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Thursday, April 14th, 2005
2:25 am	Lesson Number 2 Kitties are best when used for cooking. I'm watching adult swim. Current Mood: content (Comment on this)
Monday, April 11th, 2005
10:54 pm	Life imitating art ok, one more thing. So the guy who owns the label is very much British. He's got the great accent and the nice gravelliness of a medium time heavy smoker. So, his right hand man's name is DJ. So all day long, the boss is sitting in his office shouting "DJ!" And sometimes I forgot I was sitting in a business and not living in a techno song. (Comment on this)
10:50 pm	Larva Today while researching foreign record labels I noticed that many Belgian websites somehow worked the word "larva" into things. As frequently as possible. On a side note, the cats are going to give me an ulcer. They move around so much at nigt I am constantly afraid I am about to be attacked by some nut job breaking into the apartment. Cats are not good pets for a person such as myself. That, and they use me as a springboard to attack invisible bugs in the middle of the night. Now I know why people get paws tattooed on their breasts and backs. They're not actually tattoos - they're permanent bruises. Not all of God's critters should have a place in the choir if you ask me. (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 10th, 2005
10:31 am	I miss my mom I miss video games. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 9th, 2005
5:00 pm	We have movement That makes it sound like I pooped. (But I think we all know girls don't poop.) What they say about the weather in southern California is absolutely true. It's amazing. I hope it's like this all the time. Well - I could handle a few degrees hotter. So yesterday I was absolutely stoked and a little more at ease because I had an actual job interview on Wednesday - then last night I find out they filled the position internally. Mistake. Oh well. So now the pressure is back on. But I'll find a job... right? And now a moment of ranting that I hope you all take to heart: So yesterday I was FLYING down the 210 when all of a sudden, traffic stops. Now, this happens quite a bit in this area - as I'm sure we're all well aware of. There was actually a period of about a solid two minutes where I did not budge at all. I'm sure I can only expect much, much worse with a 50 minute commute ahead of me. Now, it's amazingly populated down here. This I do not have a problem with (yet). What I do have a problem with is the fact that we all had to stop so we could see the stretched SUV thing pulled over on the side of the road. Was everybody hoping to see a celebrity broken down? Were they hoping they'd be in the background on some stupid episode of Punked? I don't know. But why they felt the need to come to a complete stop just to see the "show" is beyond me. FOCUS PEOPLE - WE HAVE PLACES TO GO AND THINGS TO DO. On a side note, had they actually been filming an episode of that show, I would hope I'd have been rolling by just in time to flatten Aston Kutcher in all his trucker had glory with my SHO. Someone make me a sandwich. (Comment on this)
Monday, April 4th, 2005
1:20 pm	Probot I think the best time to reflect upon your crazy dreams is first thing in the morning - over a little cuppa cheerios. Last night I had the wierdest dream. I had moved to San Francisco and was being chased by the cops. So I sought shelter in a toy store - well, that didn't last long because they arrested someone else instead of me. And I wasn't about to go to jail, so I balied and went home. I lived in this hotel for like, wayward twenty-somethings - it was this grand hotel with red carpet and velvet walls and stuff - kind of like swanky victorian whore house. I had this shitty black silk dress on to match the hotel. And everyone hanging out there was all dressed up in suits and flapper costumes and what not - horrible abominations of fashion walking everywhere. And they let all of us "lost souls" stay in return for solving crimes. And Burt Reynolds lived there for some reason. Not real crimes - I had to find out who Batman was hunting by filling in the etch-a-sketch picture. So I discover the villianness is carrying not a pipe, wrench or heaven forbid - a gun, but she's carrying a (gasp!) deadly can opener. I run to my boss to tell her the exciting news and she's in the parlor with all these little emo/goth/fashion punk guys and they're looking at real crime scene photos. "Courtney, I'd like you to meet Probot -this is our... other... uhm... crime investigation sector." But Probot doesn't try to solve fake little Batman mysteries - they're taking REAL cases! So now I'm livid because I'm doing kids puzzles when I SHOULD BE IN PROBOT! I act polite and