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10.31.05/00:00 happy halloween!!
This picture on the right is your Halloween present, a piece of artwork I call 'picking flowers.'
And on a completely unrelated side-note, I fixed my watch, something that brings me much joy.
That's just one of a dozen examples of my good fortune. I finished a new song today that I'm going to post sometime this week, and I finished the album cover for short-hand clockspins. I'm pretty excited 'bout that. In case you're wondering, a short-hand clockspin is roughly 720 minutes. I mean exactly 720 minutes, not roughly. Not at all.
And maybe maybe maybe I will get to go to Guadalajara for Del's wedding. That would be the max-fantastic if it were possible. The only downside is that I'd only have about 1.5 months to learn spanish. I don't like going places where I can't understand what people are saying about me. That's why I don't like going into downtown Pittsburgh. 10.30.05/19:35 keisatsu ni shikarareta
10.26.05/22:21 voodoo doll, my darling
[voodoo doll] .mp3 file [lyrics]
Here's a song unlike anything I've done so far, or maybe it's so completely like everything I've done so far that it blows my mind? I don't know. The pictures actually go along with the superheroine song below, but I just finished them and need to post them somewhere. Somewhere like here. Also, mad thanks to my teachers for lending me books, even though reading eats a lot of time I've realized I don't have this semester, thanks to 18 credits of scholastic self-mutilation. 10.23.05/23:09 practicing deception
[superheroine] 2.1MB .mp3
Our first order of business is a new song I've been working on for the last few days, one that took me 32 tracks to track and even then I had to to an inordinate amount of postproduction to bring it to its full awesomeness. Click here for lyrics. No, don't misread the name as some sort of awesome new drug, the 'e' makes it clear that it's the feminine form of hero.
Secondly, here's a new short story for you. It's for class on Tuesday. I hope it goes over as well as my last one, but it'll be tough to please that crowd of raving lunatics twice in a row. Don't take offense, as all writers are raving lunatics. The good ones, anyway. And for no reason at all, this post is littered with pictures that Jean was good enough to send me from last Sunday.
10.20.05/20:16 doughty, part 2 and the flipside
And the concert last night was freaking fantastic. They played a much longer set than they did in Indy, and did some sweet covers. Unlike the Indy show, nobody paid that Orenda Fink girl any attention, which is okay because she wasn't very good. Kind of a viscous circle, er, I mean, vicious cycle. Freudian slit, um, slip?
Kind of lost my train of thought. Oh yeah, Megan totally blew me off about an hour before I was supposed to leave my house. In retrospect, it's probably better she didn't go because every show I've ever been to with her has been 100% the suck. It ended up being a really good Guitar Class field trip where I got to show Nick what good acoustic rocking looks and sounds like in light of what we've been practicing. 10.20.05/20:16 luck runs thin So I woke up at 8:14 today with explosive diarrhea. It's been kind of a shitty day. To compound matters, I didn't learn these 45 kanji words like I should've, and the quiz tomorrow will rape me. The icing on the cake was when my belt broke and I had to hold my pants up from the Cathedral all the way home.
This girl asks me, "Why don't you just wear pants that fit?"
The real answer? I'm so freakishly skinny that you'd all explode from shock. Like an Ethiopian child minus the pot belly (a side-effect of starvation). Sometimes I seriously wonder if I might have a tapeworm. Not a tiny little stringy parasite, but a mighty snake of a tapeworm the thickness of a Polish sausage spanning a whole metre. 10.17.05/12:24 doughty, part 1 and driving forever
I spent the whole night trying and failing to seduce Amanda. I keep forgetting that she knows all my tricks by now and refuses to fall for them, despite half my best efforts. We drank Brain Wash and talked about side-effects and Jean told Helen Keller jokes and they both had the bartender construct drinks from concepts such as 'something fruity' or 'something blue and tangy' and a few others I forgot.
