a time line.

in junior high: jello shots at lunchtime
in high school: vodka in a nalgene bottle during class, flask during lunchtime
now: fireball and gin

i miss the adventure of drinking in public

ex-smoking room

last night at RFD, kerri and i were spectators of a three person make out session, followed by a girl on girl brawl.
two girls and a young man, it was pretty cute, then all of a sudden another girl flies across the room and swats one of the girls in the face. then it's the three girls on the floor smacking each other. this took place in the smoking room. it was pretty neat

so

i guess i've been erased.
that's alright i suppose.
so, i'm pretty upset about it, but there's not really anything i can do.

time to nurse this terrible cold

i think the 'creep' tattoo on my ass seeped into my blood and into my bones.
i've been watching a whole lot of television and movies on the internet. i'm okay with that.

i painted my wall. it's pretty interesting. it came from watching two movies on the internet. barbarella and the rocky horror picture show. i added my own little twist as well.

tetas de meurte

tonight, i was delighted to stick around and watch a good friend fight robots with metallic bosoms.

a few classes in my school have been working on a trailer to submit in the south by south west (or whatever it's called) festival.
it's a film set in the 1970s, looking into the future where robots serve humans. but after the world runs out of oil, the robots start running on human blood.
it's kind of a tank girl-ish plot and my friend molly plays the lead roll. the trailer was lovely, and it's a movie i'd definetly go see.

www.deathtits.com
check it out

i played about 7 hours of online tetris last night.
i watched the movie blazing saddles on my computar.
i've been awake since 8 o clock last night, and i've listened to the song 'pale blue eyes' about a hundred times in the last 3 days.
jesus, when did i become such a sack of shit?

pale blue eyes is a very good song though. i think i want someone to sing that for me at my funeral.
like rob in high fidelity 'it was always my dream to have some tearful, heartbroken woman insist on 'you're the best thing that ever happened to me' but who would that woman be?'

i think it's my dream to have some devestated, love scorched man sing 'pale blue eyes' at my funeral.