7-12-03

Let’s see…last week went to Ozzfest. Ozzy was wicked. I was really excited about Disturbed. I was so happy because they rocked so much. Korn was surprisingly great. I’m not the biggest Korn fan, but I like them…I was just surprised by how great they are live. Cradle of Filth fans are psycho. I don’t know why Kirby is comparing GWAR to Slipknot. Slipknot totally doesn’t have a worm. Motorgrater was neat…pretty crazy neat. Shadow’s Fall was most excellent. Freak was totally looking forward to Shadow’s Fall and Cradle. He was not disappointed. Marilyn Manson preformed like a child of the theatre. The backgrounds and the costumes revealed a creative and charismatic side to that shock-rocker. Just got to love guys that have that much confidence. Hotwire can suck my dick though. The vocalist claimed “something’s wrong with this microphone” to which my friends replied, “no it’s your voice.” We hid from the sun underneath a table. We didn’t feel like braving the heat to listen to them suck up the second stage. Brandon defended their presence at Ozzfest with “you have to have crappy bands to make the good bands look even better.” I guess, but geez couldn’t they have found better crappier bands? I wish System of a Down had been there…btw if you want to shorten that name it should be system not SOAD. Acronyms can sod off. I’m hungry. I could go for some poptarts right about now. There’s no food. I just know it. Ok now that food is out of the way…knockoff cocoa puffs. Back to music commentary. Chevelle wasn’t that great…not sure though because they were kind of quiet. I loved the “rain” during Ozzy was killer. Some guy was totally checking me out and it felt good to be seen as sexy or cute among the topless sluts. Sigh…I’m just jealous my boobs don’t look like that. Zakk Wilde had this awesome solo for like 20 minutes. Part of it he was playing with his mouth, then behind his head…the stuff that dreams are made of. Wilde and Ozzy are truly Gods among men.

Have you ever seen a stoner argue with a talking pikachu toy? McSmack is. HAHA. “No pikachu, you can’t have any.” I should explain this better. Pikachu came from the side of the road. Todd was driving, taking this totally insane route to the store. It was all weird side streets and he slams on the brakes. He yelled “Pikachu, get it!” and made B jump out of the car and grab it. It was a talking pikachu but it’s broken so it talks without the buttons in its hands being pressed. So as we were riding in the car it went off at random times. We all thought it was possessed which we thought would be a really cool scary movie. (It’s a freakin’ pikachu!) Well there’s this picture of pikachu taking a bong hit. Pikachu is quite the smoking lightning rat. I have a mosquito bite. It itches. But yeah every now and again Pikachu wants more.

Camping…On Monday we left to go camping in the desert of Arizona in July. This spot is near the Colorado River, a place called Senator’s Wash. We went camping there before in the winter, but when we got there this time someone took “our” spot. So we went to Freak’s second choice spot which is the one he used to camp in with his family. (The first time that spot had been his first choice, then he laid his eyes on the other one and fell in love.) During the winter, the water of the reservoir was freezing. This trip the water was great. I totally got sunburned. We rode around in Freak’s dad’s jeep. The days got into the 100s and the nights stayed in the 80s….arg. We forgot the hamburgers and hotdogs in Freak’s garage. We ate out the first night. Tyler’s taste of Texas was the place we ate in and the food was most tremendous and totally filling. We bought more food for the second night and everything was fine. We had bagels for breakfast and chips for the afternoons. There was some muck and mud that we played in. Freak rubbed it all over himself (even his face). Brandon’s brother rubbed it into his hair too. Me and Tony just let them put it on our hats. (Hehe…I stole my hat from someone else so it didn’t bother me at all. We saw wild donkeys running free. We swam in a river with fish that nibbled on us. It scared me because I was the first one they nibbled and I didn’t know what was doing it. I squeaked and Tony asked me why. All I could say was, “I don’t know.” Later I sat down in some shallow water and watched my toes which the fish had nibbled twice without me knowing what was “biting” me. Eventually this little fish about four or five inches long swam up to me and I understood. They looked sort of a clear color with a reflective blue on their tails. There were littler fish only about an inch long nibbling on the others.

The first night Tony heard this donkey “dying.” The second night we all heard the donkeys having sex while listening to some other camp playing Green Day. Donkeys doing it to Green Day. I didn’t have to share my tent with anyone. That meant that I could sleep however I wanted, wearing whatever I wanted. I’m also glad I wasn’t the only female there. I wish B could have gone, but having a weekday job made it impossible for her. I haven’t written much for a while. I was trying to be good and write often, but not enough happened to me sometimes to write anything.

Wonderful…my ex-boyfriend is turning into an alcoholic. I think it’s my fault too. He never used to drink until we broke up and then I drank with him while we were both upset and now he’s drank possibly 7+ times without anyone around. I just worry. That’s not a social drinker. That’s someone who doesn’t want someone to call an ambulance. Dear God. The destruction I caused. Maybe I should have stayed with him in that relationship. I wasn’t that unhappy. Maybe people wouldn’t hate me for breaking up with him if I was back with him. Sigh. I feel like he’s just going to get hurt without me. But he made me so sad sometimes. He drove me nuts others. Some days though, he was the most romantic guy I’ve ever known. Sigh. I think about this a lot. Two years is a long time. I get jealous when he talks about other girls, but I can’t imagine not talking to him about everything. I can’t imagine not talking to him. We went a month or so without talking much. Maybe we’d have a word here or there, but no real conversations. Sigh.

Changing the dreary subject… Today I got to play skeeball, mini golf, and air hockey at Boomers. We got lots of tickets so I got a bouncy ball and some army men. I also won a mini golf ball out of the bushes…long story. I’m too competitive with guys; B too. We both get mad when we loose to guys and when guys try to help us. We are so perfect for each other. I miss hanging out with Steve. He used to fight with me…that was so much fun. He went easy on me because I was a girl, but it still felt like he was giving it some effort. He’s never around anymore, that that he was that much then either. Something about watching Kirby play as Zelda against Link reminds me of him. Hehe I wonder why. He was so cute in that hat. Hehe. GO LINK!!! KICK HER BUTT!!! Hehe. Kirby called me a bitch cause I want Link to win. Aww…Pikachu is possessed. I am so tired. It’s 5 AM. Yikes, I have to drive B to work tomorrow. She got a job at her church. I like taking her. Maybe I’ll take a blanket with me and sleep on the couch in the office.