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We shall ride under a black flag and shall call the streets our empire. [Aug. 11th, 2006|11:00 pm]
[music |Ditty Bops - Falling Awake]

Ditty Bops concert tonight! I really really love them. They're so much fun to see live. They were at the Mirimar Theater which is pretty intimate and had nice accoustics for them. Even if it got to be rediculously hot by the end of the show. The opening act was The Scarring Party. They made me quite happy. If you like Dresden Dolls I think you might like them. If you like Dresden Dolls and Dead Can Dance and guys who look kind of like scrawny young Brad Pitt playing banjo on songs about zombies and singing Satanic sounding becakup vocals I can pretty much guarantee that you will like them. Go here to listen to them. Before and after the show and in between the two bands, the theater played Elliott Smith cds. It was non-stop good music all night! I picked up two Ditty Bops posters after the show and the Scarring Party CD which I had the band sign. It's crazy how sheepish I get though. I was jork sort of standing there looking pathetly nervious and hesitantly telling band people that they're cool and would they sign such and such. They don't bite, Mug-z! Oh well. I forgot to mention how much I love Abby from the Ditty Bops. She is so very nice, quite pretty, and I like her voice. Plus, her kitchen is painted lime green. And that's pretty cool. Amanda is great too though. Everybody is great. Cookies for everyone.
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Lolla-con, ha ha [Aug. 6th, 2006|05:38 pm]
[mood |happyhappy]

I'm a so very glad that I actually got to go to Lollapalooza. Luke drove Nora and I down, which was fabulous. Yay for car trips! Oh! And there were wheelchairs there, so I got a wheelchair and Nora got buff pushing me around. Since when do I get pushed around? Ha ha. Anyway, we saw the tail end of the eels show first. Then we saw Stars, but the acoustics on our side of the stage sucked! You seriously couldn't hear them at all. Next up was Mates of State, who I hadn't heard before. They're very very catchy. Then Iron + Wine at the stage where Stars was. Fortunately, during that set we were told about the handicapped section on the right side of the stage. We moved there before the Sleater-Kinney show which was great because we were the only people in that section so we got to be right up front without being crowded. The Sleater-Kinney show was wonderful! I almost started crying several times during the show because I'm go to miss them so fucking much. I wish they would have played more of their older songs, but it was still a great concert. And because we were right up front I managed to get several good photos. I'll post them later in case anyone needs proof that Carrie Browstein is the hottest woman alive. She kept smiling and jumping up and down during the show and it just sort of made me melt. Oh, and I saw some people with homemade shirts that said "Later Sleater," which was cute.

Goodbye Sleater-Kinney! We'll miss you!

Intercoms are peachy. Fridge! [Aug. 2nd, 2006|11:55 pm]
[mood |energeticgleeful]

Things are going unexpectedly well. Not super-drastically "I won the lottery" type well, but normal well, which is quite good. I can bend my knee 90 degrees! Isn't that exciting? I can tell you are all shivering with excitement. I know I am. Oh! And I got invited to join MENU, which is Mathematical Engineering(?) Northwestern University. It's an invitation only set of accelerated math classes. I'm not sure I'm actually going to take them yet, but the offer makes me feel smart, and thus, happy. Oh, and I have a fridge! FRIDGE!!!!!! For college. It's full of refrigerator-y goodness. It's big, black, shiny, magnetic, and holds foods. Everything I could ever want. Food, that is. I've been having ice cream for dinner the past few days. A practice I whole-heartedly recommend. If you've just eaten salad all day anyway, it's not even all that bad for you. You get your dairy in! Which is very important. And on top of everything else, Shoebox updated! I was up crazy late last night reading new and old shoebox. If you haven't read it yet, I politely suggest you do. Do you ever want to use several icons all at once because they all fit the topic of your post? I know I do. That leaves me no choice but to just post them as pictures here.
All the icons I want to use with this post:
Shoebox!  by meiki and  by sundrymelodies

math!  by someone I don't know who happens to be vey clever  
I watched Star Trek this morning & Spock has happy ears:   by snafflebitink

Food! (for the fridge)   by dzurlady and fridge for the fridge  by another unknown clever person 

Oh, and also food, and shoebox (from the shoebox chat room), and even a phone conversation from this morning from which I derived the entry title!
 by prosodi

and finally, because I am happy:   by the most wonderful <lj comm="grrliz_icons">
(p.s. - it also ties into the food theme)

Holy crap that was a long entry! Am I going to cut it? No! Because I am a jerk!
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Pimp!Post [Jul. 21st, 2006|02:04 pm]
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]

Well well well, I've been setting up a livejournal and a website for my clothes (which I've named FangZ Clothing - Clothing with a Bite).  I'd be happy if you'd check them out - even though there really isn't much there yet. So maybe, just remember they exist and check them out later? Whichever you prefer. Away you go! fangzclothing
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:( [Jul. 15th, 2006|08:06 pm]
[Current Location |couch]
[mood |sickv. v. sore]

Didn't you know?    Mug'z's surgery was today. Why haven't you called her yet? She wanted to be stoic like Brian, but is on the couch feeling v. v. sore. Woundn't you call her and make her feel better?

