December 31, 2003

October 14, 2003

Have been sleeping poorly. No Benedryl or melatonin last night. Stayed up late drinking Sunday night, and slept until 4 Monday afternoon. Fell asleep about 20 minutes around 6 this morning, and then was up until 11 or so. Went to the post office, and Giant, and got a BLT on a bagel. Then made more BLTs when I got home. Well. BLs when i got home.

There were more people dancing at last night's Beulah show than I possibly have ever seen at a regular show (meaning not SCOTS or All-Mighty Senators, and not Woo! girls with their arms over their heads). Wacky.

October 10, 2003

• the return of evil bill -- clinic
• happiness -- elliott smith
• sold! -- enon
• i've been mistreated -- aislers set
• watery hands -- superchunk
• shoot out the lights -- richard and linda thompson
• this must be the place -- talking heads
• reflections -- diana ross and the supremes
• almost crimes -- broken social scene
• bird stealing bread -- iron and wine
• once around the block -- badly drawn boy
• all your way -- morphine
• can you help me? -- american music club

obviously, this is pretty subjective, but i just mean songs that make one feel happy, but have lyrics that are sad, or longing, or sound disheartened. i know i'm kind of cheating with clinic, but it's my damn list, and thus my damn subjectivity. i'm taking suggestions. whether or not i use them is another matter. i'm sure something off there's nothing left to lose will make it on there, eventually; i'm weak where that album is concerned.

And Paul Mahajan's reason for not listening to any Badly Drawn Boy cds after Hour of the Bewilderbeast is cracking me up, still.

October 6, 2003

September 22, 2003

While having "Smells Like Teen Spirit" going through your head at the same time? As sung by Kiki and Herb?

In any case, it makes for an awesome Monday morning for me.

GOOD MORNING!

September 16, 2003

C/o Bob the Angry Flower.

August 25, 2003

(9:38pm)
I have a bad feeling about this.

(7:17pm)
If you teach someone how to drive a standard transmission, also teach them how to do the pop-starting thing. Sakes alive.

Upshot of that recommendation is, this was not the best day ever. Also, I still hate the Metro, because it stops running at midnight, and I get off work tomorrow at midnight. CURSE YOU METRO!

August 4, 2003

Open letter to Kitty:

Please consider: do I jam my head into your water dish every time I see it? No, I do not. Please to remember this when you see my glass of water.

Regards,
me.

July 29, 2003

That probably doesn't make much sense, but to me it does.

July 21, 2003

Eye doctor appt today. I didn't get to look like Mr. Sparkle. Contacts to be arriving for my trying pleasure probably sometime next week.

Ever since I consciously decided to not do anything to my hair until September, I can think of nothing but. Of course.

July 17, 2003

Last night also featured vacationing with my sister, in a house where tons of cats kept getting in. In the course of trying to barricade them out, I broke some glass, and, for some reason, thought it was a great idea to put my glass-fragment-covered fingers in my mouth. Yeah, I don't know.

Then, later, after my sister and I had met up with my mom in a movie theater, I was driving home and had my car run up against safety railings by aliens. I bet it was in Virginia, too. Stinking aliens.

That's a fair amount of weird shit, considering I only got a few hours of sleep.

June 27, 2003

Damn, I'm tired. I'm going to go watch me some more X-Men cartoons.

June 15, 2003

(4:35am)
I broke my one narrow-necked Nalgene bottle today at work. This is very sad.

All that happened was that I broke the tethery part off of the bottle cap, but, to me, that is the main point of the Nalgene: not having to worry where the cap is. Rats.

At least I'll (hopefully) be able to recover the Nalgene I left in Canadia during the December trip.

June 14, 2003

I discovered tonight that Paul had left sneak-attack voicemail for me last night, but, not only did I not hear the phone, I didn't get the voicemail yet! Weak, man, weak.

June 12, 2003

(Mirah, Advisory Comittee, if you're curious)

The blazingly hot chili I made the other day mellowed out. Too bad. It was almost as hot as that curry I made a few years ago that made me feel...funny. IN YOUR FACE, SPACE COYOTE!

May 23, 2003

May 21, 2003

May 19, 2003

Anyway, I'm super-tired. But! Today was cool.

May 16, 2003

(2:03am)
This is beautiful, hold my hand.

YAY NOAH!

Also, I have chili makings (ie, ground beef and habaneros, and other stuff, but those are the important ones). Tomorrow night, setting chili to simmer. Woohoo!

Someone asked me a vi question today. I am not actually a vi expert, but, so far, I am far and away the person who knows more about vi in the NOC. Well. As far as I know. I love vi.

I broke down a week or so ago and orderd the EP with "Why I Write Such Good Songs". I don't regret it.

March 23, 2003

March 4, 2003

Anyway, marinating chicken I froze a long time ago in 1) italian dressing and 2) Bill Bateman's Wing Sauce (it was a lot of chicken, for real). So, I know what I'll be cooking tomorrow.

Also, Interpol was pretty excellent. I mean, I like all the songs on the CD, and they played the whole CD, so, win. The show was sold out, and, even so, I didn't want to kill anyone. Yay! I think I was too busy bouncing up and down, and trying to see over the 7-foot-tall freaks in front of me.

I so dig the Recher, though.

March 3, 2003

February 25, 2003

She also got me a book of Li Young Lee's poetry, but it was one I already had. I told her she should keep it, and I hope she reads it, because it's awesome.

Why do I like D&B so much? Why? Why? Why?

February 20, 2003

Anyway. They plowed the street tonight. At, like, midnight. Freaky. But now I can go to work tomorrow. Sah-weet. In a way.

