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|Monday, September 22nd, 2003|
|Saturday, August 23rd, 2003|
Okay, so I'm not in Seoul yet. A layover at Tokyo Narita airport. And they have this cool internet cafe ($3 bucks for 30 minutes). And you can get a nap room with shower for $7. Been traveling now for more than 15 hours. Only a few more to go. Brain is kinda dead but in a I don't give a f*ck kind of way.
A haiku. Because I can, and I don't care how bad it is.
green strip in the mist of sea
a new end greets me Current Mood: drained
|Thursday, August 21st, 2003|
At a casual dinner for my b-day at Fat Heads, Arad challenged me to buy my home/rent an apartment, *or* find a boyfriend in a month. If I fail, I must give her my car. This sparked a debate between anukul, joe h. and myself on what constitutes a boyfriend. It was agreed it that it was some guy you could introduce to your friends as, "this is my boyfriend." I think my best bet is renting an apartment. Then Mike can have his guest room back.
Unless someone wants to pretend to be my boyfriend around mid-October?
I'm really not that scary. Honestly. Well maybe Mav thinks I am, but, he wrestles for christ's sake.
ps. can someone tell me how to include links to lj friends? Current Mood: amused
|Monday, August 18th, 2003|
|Jammy Jam...ink blots, full monty's and maurading maurious'
I think I'm finally sober. And realizing that I WAS ROBBED! A 3-way tie for 4th freakin' place?!! Okay, so I actually don't remember much about my, ah, routine. I'm sure those other people deserved to win. I'm more upset that I didn't get to see one contestant's full monty. Or much of anyone else's routines. Mav, man, next time let the shorter people stand up front. And check people's passports before they come in the door.
In other news, the ink has finally washed off my skin. And contrary to popular, but obviously uninformed, opinion, ball point pen on skin does not hurt. Especially after 3 vodka tonics and 2 beers. Remake of the Pillow Book, anyone?
I have an irresistible urge to watch Barbarella. Someone, for the love of the god, please help me.
I must pack for Seoul and contemplate my impending birthday. Current Mood: contemplative
|Tuesday, June 17th, 2003|
|Hyper Hippie--I mean it this time
I'm so spacey I forgot to mention the hyper hippie next to us as the concert. He wore a tie-dyed shirt, jeans, birkenstocks. At the end of the concert, when it was clear the Neil Young was not going to do an encore, he began screaming, "Neil, you f'ing commie! You bastard!! We paid $47 for this?!" And so on, and so on. When his GF tried to calm him down he told her to shut up (using language such as b*tch and worse). Somebody please give that guy a toke!
Went to Neil Young Crazy Horse and Lucinda Williams last night at the Post Gazette Pavilion (a terrible, horrible, incomprehensible place to see music). Hung out with Arad, Jon, and John, sipping some single malt scotch in the parking lot before the concert. It's a pretty good bet I was the only one tailgating in such style. The concert was interesting (Neil Young incorporated some video images and actors into his songs). But we could hardly see the stage. I got a bit, um, tipsy. sui66iy is right, I am a cheap date. The $22 we shelled out for "premier parking" was worth it. Not only did we get out of the parking lot in less than 15 minutes, but I felt morally superior to the peons who paid $8 for the privilege to get high off the exhaust fumes of the thousands of cars in front of them.
Need to nap and exercise, now. Unclear what the order will be. Current Mood: apathetic