[edit] This is maybe as emo as I'll ever got on here, but seriously, if you care at all, why wouldn't you at least leave an lj message?
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At least I didn't fall off a fence and hit concrete (Sorry Andrew) [Jul. 10th, 2006|10:42 pm]
[mood |sorevery sore]

Summerfest. Woof.

Alright, so I went to the Flogging Molly concert on Wednesday which was wonderful! We had really good seats and they had great energy, and of course also sounded great. Oh, and there were malts from Miss Katie's Diner - the best malts ever. Afterwards we met up with Elliott at Chopsticks which was, like the concert, very cool because I haven't seen him in forever. Really, it was a fabulous night.

Yesterday (Saturday) I went to the 30 Seconds to Mars/Dresden Dolls/Panic! At the Disco concert. From hell. I've been to riots more controlled than this stupid fucking concert.  I was so psyched up because Dresden Dolls and got all dressed up, spending a good chunk of time making my accessories, etc. Apparently, there were about 5 people there to see Dresden Dolls and everyone else was there to see one of the other bands playing. Alright, so I got to the concert 2 bands before Dresden Dolls and met up with Katlynn. We started working our way into the already dense crowd and within half an hour I lost Katlynn, who had none too wonderful a time herself. At this point it was already too crowded for comfort and sickeningly hot. Blah blah blah I got farther up, things got more crowded at hot. Then 30 Seconds to Mars man suggested the crowd make room for mosh pits. Because we really needed less space per person and a bunch of people jumping around. At this point I got kicked in the teeth by someone who was crowd surfing. And I was a few inches from a fist fight where 3 drunk (I assume) guys on benches were wailing on a fourth, who was sort of being passed around in the aisle between them, punching this guy in the head. I give all my tissue to a girl who got knocked into a bench and got a big bumb on her head and a profusely bleeding nose. But I met a nice girl from Texas and together we managed to make it up onto one of the benches by saving spots there for people who just wanted to see Panic!. At this point, I've been standing for three hours. Blahblahblah... I don't remember strict order of events. Things were rediculously packed on the benches and it felt like you were on a small boat in the ocean. The benches rocked from side to side and you kept getting pushed forwards and backwards. Yes, I realize nodoy cares, so in short I got almost set on fire twice by smokers lighting up in this super-dense crowd (brilliant idea guys!),  fallen on, pushed off the bench several times, stepped on/stood on/2 or 3 of my toes broken, and my shirt pulled up (Not purposly - it stuck to the girl in front of me one time I fell off the bench. And it was so crowded that no one even noticed. I barely noticed.). All of which was nothing compared to trying to leave after the Dolls finished playing. There has never been a more appropriate name than Panic! at the Disco. Also, I've never been anywhere so crowded. People were pushing at me from all sides and I literally had my face shoved into someone's chest at all times. And I'm short and asthmatic and allergic to smoke, so I couldn't breathe. No one would fucking move! One actually helpful college guy told me the only way I'd get out would be to crowd surf out. Recalling my conversation with Texas girl about her friend who broke her back crowd surfing, I went along with it. Then a bunch of people were like "Fuck that, she can fall," at which point I freaked out, had a panic attack, and started flailing. I kicked a few people in the head, which I really didn't mean to do. When I got down I was sobbing and scream "Move - I'm leaving." People didn't exactly give way, but they stopped pushing back on me so I did manage to get out. When I got out my mini-tophat that I had spend all day making had been ripped off my head and was somewhere in the crowd. The pretty fabric rose that had been stupidly tied around my leg had gotten ripped off a long time ago and the strings were dragging behind me and kept being stepped on/held down. There wasn't room to bend down and I couldn't the damn knot undone anyway, so I wound up with rope burn on my ankle. I thought Katlynn had gone home and Jenny had fortunatly for her not wound up going to the concert, so I called my dad to come pick me up. Now, there was a bunch of other things that I don't know where to put in my little narrative, so they're here at the end. My lovely weak knees took a beating too. And the majority of the people at the concert were under 16 or drunk college kids. The college kids would say "everyone born in the 90s - leave!" and 12 people around you would shout about how no one could make them do anything in loud whiny voices. And god damn it - it wasn't even a good concert! They played 8 songs, only 3 of which were their own. To their credit, their cover of White Rabbit was kick ass and Master of Puppets was good for the first minute - not for the next 5 or 6. Anyway, it's not like I could hear or concentrate on them. The teeny boppers behing me were shouting for Panic and I had to concentrate on staying standing on the bench. And the Panic guy came and sang with them on a Brittney (sp?) Spears cover. I don't give a fuck about the Panic guy! Actually, I don't give a fuck about anybody in Panic! He had enough time on stage for him already! And then the worst part of all is that I paid for this! Including my stuff that got wrecked, I spent about 30 bucks on abuse. What a slap.
I was going to go back today, but was having trouble walking.
It was no fun at all!