10.9.05/01:13 down with my sickness
[n. canor video] .mov
I went to Columbiana today to see Crazy Matt and to hang out with Annie. I've not seen her in something like a 1.25 years and it was good times. Even with blonde and bright pink hair, she's still as pretty as ever. We went to that restaurant, you know, the only restaurant in Columbiana. I always forget what it's called. Main Street USA? Not quite a Denny's. 10.6.05/22:32 a lullaby for you
[necare canor] .mp3 file
And here are the lyrics. I wanted it to be like that song from that book, you know, that song that kills people. Just kidding. Although there are times when I'm driving when I wish it weren't just creative fiction.
One final note, the Japanese section is up and running again, with new pages and content you can't even see on this half of the site. Maybe even some stuff you shouldn't be able to see. I translated a little part of it on Google translation and I got this sentence: If there is question, the e-mail please send. English and Japanese, it is good with whichever. 10.1.05/08:02 fliptracks and besides
This album features not only the wildly popular japanese alphabet song, but also the acoustic version of degrees below zero and the sappy crowd favorite don't take the child. And also some other songs. If you're not happy with these songs, take heart, I've already started work on the third album, 'spite your face.' It should be ready in about a month.
Also, today is rabbit rabbit day and September has been trash-compacted and blasted into that junkyard I call the archives. In other news, only two weeks until Mike Doughty, and only two and a half weeks until Mike Doughty again. And Dad tells me he procured me some Poteraangu, but I'll have to see it to believe it. If you're wandering, come back! And if you're wondering, Poteraangu is a mythical snack known to exist only in Valhalla and Japan. |
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So it might be that
I ran a red light. He said next time I wouldn't be so lucky.
It's kind of good that I got pulled over because my driving hubris was
getting ridiculous. Perhaps he looked at my car and realize I
probably can't even afford the ticket? One can only speculate.
I
can't believe this 22 year-old girl who had sex with a 15 year-old boy is
going to give me a lecture on morality. Hypocrisy?
What's that? Time to shoot the horse in the face and send it to the
glue factory, I'd say. Now that that's out of my system, there's
some business to get down to today.
I've
been getting better at lying. Not that I like to, but it's necessary
practice for my next endeavour, this sick practice of trying to live
interesting fiction in a shishosetsu kind of way. But enough
about that unpleasantness. We've got some taisetsu na youzi
to get down to today on the peachycomics front. Check out all our
sweet muscles.
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There were still elements of
today that were fantastic, like the french class scavenger hunt where I
had the bright idea of stealing all the pamphlets before anyone else could
get them. When that guy had to make copies and everyone else had to
wait, they were all quite the unhappy. Mwahahahahaha. Jordan
strikes again!
So much to tell, so much
that's only interesting to me and will bore you to tears. Dad
brought me presents from Okinawa, Poterongu (!), sake cups,
Japanese Lucky Strikes, and another thing I won't get until Christmas.
I got to hang out with him and Joyce in Columbus and then see Waldron HS
soccer team suffer a crushing defeat in the shootout after both overtimes.
And the show, wow, the show. Mike Doughty was, of course, amazing
and we were most amazed at just how much he sounds like himself. He
did a solo set in the middle of his show and played some of my favorite
songs and the opening act, Orenda Fink, wasn't bad. I can't wait
until Wednesday so I can compare notes.
Shit,
man. The driving. Grandma's car is superior to mine only in
that I don't feel like it's going to explode randomly. No CD player,
no tape deck, two temperature options (arctic and tropic), and a whole
Ohioful of country music stations and hillbilly morning shows that make me
want to take the nearest off-ramp out of this veil of tears. S'ville
to Earlham to Indy to Earlham to S'ville to home, with a 1.5-hour power
nap in the Flyingest of J's on exit 122 in the deepest depths of central
Ohio. Rush Hour and traffic and sun in my eyes.
Written
in dragon's blood on the flayed skin of a dead angel, I have a new song.
Something to use to sing your kids to sleep, just in time for the
Halloween season. And you wondered where I've been for the last
week? It's just been one long series of disappointments and crying
and praying for quick death.