meet all the members of Probot and take off through the hotel - determined to find a way into Probot, very afterschool special style. I ran into this girl I worked with in real life - she takes me around the back way, she's drunk and we're headed to a bar. We end up in a movie theater which is, of course, deserted and HAUNTED. Blah, blah blah - we end up out at the bar ordering a bottle of Tequila. Low and behold here comes Burt Reynolds and he's wasted and being pretty pervy. So he wants to drink with us. "You've gotta buy the bottles," I said. Only Burt can't because he's pretty freaking broke now. Then he tried to hug me and I bit him. And thankfully, woke up. Now that my rant is over and there's only one cheerio and a small layer of nasty milk in my cup - I have to pack. I'm freaking out just slightly but will probably feel better when my stuff is in my car and I'm on my way. Current Mood: worried (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 2nd, 2005
12:05 am	Got CHI? Who holds the power of the CHI? I do now. (Comment on this)
Friday, April 1st, 2005
2:03 am	My life as a bag of mother's cookies So - this is stupid, as are most things I write, think or find myself uncontrolably saying lately - but right now my life feels like a bag of mother's cookies. (I also can't describe to you how pathetic I feel comparing my life to a bag of cookies.) You know that mixed bag - where the only thing you give a shit about are the frosted animal cookies? And you feel like going to the asshole who bought the mixed bag and saying "You fucked up - nobody likes those chocolate sandwich cookies - all we want are the fuckin' pink and white animals!" If you took that bag, and shook it up and broke all the cookies and tore a small hole in the bottom - that'd be my life. Everything is so wildly turned upside down right now, some stuff in a good way - some stuff in a very bad way, and some in a way that combine them to just make me fucking miserable. At the bottom of the bag are all the bits of animal cookies - not just the trunks of elephants and the legs of the (insert animal with legs here) but the stuff that makes them so cool - the confetti. Sure, frosted animal cookies would probably be dope without the confetti - but I think that extra color is what makes them such a hot commodity in the mixed bag. Those are the things about myself I kind of liked and then forgot about in some stupid self-loathing spiral. Probably mid-shake somewhere between 21 and 23 they just feel to the bottom of the bag and were forgotten. People seldom head to the bottom to find that stuff again - all you really want are the frosted animals. But I think you miss out on the bigger picture. So right now I'm digging to get that stuff back - it belongs on the cookies - for your umm... mother's cookies enjoyment. Somewhere in the middle of the bag - on their way out through that hole in the bottom - are the chocolate sandwich cookies, the almost puck-like almond things and the "chocolate chip cookies" I'm sure are made of leftover puck-mix. Just like these are the cookies no one wants - they are the bits and pieces of me I'm sick of, and don't ever want to see again. They're the nasty belittling self-mantras, the shitty idea of who I am, the idea that other people are better than me because (insert absolutely assanine reasoning here) and the things I come up with in my head that hold me back. I think people just eat those cookies because they think there's nothing better in the bag or they eat them when they run out of frosted animal cookies. Well kids, my bag runneth over with frosted animal cookies now. Or it will shortly anyway -once I dump all that other shit out the bottom. The problem is working those pieces out of the hole - it takes time to sift them out amongst all the good stuff - and you have to try to save as much confetti as possible in the process. Not an easy task. So I feel like this colorful exterior (possibly thanks to the countless dollars I've spent on those fancy little MAC eyeshadow pots), a shiny bag with maybe a few rough edges - but on the inside I'm this jumbled mix of frosted animals and ninja-star throwing quality "cookies." A mess - an absolute wreck. But the thing is, even though you have turned that bag upside down at the grocery store to read the label, dropped it on the check out counter and maybe let the dog get a little too close for comfort - cookies are usually an ok thing. Sure, there are always going to be a few cookie nazi's out there who will only take the home made, or worse - cookies made of like... tofu - but for the most part, Mother's cookies are just all right with me. And right now I'm pretty excited about that fucked up bag of pets and pucks. Current Mood: nerdy (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 30th, 2005