(p.s. - Jenny you get a million brownie points for keeping smelly, angry, sore me company)

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(no subject) [Jun. 30th, 2006|06:28 pm]
[mood |crushedcrushed]

Sleater-Kinney is breaking up. This sucks!


Ben Jerkin? [Jun. 28th, 2006|11:19 am]
[Current Location |work]
[mood |sleepybooooored]
[music |B-52s - Hot Pants Explosion]

Well, it's gotten to this point. I've been copying names in a gigantic folder for work, and have been writing down the best and funniest names to amuse myself. Names are even weirder than normal words when you think about them! The one I'm on now is Thaddeus Krolicki. Thaddeus. Man do I wish my doctor's name was Thaddeus. How butch! Before that was Mary Joeseph. Mary L Joseph. Now, I got excited for a second, because I though it was Mary J Joseph, in which case I would have pretended her name was Mary Jesus Joseph. But even with out the Jesus, can't you just imagine her mother yelling out for her in the "I'm angry and using your first and last name" way on trying to get her to behave in church? I can. I think the biggest laugh I got was from Dellice Dickhaus. Dickhaus. Dickhouse. I congratulate Dellice for surviving middle school. Now, I don't know what type of doctor Dr. Dickhaus is, but it would make my day if he or she (I can't tell from the first name) was an OB/GYN. Alright, I realize that I should be shot right about now. Anyway, It think the prettiest name so far was Ravindra Hanumaiah.

I had a berry good time! [Jun. 25th, 2006|11:31 pm]
[mood |groggygroggy]

Huzzah! Alright, first let me say that Ticketmaster is a total dick! I went to the Mason Jennings concert last night, and, had I gotten tickets online or on the phone rather than at the physical box office, there would have been an 8 dollar convenience charge. On fifteen dollar tickets. Over 50%! REDICULOUS! Anyway, Jenny and I just drove down to the box office before the show and got tickets there. Good thing too, as the concert was <i>awesome</i>!  Since we were there so early to get tickets and all, and it was just general admission seating, we would up in the center of the third row. Go team us! Not very good for peoplewatching before the show, as Jenny pointed out, but very good for seeing the concert. The opener was Teddy Thompson, who played nothing particularly memorable, but wasn't bad and was very nice, cute, funny, and British. Mason did not talk between numbers like Teddy did, but played very very well. And during the encore he covered King of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1! It was so exciting! He was like "Ok, this this is a song by my friends Neutral Milk Hotel. *cue ears perking up* It seems like they could have written it about my childhood. And I bet a lot of other people feel like this too. And it's just a good song." Or something like that. I'm not good with direct quotes. Anyway, after the concert we went to meet up with Luke at Pizza Shuttle. I had never been, and apparently, it is "an experience," so I had to both go and eat something. On the way their however, we discovered that <i>the interchange was closed</i>, slightly complicating things. However, we did finally manage to get there - a fact that makes me very proud. I don't think I have ever seen more grease on a pizza. To the pizza's credit, it was very delicious. And the have Luscious Lime icees! <3 
So then today I went to Strawberry Fest which was full of delicous strawberries. I bobbed for strawberries but didn't get any because bobbing for strawberries is a little to much like drowning. Mom, on the other hand, got two. I was very proud. She was very wet. I met up with Nick there, and bought Hello Kitty knee socks and soap. The Sanrio store gave me a Chococat balloon. Indeed, a good time for all!
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6/6/06 [Jun. 7th, 2006|09:04 pm]
[mood |hornyevil]
[music |Siouxsie and the Banshees - Cities in Dust]



(has the world ended yet?)

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