you know, i would love to comment more on all yr blogs people. i have things to say. specific things even. but it takes so fucking long! you have to sit through, what 3 pages to load? why can't a little comment box pop up? hopefully the next incarnation of sg will fix that...cause it's my only problem with the site. yeah, im fucking lazy and you all comment me so i should sit down and get on it.
naah!
so, this weekend...ha ha...
friday night went to see VAST in the city. amazing. utterly amazing. one of my all-time favorite bands. going to concerts is for me what church must be for jesusfreaks. they covered nights in white satin, by the moody blues. cheesy, but still a great song, and they did it with an incredible violinist. totally transported me.
afterwards, went to q's for katerina's 21st birthday celebration. good times. sorta... i was real glad to see all my sgnj peeps and meet the hapless n00bs (kidding! i love the n00bs!
) i was just really worn out (the fight drags on), and the crowd was kinda icky. is that elistist as fuck for me to say? it is, and it isnt. not that i am the queen of all things gothclub... but the crowd was dressed terribly, dancing terribly, music was shit...it kind of reminded me of the scene in fear and loathing with the lizard lounge, and the blood all over the floor. there was this frenzied energy about the place, everyone was drunk and sloppy and grinding and drooling in this bad commercial cheeseball gothmetal sexual perverted pimplefaced loser sort of way. it was disgusting. utterly revolting.
of course, i am not referring to any sgnj people.
the scene really just gets old. it hasnt changed in many years, it was dead before i got into it, and im disappointed that it's still dead. or undead as it were, hur hur. blah. whatever. i had high hopes for this decade, and yet musically, i'm still waiting for the next big thing. it's not happening. or if it is, i want no part of it. there's nothing out there right now that means anything, it's all commercial and fashionable and there's ne energy or drive for change. what the hell!
saturday i did some chores, got a george foreman grill at target. now we don't have to deal with a hot stove in the sweltering jersey summertime! we can just grill up some chicken and throw in on a salad and be done with it. yay for food!
saturday night, gonzo and i went with some friends to his brothers birthday party at this coffeeshop type place where the tables are set into caves. like literally caves. i love going there. they all got real drunk, and i got to marvel at the fact that after almost 4 years with gonzo, i still hardly know his 2 brothers at all. they're decent enough guys, it's just that we don't spend much time with them. and they travel in different circles.
yesterday i baked a punkin pie for the first time, from scratch. it was delicious. gonzo made burgers on the new grill, also delicious. he doesnt cook much, but when he does, it's always incredible. i pulled an old suitcase from storage to use on our upcoming trip to chicago, and was taken on a trip down memory lane when i found a whole slew of college paperwork and artwork and poetry and photos. college feels like forever ago, even though it's only been about 3 years since i graduated.
...then i sorta flipped out and went to strumpet and bees for the express purpose of standing in their living room and crying for a few minutes. it didnt go over too well. so i went home and cried some more, then drowned my sorrows in pie. the way sorrows *should* be drowned, since we were out of beer! it's funny, i don't cry very often. i find it difficult to do, and im supremely embarassed of crying in front of other people. but i guess i was well overdue, since the last time i cried like that was when my best friend from h.s passed away. sob sob sob, like a fucking baby. i felt much better though.
i'm kind of a drama queen sometimes. i hate it.
anyway. i know some of you (coughjames13cough)are still waiting for that set to show up. steve's real busy, as per usual, so don't hold yr breath. but you know i'll post it as soon as i get it, so don't think i forgot!
enjoy life!
naah!
so, this weekend...ha ha...
friday night went to see VAST in the city. amazing. utterly amazing. one of my all-time favorite bands. going to concerts is for me what church must be for jesusfreaks. they covered nights in white satin, by the moody blues. cheesy, but still a great song, and they did it with an incredible violinist. totally transported me.
afterwards, went to q's for katerina's 21st birthday celebration. good times. sorta... i was real glad to see all my sgnj peeps and meet the hapless n00bs (kidding! i love the n00bs!
) i was just really worn out (the fight drags on), and the crowd was kinda icky. is that elistist as fuck for me to say? it is, and it isnt. not that i am the queen of all things gothclub... but the crowd was dressed terribly, dancing terribly, music was shit...it kind of reminded me of the scene in fear and loathing with the lizard lounge, and the blood all over the floor. there was this frenzied energy about the place, everyone was drunk and sloppy and grinding and drooling in this bad commercial cheeseball gothmetal sexual perverted pimplefaced loser sort of way. it was disgusting. utterly revolting.
of course, i am not referring to any sgnj people.
the scene really just gets old. it hasnt changed in many years, it was dead before i got into it, and im disappointed that it's still dead. or undead as it were, hur hur. blah. whatever. i had high hopes for this decade, and yet musically, i'm still waiting for the next big thing. it's not happening. or if it is, i want no part of it. there's nothing out there right now that means anything, it's all commercial and fashionable and there's ne energy or drive for change. what the hell!
saturday i did some chores, got a george foreman grill at target. now we don't have to deal with a hot stove in the sweltering jersey summertime! we can just grill up some chicken and throw in on a salad and be done with it. yay for food!
saturday night, gonzo and i went with some friends to his brothers birthday party at this coffeeshop type place where the tables are set into caves. like literally caves. i love going there. they all got real drunk, and i got to marvel at the fact that after almost 4 years with gonzo, i still hardly know his 2 brothers at all. they're decent enough guys, it's just that we don't spend much time with them. and they travel in different circles.
yesterday i baked a punkin pie for the first time, from scratch. it was delicious. gonzo made burgers on the new grill, also delicious. he doesnt cook much, but when he does, it's always incredible. i pulled an old suitcase from storage to use on our upcoming trip to chicago, and was taken on a trip down memory lane when i found a whole slew of college paperwork and artwork and poetry and photos. college feels like forever ago, even though it's only been about 3 years since i graduated.
...then i sorta flipped out and went to strumpet and bees for the express purpose of standing in their living room and crying for a few minutes. it didnt go over too well. so i went home and cried some more, then drowned my sorrows in pie. the way sorrows *should* be drowned, since we were out of beer! it's funny, i don't cry very often. i find it difficult to do, and im supremely embarassed of crying in front of other people. but i guess i was well overdue, since the last time i cried like that was when my best friend from h.s passed away. sob sob sob, like a fucking baby. i felt much better though.
i'm kind of a drama queen sometimes. i hate it.
anyway. i know some of you (coughjames13cough)are still waiting for that set to show up. steve's real busy, as per usual, so don't hold yr breath. but you know i'll post it as soon as i get it, so don't think i forgot!
enjoy life!
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Sounds like you've been kicking ass on the social scene. That makes one of us! I need more stories to live vicariously through!
I don't know what qxts is so I can't comment. However, I do know what it's like to want to have fun at a place and be surrounded by dullards. blah...