Other things, but yeah.

February 19, 2003

February 16, 2003

On second thought, nah.

February 15, 2003

Actually, here isn't so bad.

February 7, 2003

Wait, no.

Dreamed about being in Seattle with someone I've never met driving me around. We watched a movie and I spilled a soda. There were no busses at all.

Project: breakfast starting shortly.

February 6, 2003

It's a pretty transparent dream, when it comes down to it. But there was also this race, and, while i fell off the thing I was riding, I came across one of the motorized unicycles, which was 1) pearlescent pink 2) shaped like a toilet. I rode around on it for a while, but ran off the track. All around the track were wild animals, like alligators, snakes, and lions.

At the end of the race, they were going to hand out money according to how well people did. People who did really sucky in the race would owe money. Heh. I was getting changed, and for some reason, race officials charged someone who'd been hitting on me all weekend with something, and hauled them away to the hospital. I couldn't go, because I was still not dressed, which made all the other people hate me more. I had to walk back to my friend's place, since I'd gotten a ride to the race, and totally missed out on going to help.

Also, in this dream, I had an old-style Mercury Tracer, and some other kind of car.

There was actually a lot more that happened. Freaky.

(At one point, I was shopping with some people -- this is the part that included my folks, for some reason -- and saw some mittens with monkeys on them. I was very excited about the monkey gloves).

Anyhow.

February 5, 2003

February 4, 2003

(Or, if someone wants it, 30 bucks.)

January 26, 2003

That was pretty much it. I think I'm hungry.

January 21, 2003

(8:45pm)
The broken toenail on my big toe: no longer broken. On reconsidering, I should've pulled it off after showering, instead of before, but oh well.

January 14, 2003

(5:04pm)
Stupid freezing.

January 9, 2003

January 8, 2002

He looks like a cross between Ratty and Runty (solid like Ratty, but Runty size), with less brown. And is very much a sweetie.

So close to finishing this book (within 50 pages), but so wanting to go to sleep instead. I will meet its end within 48 hours. Seriously.

Noo nee noo.

January 6, 2002

In my grossitude. Woo!

Watched Minority Report last night. It was ok. It was, in fact, too long. It should've only been around 2 horus long. Oh well.

(5:10am)
"Someone Something" = "Changes", by David Bowie, if I got that wrong before.

January 5, 2003

Why can't I find the cassette copy of Slip? Dammit.

(1:36am)
Ok, I wasn't going to do this, because I skipped so many concerts I meant to go to this year, but what the fuck:
Top concerts/shows I actually hauled my ass to in 2002 (no particular order):

• Kiki and Herb
  Oh, so worth $25. Little drunken hearts are floating and bursting around me. Also, I scored the K&H CD (the last one!), so awesome.
• Sleater-Kinney at the Recher (10/27/02)
  EVERYTHING IS BETTER IN BALTIMORE! They rocked harder than they did in DC, I swear.
• Black Eyes and Most Secret Method (8/3/02)
  This is the first time I'd seen or heard of Black Eyes. They rocked my world with their dedication to percussion. Also, it was apparently Most Secret Method's last show, and they were excellent.
• Fugazi @ Fort Reno (7/1/02)
  This was actually only the second time I've seen Fugazi. Still.
• Ananoaman (6/28/02)
  This is really only notable for reasons besides the headlining band. The drive, one of the openers, and more just a feeling the whole night had for me...anyways.
• Dirt Bike Annie and One Line Drawing (6/12/02)
  I'd been (sort of) recently dumped, and the combination of happy punky stuff and one dude with an R2D2 doing percussion for him (and his cover of "Live to Tell", my favorite Madonna song (shhh, don't tell anyone)) swelled my bruised little heart with sass and emo.
• John Prine (5/31/02)
  We didn't actually see John Prine (stupid lawn seating), but laying in the grass listening to him after having Thai chow with Anil on a nice warm night was pretty nice. Especially since we'd been talking about going to see John Prine for, like, 3 years. He did "Dear Abby", and that's what I'm talking about.
• Diastemata (1/24/02)
  I think the last time I saw Diastemata. Dang. We had Indian chow afterwards, too. What a good night!

Yep, there you go.

January 4, 2003

• a band with a melodica
• spoken german
• a good beer
• a band with multiple drummers
• brown eyes
• a good smirk
• bad movies that know they're bad
• road trips

January 3, 2003

• painting my room
• accidentally setting the carpet on fire
• accidentally setting a stuffed animal on fire (the story behind said stuffed animal is another bad memory, just to note)
• my sister's pink cassette player (Mojo Nixon and RHCP and Michael Penn, among other things)

Saw some pictures at work of a coworker's 8-month-old that were almost unbelievably cute.

Made a plan to start working on a test with said coworker. Sah-weet.

Also, I caught a definite "we're not dating anymore" vibe on NYE, but haven't confirmed it. If I'm right, that's too bad.

January 2, 2003

Saw The Two Towers with Josh and Stacy and Judy and Tim and Mark (Stacy's brother, who shot way up since I last saw him...which, of course, was several years ago) today. It was ok. Went and hung out and had dinner chez Cecil afterwards, which was nice. I miss Josh and Stacy.

New year's was ok, I bailed on the events early (and sober) to come home. Nothing special. At the actual stroke of midnight, Trey and I were at the Giant in Greenbelt, and that was ok, too. Completely uneventful. Which is the way I kind of like the whole thing.

Minimal thinking about the past year. Mostly because I've been thinking about it all along. All in all, I would have to post this as a positive year, for many reasons.

Anyhow.

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