Friday, November 01, 2002
Oh, and it turns the model for the drawings I bought from Aurore was there and she is NOT the girl from the poetry reading (see 10/14). She is instead a hyperactive masseuse in training who nearly killed me in a friuitless attempt to loosen my shoulder tension. I tried to tell her that many have tried, all have failed. I had to ask her to stop when she started beating the heck out my and proceeded to take off her rings in an attempt to REALLY get to work. Yikes...
Rayne was there as well. He kills me. He one of those sit-back-and-watch-roll-your-eyes types that I find tiresome. But he's a nice cat though I don;t know him very well. He was trying to encourage me too do foolish things after I mentioned that I'd had a bit too much to drink (this is relative cos I only had one rum cider that K made in the kitchen and it made me lightheaded immediately, then i broke out in a sweat and had to go outside for a moment).
Halloween at Aurore's last night. Fun. Interesting mix of people that almost didn't quite click but still gave it the ole' college try and made for an nice evening.
I went as the Maryland sniper ("I could be anyone") and Aurore's concept for the party was that we must also bring an art piece. I brought a velvet vest, cut very small, that I made and entitled "The Sniper's Bride". K, Aurore's friend, put it on and it fit it her perfectly! So Aurore is going to give it to her (since the idea was that she would keep the art pieces the guests made). JB Daniel sent her some stamps he made in lieu of an actual appearance. They were neat closeups of a cock and hand, very much in the style of Aurore's photograhic work (repetition, sexual imagery closeups) . Now I want some too! I have no idea how he made the stamps but cool beans all around.
Two guests, who came in at the same time , one dressed as one of the "Elephants of the Apocalypse"(A "Simpsons" reference) and another in a suit, great Richard Nixon mask and walking with a stoop a la Tricky Dick. Their outfits were unrelated, but I felt that the elephant should be put on the model pedestal Aurore has and that Nixon should burn incense and bow down to him while we took pictures. The conceptual nature of this flew right by them and they refused. Hee!
Took forever to get home and today was an utter waste of time. But onwards and upwards!
I did not write this but wanted to include it cos I found it on a discussion board somewhere and think it's hella funny:
The "i'm so goth" list
a bunch of goths were standing outside a club, talking. . . .
-I'm so goth, in preschool, the only crayon I used was black.
-I'm so goth I dyed my belly button black.
-I'm so goth my black is blacker than your black. I call it "black black."
-I'm so goth, I don't say "black," I say "blahhwwwkkk."
-I'm so goth, whenever I walk into a room, all the lights go out.
-goth #1: I'm so goth the people in the grocery store have refused to sell me any cereal other than Count Chocula.
goth #2: I'm so goth people ask me to AUTOGRAPH boxes of Count Chocula.
-I'm so goth people touch me and they BECOME goth. They say, "Oh no, now I'm goth!"
-I'm so goth I wear sunglasses when I open the refrigerator.
-I'm so goth I don't paint my nails black--I bash them with a hammer.
-I'm so goth I died and didn't notice.
-I'm so goth, whenever I knock on somebody's door they give me candy.
-I'm so goth, I'm not only "goth," but also "gothe" "goff" "gawth" "gauwth" "gothic" "gothik" "gothique" and "gawfickk" and soon I hope to be "gauewthickueu."
-I'm so goth, when I stop pouting, people ask, "What are YOU so happy about?"
-I'm so goth, when I go outside, the sun sets.
-goth #1: I'm so goth the smile muscles in my face have atrophied.
goth #2: I'm so goth the smile muscles in my face never GREW.
goth #3: What's a smile?
-I'm so goth, when I was born, the doctor asked me, "What's with the shades?"
-I'm so goth I say things like "eternally yours in darkness" and "love and darkness" and "may the eternal darkness of the abyss enrapture and enshroud you in its infernal sickly sweet embrace."
-I'm so goth I don't use fabric softener, because I like pain.
