Still working my way through the new cds. I'll have a better, fuller, more detailed review of them when I get the chance to not only listen to them in my car, but also alone, in my room, without the hinderance of traffic.
So far, great purchases if I may be so bold.
New story, and I'm sure it will impress all:
My best friend, KC has lady problems, but not good ones. He generates self loathing and wades in self pity, listening to Jets to Brazil. But there has been one girl kind of in his life for a few years, though they have not dated. Her name is Ashley. She lives in Malta, which is about four hours away from my hometown.
Last night, she was here, in Billings, and KC wanted me to go out with them. Show her what we're all about. It was gay sauce. Not only is she still a teenager, but she completely acts like one too. Bad manners, bad grammar, bitchyness, tried too hard to be on KC's arm all night, talked back. Ok, ok, I gave her shit because she drank, she is going to the Seether concert
, and has her eyebrow, nose, and tongue pierced. I asked if she listened to Korn and Godsmack too. Oops. Well, if you're gonna front like that, you might as well expect those questions.
Anywho, I got irritated in large part due to her attitude and KC's complete lack of backing me up. Apparently impressing your teenage love-idol is realllllllly fucking important. I made KC buy me Krispie Kreme donuts and a coffee, and we drove home in relative silence. Ashley kept making bitch ass remarks to me, mainly ripping off "Anchorman" lines.
I'm counting 1, counting 2, counting 3...
Back at KC's house, we start walking downstairs to his basement. He has one of those ceilings that just fall out of nowhere on the stairs, so you have to duck down. In one hand I held the donuts, in the other, my Rich and Smooth coffee. Instead of reaching the bottom, I slip, fall forward, SMASH my kneecap on the hearth of his fireplace (yeah, a fire place one foot away from the base of the staircase).
AGONY.
I seriously thought I had smashed my knee into a thousand tiny particles. Yet, I still possessed movement in my left leg.
While rolling on the floor, cussing through my gritted teeth, Ashley sat her snooty little ass on a chair and made fun of me. "You're just looking for attention."
I asked her if she wanted to kiss it and make it feel better. She replied, very harshly, with "I'm not touching you."
I try a different angle with KC gone, looking for bandaids.
"So you like KC?"
"Yeah"
"Like, 'like him, like him?'"
"I love my KC."
"So would you date him?"
"Of course"
"What's holding you back?"
"Well it's him, and it's the distance"
"What do you mean? I thought you were going to UM in the fall"
"No, I'm going back for my final year in high school"
"How old are you?"
"17"
"So when did you meet KC?"(...Jesus, that must have made you 14 and he was 18...and you two kissed?)
Those last two lines were me thinking to myself. Go ahead, think. Imagine just how aghast I was. Still am.
So lying there in pain, she kept up the name calling and shit. KC came back and didn't call her off. Granted, I can hold my own against young kids, but being in a world of pain I have never known, I wasn't in the mood. I picked my crippled ass of the floor, muttered "go fuck yourself, it was nice meeting you," and started to leave.
I hobbled up the stairs and looked behind me, only to see KC just standing there, looking up the stairs.
All night, I tossed and turned, thinking to myself. Actions speak louder than words. I know it's not much to read into, but I was fucking insulted.
So that's where I stand now. I can actually stand. I looked like fucking Quasimodo, limping around at work today. The day that Taryn makes her triumphant return from God knows where.
Goddamn I wish I had a girlfriend.
Post script: I really enjoy Pelican.
So far, great purchases if I may be so bold.
New story, and I'm sure it will impress all:
My best friend, KC has lady problems, but not good ones. He generates self loathing and wades in self pity, listening to Jets to Brazil. But there has been one girl kind of in his life for a few years, though they have not dated. Her name is Ashley. She lives in Malta, which is about four hours away from my hometown.
Last night, she was here, in Billings, and KC wanted me to go out with them. Show her what we're all about. It was gay sauce. Not only is she still a teenager, but she completely acts like one too. Bad manners, bad grammar, bitchyness, tried too hard to be on KC's arm all night, talked back. Ok, ok, I gave her shit because she drank, she is going to the Seether concert
, and has her eyebrow, nose, and tongue pierced. I asked if she listened to Korn and Godsmack too. Oops. Well, if you're gonna front like that, you might as well expect those questions.
Anywho, I got irritated in large part due to her attitude and KC's complete lack of backing me up. Apparently impressing your teenage love-idol is realllllllly fucking important. I made KC buy me Krispie Kreme donuts and a coffee, and we drove home in relative silence. Ashley kept making bitch ass remarks to me, mainly ripping off "Anchorman" lines.
I'm counting 1, counting 2, counting 3...
Back at KC's house, we start walking downstairs to his basement. He has one of those ceilings that just fall out of nowhere on the stairs, so you have to duck down. In one hand I held the donuts, in the other, my Rich and Smooth coffee. Instead of reaching the bottom, I slip, fall forward, SMASH my kneecap on the hearth of his fireplace (yeah, a fire place one foot away from the base of the staircase).
AGONY.
I seriously thought I had smashed my knee into a thousand tiny particles. Yet, I still possessed movement in my left leg.
While rolling on the floor, cussing through my gritted teeth, Ashley sat her snooty little ass on a chair and made fun of me. "You're just looking for attention."
I asked her if she wanted to kiss it and make it feel better. She replied, very harshly, with "I'm not touching you."
I try a different angle with KC gone, looking for bandaids.
"So you like KC?"
"Yeah"
"Like, 'like him, like him?'"
"I love my KC."
"So would you date him?"
"Of course"
"What's holding you back?"
"Well it's him, and it's the distance"
"What do you mean? I thought you were going to UM in the fall"
"No, I'm going back for my final year in high school"
"How old are you?"
"17"
"So when did you meet KC?"(...Jesus, that must have made you 14 and he was 18...and you two kissed?)
Those last two lines were me thinking to myself. Go ahead, think. Imagine just how aghast I was. Still am.
So lying there in pain, she kept up the name calling and shit. KC came back and didn't call her off. Granted, I can hold my own against young kids, but being in a world of pain I have never known, I wasn't in the mood. I picked my crippled ass of the floor, muttered "go fuck yourself, it was nice meeting you," and started to leave.
I hobbled up the stairs and looked behind me, only to see KC just standing there, looking up the stairs.
All night, I tossed and turned, thinking to myself. Actions speak louder than words. I know it's not much to read into, but I was fucking insulted.
So that's where I stand now. I can actually stand. I looked like fucking Quasimodo, limping around at work today. The day that Taryn makes her triumphant return from God knows where.
Goddamn I wish I had a girlfriend.
Post script: I really enjoy Pelican.
sometimes females need to learn their place, as shitty as it sounds. teenage girls really are the epitome of needing to learn their roles.
the American female, while an object of great desire, should also be an object of criticism. too many of them have learned too early on the power they can have over males.
like my dad told me once: when you're soft you're hard, and when you're hard you're soft.
*hint: think in terms of your dick
my last couple of haircuts have been done by this cute Mexican chick at this place not far from my apartment. I should have gone there, paid the 12-15 bucks and I could have even flirted with her and spit game if needed. But instead I wanted to save the 6 fucking bucks and get my hair hacked to shit.