1:21 am	Steppin' out Tonight was filled with concerty goodness ala the "Taste of Chaos" tour. I have to say I was impressed with how they kept the stage moving. In between the bigger bands they had unknown guys play on the corner of the stage - so you didn't even notice the set up and there were no long delays between bands. Good idea. But all those little guys tucked away on the corner of the stage - were slightly lame in their own way. I'm not sure if they HAD to use acoustic guitars or what, but they all did and they were all SO fucking emo. Bleh. Boys - bend over, reach between your legs and grab a handful - those are your balls; please take them into consideration when you are writing this shit. Some of it was just absolutely horrible. I think that's something I pretty much can't stand at the moment - sad little emo bands. Crying, whining unimaginative crap about your skin being paper and her heart breaking like glass. I've run clean out of kleenex and the patience. Anyway, this week was horrible - so a little concert was a nice escape from not being sure how to deal with the loss of a friend and mentor. But as soon as I washed the mascara off it's like my eyes went "umm... we could cry a little more...." Ugh. Yet another part of growing up I'm not loving. Current Mood: angry (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 16th, 2005
12:18 pm	oh yeah Yesterday I had lunch and got my car washed with Josh - I just have to say he's one of the best people I know. He will be missed. That and I just blew my hair out upside down - talk about big. Melanie Griffith would have been proud. It's good John is coming home - but I'll miss the freedom to listen to music at desired volume while running around the apartment in my undies. Sorry John, but dat's da truth. (Comment on this)
12:01 pm	Go west, to begin life new, Go west, this is what we'll do. I can't say "two weeks" without thinking about Arnold Schwarzenegger's malfunctioning fake head in Total Recall. Two weeks - that's it. Next week is my last at work (HOORAH!) and the week after that I'm packing and hanging out with people for the last time in a long time I'm guessing. Two weeks. My god, I can't even get myself to go grocery shopping on a regular basis - my refrigerator has four things in it: a bag of fortune cookies, old leftovers from... I'm not sure where, really sketchy oranges and an array of mostly empty condiment containers. How am I going to take care of myself when I move! I'll be living on a steady diet of soy beans, ice cream and booze (the only actual food in my freezer). I'll spend all my money on concerts, make-up and my newest obsession, SHOES. Maybe I'll starve, be fashionable and start to look like I belong in LA. Or something... But seriously, I'm so excited. This could be the start of ... dare I say it... a really cool career. It could also be the perfect opportunity to realize I'm ok with failure. Either way, the next few years will be known as, "The Laverne and Shirly Era." I'm going to do whatever the hell I wanna do, and do it my way. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 8th, 2005
12:20 am	To Sir with love Maybe it's the Al Green - or the winds of change sweeping over Gonkie Park - but I'm feeling a little sad, a little jealous, but extremely happy for my big brother John. I think he's truly smitten with a really nice girl. She is perhaps, the only one of his girlfriends I have actually liked. (And I think she occasionally reads this journal - so sorry John if I'm giving shit away or something.) And John is really retarded for her. So next week she's moving in. And in four weeks I'm moving out. John can be tough to handle at some times - but you've all got to admit, he's one of the best people you know. The boy would forgive you for stabbing him in the back with a broken stick, or sicking a dropbear on him, or unleashing dogs - or bees - or the dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark they shoot bees. Tomorrow, after sleeping on his side, sewing his fingers back on and when he's all covered in giant welts - he'll hug you and say "I don't want to fight." The crazy guy is actually one of my best friends and will always be. He's the only reason I have friends and what few friends I found on my own like him WAY more than me. Anyway - it's just extremely nice to see him so freaking happy. I think he deserves it. And seeing him this light and excited like a six-year-old - restores my faith in that whole relationship thing. Maybe he has really found the yin to his yang, the Hall to his Oates, the Chupa to his cabra. You just never know - but I envy and admire the guy for taking big steps and making shit happen. And I hope he gets good returns on this investment. So John - hats off to you. . . but don't say I didn't warn you about the bitches. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005