-I'm so goth I set off airport metal detectors from ten feet away with all my jewelry.
-I'm so goth I'm the only REAL goth.
-I'm so goth I smoke cloves in the shower.
-goth #1: I'm so goth a little rain cloud follows me wherever I go and rains on me.
goth #2: I'm so goth I AM the rain cloud.
-I'm so goth I'm more goth than anyone else.
-goth #1: I'm so goth I got a tattoo of celtic knotwork starting at the top of my head, winding all the way down my body, and trailing five feet behind me on the floor.
goth #2: I'm so goth I AM a tattoo.
goth #3: I'm so goth I pierced all my tattoos.
-I'm so goth it takes me an hour and a half to get dressed.
-I'm so goth it takes me longer to get UNdressed.
-I'm so goth I'm dead.
-I'm so goth I think electrical tape is a fashion accessory.
-I'm so goth, in preschool, all my drawings were titled, "DEATH."
-I'm so goth, in high school, all my papers were titled, "DEATH."
-I'm so goth I slather on spf 45 before I open the refrigerator.
-I'm so goth I wore corsets in preschool.
-goth #1: I'm so goth I wonder if my dog's collar would look better on me.
goth #2: I'm so goth I KNOW my dog's collar looks better on me.
goth #3: I'm so goth I stole my dog's collar.
-I'm so goth, when I was born, I asked for a light for my clove.
-I'm so goth I ate a Happy Meal . . . because I like to live dangerous.
-I'm so goth little kids are mesmerized by my appearance.
-I'm so goth parents leg their kids when they see them mesmerized by my appearance.
-I'm so goth I've been banned.
-I'm so goth nobody understands me, especially when I say, "the boom boom like shockalocka!!! . . . flibbaflobba!!!"
-I'm so goth I don't take my medications, so I can be more goth.
-I'm so goth, when I was born the doctor slapped me and I didn't cry.
-I'm so goth I make flowers wilt.
-I'm so goth I like them better that way.
-I'm so goth I punched a care bear.
-I'm so goth I think saying "oh my goth" is cute.
-I'm so goth, when I smile people ask me what's wrong.
-I'm so goth little old ladies in walkers cross the street to insult me.
-I'm so goth I keep getting hit on by necrophiliacs!
-I'm so goth I rooted for Gargamel.
-I'm so goth I practice my blank stare in the mirror.
-I'm so goth that when I moved into Mr. Roger's neighborhood, he moved away!
-I'm so goth I have carpal tunnel syndrome from constantly putting the back of my hand to my forehead.
-I'm so goth that whenever I walk into a room, you hear "Toccata and fugue in D minor."
-I'm so goth I listen to The Sisters of Mercy and Bauhaus simultaneously at midnight in a graveyard sitting in a pentagram surrounded by candles . . . and oh, there's a full moon . . . and then I die. And then I come back to life. And then I die again . . . tragically.
-I'm so goth I have actually seriously uttered the phrase, "the darkest dark of the dark darkness."
-I'm so goth I tried to use Cheer . . . it cried.
-goth #1: I'm so goth, when I'm sleeping people come and check my pulse.
goth #2: I'm so goth I don't have a pulse.
-I'm so goth I know what pvc stands for.
-I'm so goth the people at the suicide hotline have asked me to stop calling.
-I'm so goth I'm catholic.
-I'm so goth nuns and priests resent me because I look cooler in black than them.
-I'm so goth tan lines are a sin.
-I'm so goth I was adopted by the Addams family.
-I'm so goth people keep asking me if I feel okay.
-I'm so goth the dark is scared of ME.
-I'm so goth I know how to spell Siouxsie & The Banshees correctly.
-I'm so goth I . . . wear . . . my . . . sunnnnnglasses at night (sung with a Corey Hart pout).
-I'm so goth I became a fisherman, just so I could use fishnets.
-I'm so goth I want to die die die my hair black.
