Monday 11 September 2006

Thank the maker

finally, geeeeez. Cuz you know when Hayden Christensen was standing there at the end of Return of the Jedi, Luke was probably thinking "who the fuck is that longhaired kid?". Of course they wait til everybody bought the lame redos...like we all have so much money to keep laying down on the same movie...

I know it is shallow on 9/11 to be posting Jedi news, but between all the newpaper and TV coverage I'm sure I don't have one smart or important thing to add.

I disabled anonymous comments on here so whoever was being a lil bitch the other day will have to fess up and say who they are if they want to be critical.


'kay so I work at Target...there is another thing to be nasty and judgemental about...enjoy!!

I HAVE 30 DAYS LEFT
I HAVE TO FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO LIVE
OH CRAP

Tuesday 5 September 2006

Reminisking Ug Ug UG UG UG

I like to spell reminiscing like Popeye, lest you think I dunno (don't know) how to spell. Wait maybe I don't after all...is it reminising? reminicing? right the first time? no wonder I like to spell it like Popeye would say it.

On MySpace, the dreaded MySpace...I ran into a guy from high school...he updated me on oodles of people that we know...my first boyfriend, the Slayer fan with the very metal look, is married with a kid...Such a surreal thought to think of everybody all grown up...I'm gonna try to go see my friend tonight. First I'm gonna run by work and copy some pictures for him. I was so excited and the only person who I could tell about all the news, who would be just as intrigued as me, is Mama. And she is in surgery as I type this. Nothing huge just trying to help her back injury.

Sunday 3 September 2006

A Wealth of Useless Information

On Friday, I went to see Willie Nelson and Shooter Jennings at Konocti Harbor, "Tucked away in a scenic cove on the shores of beautiful Clear Lake" which means "you are gonna get carsick on that winding mountain road". But it was worth it for Willie!! Konocti is a fairly small venue...pretty mellow with ridiculously over-priced beverages and good hot dogs.

Shooter Jennings mainly focused on songs from his newer album but he did sing Fourth of July-my favorite-so I was hap-hap-happy. Willie sang old favorites plus new stuff...the ones he is prolly contractually obligated to play (On the Road Again, Mammas Don't Let Yer Babies Grow up to be Cowboys) and a coupla Hank W. (Jambalaya and Hey Good Lookin') and a coupla Kris K. (Help Me Make it Through the Night and Me and Bobby McGee)...my man even sang the Beer Barrel Polka. He did Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain, Georgia, Always on My Mind (i was about to start bawling feeling like a kid and near Blue Lake and all...) um, Crazy...and of course Whiskey River.

Next day, I went to Ma's...she told me about a dream where she was sleeping in the same room with my Dad and my stepdad and I called to tell them I was stuck somewhere on a freeway... my Dad said he would go and get me... my mother told him no, let Gary (my stepdad)...she was thinking because my Dad had one leg and got uncomfortable driving (the second time the cancer came back, it was wrapped around the artery going into his left leg... so they took it, he died 15 years (to the day) later...when it came back the millionth time....fuck cancer...fuck mortality)then she looked at my dad and saw that he had both legs again. For a minute I thought that dream meant I was soon to die...but who knows what dreams mean, anyway? I had a stupid dream that night that I was designing Barbie clothes. So whatever.