5:43 pm	Special Needs Day Today is empathy for the special needs kids day. I can't feel the left side of my face. I look like I've had a stroke and now that side of my face is paralized. My tongue is COMPLETELY numb - so my speech sounds fantastic. As me to say, "tigers take trots to town" five times fast - it's great. Point and laugh. Look away and feel sorry. I don't care. I got a glass of water to try and rinse the nasty dentist taste out of my mouth - that lovely combination of latex gloves, amalgam and a dash of ground tooth. I couldn't figure out why my shirt was so wet until I looked in the mirror and realized the water I had just put in my mouth was slowly leaking out the left side of my face. I have to lean my head to the right just to drink. Tonight I'll have a wonderful dinner of luke warm tomato soup. The safest meal on the planet (unless, of course, you're allergic to tomatoes. I just hate them.) I'll be living off of liquid foods for the next three days. I think I'll go to the park, kick the sand out behind me, make motorcycle sounds and run off into the sunset with my tongue wagging screaming "tugnnnhhhh flabaahhhhh homasssss!!!" With my helmet on - of course. Current Mood: numb (Comment on this)
Monday, February 21st, 2005
11:48 pm	Beyond Thunderdome Mmkay - life has been wierd. (I'm sure it has for everyone.) Last night I dreampt my brother John had the voice of Kermit the frog. And we lived on a ship. I keep having dreams about water - either I am living on a ship, drowning, or on a deserted island. And they're never really cool - always kind of odd. Anyway, John talked like Kermit and everything else about the dream was absolutly normal - it was like a page out of my everyday life. But nobody else seemed to notice John, or care about his voice. Wierd. I'm losing patience and ready to move. If it was after the greatest world war, and there were no resources left -I think I could pull a Tina and get some shit together. Either that or I'll end up being the Blaster to someone's Master. Current Mood: sad (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 12th, 2005
11:54 pm	Happy Valentine's Day I love you. All of you. Some in a best friendly way, some like a sister, some like a future sister-in-law, and some in a very dirty and unnatural way. I used to think Valentine's Day was a crock - being a bitter, single, aging school marmy type. But celebrating love can't be all that bad. And heck, someday I will get roses. Either when I send them to myelf, or when I die. Current Mood: peaceful (Comment on this)
Monday, January 31st, 2005
4:04 pm	Way to go Phil So - shorter winter. Bonus. But I don't know how they can tell what the fuck the groundhog saw when they just rip the little bastart out of that tree stump! They didn't even give him a second to figure out what's up. For all we know he could be blind. But it sure is huge. I remember when the dogs would get gophers - Phil looks like he's swallowed a small child. And what's the deal, if Phil dies, who replaces him? Do people just breed replacement groundhogs in captivity? Is that legal? If they burrow all day under the dirt, can they see shit anyway? Or is that just umm... moles who are blind? So I went to my lesson today and realized I am master of the unrealistic expectation. Two months and I expect to be the best lead guitar player ever. This is rediculous. This groundhog thing is really bugging me. I don't think we're getting a fair reading on this - what if they just make it up and we really are in for more winter. I need to know. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 30th, 2005
10:56 am	That lucky old sun Thank god the sun came out today! I dunno, I love the muggy, wet weather - but I am a little tired of being perpetually frozen. My dad and I took advantage of the good weather and went and hung my grandma's stained glass window (which, by the way, looks amazing if I do say so myself). We had a good chat in the truck about the shape of things to come for the music industry - how the big four are fighting technology tooth and nail like an old man afraid of a computer. I think I need to take some classes and get the whole computer thing going for myself. I'll try to do that while I'm working down there and then when I'm ready - go get my MBA. Direction. We talked about my brother and how he can diffuse almost any situation. I decided that if John could get his temper under control and get the umph to go to school - he could be the President that brings world peace. I've seen John become friends with guys who have tried to kick his ass. It's odd. And everybody gravitates to him. He's like a big people magnet. Of course, in his present state - as President - I think he'd get us all killed (but I'm sure we'd all be the best of friends in the afterlife.) My hair looks VERY wired right now and I'm just hardpressed to do anything about it. Current Mood: content (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 26th, 2005