-I'm so goth I'm on the second stage of aloof . . . I'm "bloof."
-I'm so goth I sleep UNDER my bed.
-I'm so goth, Robert Smith asked ME for my autograph.
-I'm so goth I got a 12-pack of absinthe.
-I'm so goth I don't eat gummy bears, I eat "glummy bears."
-I'm so goth I spend every waking moment, every breath, in contemplation of Goth. The totality of my being is at one with the essence of Goth.
-I'm so goth I dot my i's with frowny faces.
-I'm so goth I call a smile a "concave frown."
-I'm so goth that when I was a toddler, I didn't cry over spilled milk, I MOURNED it.
-I'm so goth my skin would catch on fire if it were ever exposed to sunlight.
-I'm so goth I make Happy Meals cry.
-I'm so goth I spend hours deciding what shade of black to wear.
-My grandmother is so goth she uses gothballs.
-I'm so goth I shower with bleach instead of soap.
-I'm so goth I have a fishnet umbrella.
-I'm so goth I always complain because my blacks don't match.
-I'm so goth that bats hang little plastic me's from their ceiling.
-I'm so goth that if I go out in the sunlight with bare skin showing, people have to put on shades because of the reflection off my pale skin.
-I'm so goth I have to wear sunglasses and sunscreen to look on the bright side.
-I'm so goth that lightning strikes whenever I count things. MUH-HA-HA-HA!
-I'm so goth that in kindergarten I sang "woe, woe, woe your boat..."
-I'm so goth I have crushed velvet lawn chairs.
-goth #1: I'm so goth I changed my name to Mystryss Darque Wintyr Nyght Rayn Ravyn.
goth #2: I'm so goth I don't have a name. I'm just "goth."
-I'm so goth all I do is sit around and talk about how goth I am.
-I'm so goth I always use the word "goth" instead of "got."
-I'm so goth every sentence I say has the word "goth" in it.
-I'm so goth I'm the only person who understands what goth REALLY is, and I'm not telling you!
taken from here: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Cafe/4428/IAMSOGOTH.htm
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
went out last night with LaLinda. Hit Gentry and ManHole.
Passed a huge fire in a dumpster walking up to ManHoe (misspelling intentional...)
Had fun. Now the boring sets in.
Gotta get back on track. gotta get a man. gotta get a grip.
Not necessarily in that order.
Geez, it's been 10 days since my last entry and I have nothing to say. Except I've been kicking ass on my midterm reports and expect to crash and burn in precalc.
it's only 20 thousand going up in flames nothing important at all.
supposed to go to Aurore's halloween party thurs. should be interesting, though i probably won't see a soul as i'm coming early.
Austin's been a flake lately(and not just with me apparently). I respect that when people are in new relationships they like to spend as much time as possible with their lover, but geez, dude can't give a brother an email? Oh well, maybe this who he was all along. Next.
I'm really thinking about the bartender thing. Every time LaLinda tells me about the money, my mouth waters. We shall see. Cos after all, we are in a sort of recession and everybody and their mother is attempting to get in the all cash businesses. But who knows.
I've got to get a job though. I feel like I'm getting old and running out of time and I refuse to be a crazy old homeless man. I will a crazy old institutionalized-in-a -perfectly-nice-asylum man.
I think I may have a self-imposed sexual dysfunction. And how was your day?
Caetano Veloso's coming to the Chicago Theatre. I don;t think he's ever been here before so I'm really tempted. Bryan Ferry's coming as well, but my bro mentioned that the scuttlebutt the last time he was through was not good, so maybe i won't...i'll see if i can find some reviews of his last tour on the web.
I don't know why i'm contemplating spending more money on ephemeral things...i barely remember the last show i was at(meshell n'degeocello, can't believe i spelled it right on the first try)
Listening to Kylie Minogue-Fever, Carol King-Greatest Hits, Pretenders-Pretenders II (it's a girly faggy kinda evenin')