Smiling on the Inside

Saturday, 15 November 2003

climate: gross
place: closet, san antonio, tx
watching: clean sweep on tlc
listening to: sugarcult 'start static'
eating: too much
drinking: nowhere near enough

the weather here is pissing me off. i walked outside today and couldn't breathe. the humidity is ungodly... it's like in denver where you have to breathe really deep to get enough oxygen due to high altitude. only here you have to breathe really deep to get enough oxygen due to the ridiculous amount of water in the air. and then the water coats your lungs and you drown. death by humidity... how sad.

we ate at wendy's today and i'm fairly certain that my chicken was tainted... damn hill billy register guy...

"wha' can i get ya?"
"can i get some of those homestyle chicken strips?"
"wha'?"
"chicken strips."
"s'ry, we're outta da chicken."
"[from kitchen]ronnie, a batch just came out"
"o. wha' can i get ya?"

godammit ronnie! i just want some fucking chicken strips! can i get some deep fried chicken? that's all i want. and how the hell can a fast food resturant be out of something?! apparently ronnie is unaware that he is working at a wendy's...

i hate this place.

Posted by clone2/rats at 8:38 PM MST
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Friday, 14 November 2003

climate: bipolar
location: bedroom floor (aka: el kingdom of huge-ass bugs), san antonio, tx
watching: good eats
listening to: kill hannah mp3's (i'm not sure if this is totally legal...)
eating: shitty cheese and bean burrito
drinking: sprite which has been visited by my new friend jose...

i have spent the day either ridin' on the drug formerly known as pain killer (anyone know how to spell vicadin, because i really don't know at all), and then i was tripping on one too many benadryl, and now i'm wallowing in my light-weight alcoholic traits... so, i've spent the day in places where i was not supposed to go. i've contemplated serveral things which i will now so graciously list for you faithful readers...

1) if electricity is produced by electrons, is morality produced by morons?

2) when in a band, is it cool to wear your own band's shirts and other merchandise?

3) if the answer to question 2 is "no, that will make you look like a dipshit." i must follow up with this question: why does it make you look like a dipshit and not a hack?

so that's all i've got for now. i hope this makes you think. lord knows that nothing else seems to make you think... no i take it back! i love you, i need you! you can't leave me like this...

Posted by clone2/rats at 10:10 PM MST
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Thursday, 13 November 2003

climate: freakishly cold
location: living room, san antonio, tx
watching: CSI
listening to: the life and crimes of alice cooper
reading: the classic fairy tales by iona and peter opie
eating: nothing
drinking: does saliva count?

i saw some guy tagging DPS on the side of a building. i wonder if he knows that DPS stands for department of public safety... that's where you go to get your driver's license. i thought that maybe i should tell him to get a new tag i.d. but i figured that he would kick my scrawny pale ass if he got the chance. so i just kept it to myself.

courtney was sick again today... what is this now? she's sick more often than not. but she was kind of weird acting yesturday; maybe she has some disease that she's not telling us about. or maybe not.

this guy i know got a $7 hair cut yesturday. it looks like a $7 hair cut. it kind of reminds me off 70's cop hair. yeah, it's very Ponch.

Posted by clone2/rats at 8:19 PM MST
Updated: Thursday, 13 November 2003 8:20 PM MST
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Wednesday, 12 November 2003

climate: sweaty
location: Computer lab C-21, San Antonio, tx
watching: some time managment video (eductional, n'est-ce pas?)
listening to: the steady/deeply annoying hum of computers.
eating: nothing
drinking: same

When i gave courtney the info sheet to fill out for her page she said, "what's this." i told her that it was for our 'band' site. she promptly responded with, "oh, we're still doing that?" ha. ha. ha. we are not amused. anyway, when i told this fascinating story to megan, she said something along the lines of, "that's it, courtney is out of the band!" i told her that that was a good idea, because we do know so many other bassists...
(you know, because we don't)

they were giving out cake today in the foryer for some unknown reason. courtney got us some. I'm not sure it was entirely smart to eat unknown cake that was produced by some unkown organization. but i was hungry, and cake is cake. 'do not forsake me, for i am hungry!' i took a picture of the cake simply because i'm determined to document everything. check the gallery in a few days... you'll be glad to know that after i took the picture i proceded to drop my cake on the floor... and promptly pick it up and ate it. so now i'm not sure if i'm plaqued with nausea because of food poisoning, or floor goo that slipped by my usually keen powers of observations.

Posted by clone2/rats at 8:53 PM MST
Updated: Wednesday, 12 November 2003 8:59 PM MST
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Tuesday, 11 November 2003

climate: unknown, i haven't been outside and i don't plan to venture out just for your sake.
location: my living room, san antonio, tx.
watching: foo fighters' "times like these" video
listening to: my phone ring
eating: fingernails
drinking: room temp water

i was watching a cooking show and the lady was talking about meals which you could easily make if you get surprise dinner guests. she suggested that you make veal rolls... i have two problems with this.

first of all, how does that conversation go?
"honey, we're gonna have some guests for dinner. whatever should i make for them to ingest?"
"well dear, why not make those veal rolls that we all love so much."

secondly, who just has veal hanging out in their kitchen? i know the last time i was surprised by people demanding to be fed, i didn't just have veal in my back pocket... and i would go so far as to guess that you don't either. so what makes this veal roll hypothesis plausable at all? well that will no longer be a question beacause i'm here to tell you that this cook chick grew up in the OC. of course they have veal in the kitchen constantly there!

has anyone else noticed that the lead singer of 3 doors down looks like a gorilla? well i have. i guess it's kind of logical to assume that he should look like a gorilla if, like me, you believe in the theory of evolution. but he's just a freak. like his dna didn't quite make it over the evolutionary hump, if you get what i'm saying.

mat devine of Kill Hannah sounded shocked when some one who reviewed one of their shows said that they were cuter than the strokes. well, i don't think he should be so damn shocked. he's supa' fine. (you can tell i'm serious because i used the rare supa' spelling...)

i've decided that the most thank-less job on the planet is to be a sound effects guy on a "punk" album. i saw a Transplants show last april, and they played "diamonds and dogs". so i'm going to assume that you've either heard the song or at least seen that garnier fructis comercial featuring the song. and you know that "whoo, whoo" sound? yeah, that's not some goofy computer sound... there's actually a guy standing behind a key board make those noises into a microphone. hmmm, poor guy. but maybe he likes to soak up the spot light and yet has terrible stage fright. who knows right?

anyone else having weird dreams involving those britney spears barbie dolls? yeah, me neither.

Posted by clone2/rats at 11:14 AM MST
Updated: Tuesday, 11 November 2003 9:08 PM MST
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