12:19 am	They say it's my birthday Ok, well.. not until Thursday. But there is mass stokeage. I'm having a little soiree - and the guest list is going to be like 90 percet hot or super cool dudes. We're having a Mario Kart tourney. How freaking awesome is that shit. Who says you can't have your cake and eat it too? By the by - I have quite possibly purchased the best rock/punk cd I have purchased in years. The bronx - check it out, they're on Ferret. New tunes, new boys, new "job" with a record label. Life, my friends - is so beautiful it hurts. Let's talk about why your life rocks! Current Mood: ecstatic (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 19th, 2005
10:13 am	Are you going to put change in that? Ok, I was lost in downtown LA, trying to find the building where the label's at. So I finally decide to just park and walk the rest of the way. Luckily, there were plenty of open meters on the street, so I pulled up and started stacking my quarters. I threw my purse and portfolio in the front seat and hopped out to put my money in the deal. "Are you going to put money in that?" This crazy looking black guy comes strolling up- a little too close for comfort. "Yeah... it's a parking meter." "Do you want me to help you?" Why? Because I don't look capable of putting the big shiny quarters in the slot? "Umm... no thanks, I think I ..." "'Cause I can put the time on there without you having to put the money in." What's in it for this guy? "Like, I just got out of jail and I need some money for the bus, it's three dollars. So I'll put however much time you need on the machine and then you can give me your quarters." "You just got out of jail? And now you're going to do this? I dunno man, I don't want you going back to jail..." HAH. "How about this, I need about two hours probably, I'll put the dough in for that and give you the rest." So you don't shoot me or club me over the back of my head and steal my car with my new cd in it. "Naw, naw, we're not going to get caught. C'mon." "Thanks for offerring, and that's a really good skill to have in this city but..." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bent paperclip. "DUDE, STOP. C'mon, seriously - would you want to go back to jail for something like THIS?" And I start shoving my quarters into the machine before he can say boo. I put two hours on the meter and ended up with a dollar left which I stacked up and put in the guy's grubby little hand. "I know it's not three bucks, but you're one dollar closer to that bus ride, how's that?" "..." I'm waiting to die. "Besides, that's all the money I have right now." Which wasn't far from the truth. "Well thank you - do you think you'll need more time than two hours? 'Cause I can put some more on there for you." "I appreciate that, but I think I should be done by then. Good luck to you man." And I headed for my car door. He didn't move from the meter. So i booked it to my interview down the block - looking back only once fifty feet down the road to discover he was still standing at my meter. I don't know if he put more time on there anyway, or took it all off because I only gave him a lousy dollar. Either way, I didn't get a ticket OR a cap in my ass. He could have stolen the car and I'd be all right with that, but I would have really wanted that cd back. (Comment on this)
10:05 am	My future's so bright I gotta wear shades Ok so yesterday I had an interview with the head of an independent record label- for an internship. Which has been offerred to me. Me and other people who applied but it's only a matter of time before I quash the competition. (Ok, maybe that's not true, but I sure intend to try.) I've never been so excited to work and not get paid for it. I think I got back in the car after my interview and just screamed. A lot. And laughed at myself for being so silly. This is very exciting. I guess lately I have just started to realize how truly sheltered and naive I am. So moving away from my comfort people and the stability might be a nice eye opening experience. And it's amazing down here. I know people go on and on about how crazy it is in LA, but you have access to so much. It's all a half hour away - well, according to stupid mapquest. Just don't go anywhere the day after a holiday and expect to have a nice short trip. So that's it. Two months, I am giving myself two months and then I'm moving. (Comment on this)