100 years of solitude, or just a day

Living on campus is more lonely than I thought it would be. A sea of people and none to talk to. The irony. I am glad Di's around, even though she's off campus. And I'm glad Joanne and Di are my friends--why does this sound like a call for help or a third grade essay?--because I think I would go batshit crazy not being able to curse or say stupid, dirty things and get away with it. I'm surprised we put up with each other's shit as well, like that time they invited me to dinner but did a drive by watergun shooting instead by cornering me and aiming for my crotch. Bitches. But there was that time we lynched Jimmy, Di's teddy bear. And that time, we tricked Joanne into hiking in her flipflops and skirt. So I suppose, tit for tat, bitches. Tit for freaking tat.

I'm lonely because there's no one around. Literally. My roommates aren't home and all the friends that I do have on campus are RA's and they're out and about doing their RA things. And I'm not an RA so goodbye to my involvement in that.

I also went to dinner alone tonight. And as pathetic as that may sound, I didn't mind but it really made me miss Erin and Di, especially from sophomore year when we would go to Ventanas for lunch and then gossip. Twas the life. You would have thought that working for retail for a year and thus having lunch breaks by myself would have toughen me or built my apathy instead of having me reminisce. "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past?" Sure, why not, Gatsby. But here's to drinking to my death tonight after watching what will hopefully be a good terrible movie.

The Confused Dahlia

The Black Dahlia equals OMGWTFBBQ?!?!

I'm glad I went with seven other friends to see that movie because together, we were able to piece together the subplots of love triangles, revenge, and murders. And holy shit, let me tell you there were more subplots than the number of fingers on my hands.

Well, maybe if I were awake for certain portions of the film and paid attention to most of the film, I wouldn't be as confused. But seeing a movie after a practically 12 hour work day (where I technically clocked out after hour 9 but stayed to help because all my friends are RAs and thus weren't able to hang out) should have been fun. Just not so mindboggling.

Eric was right, we should have seen the Covenant aka the Craft meets boarding school and replaced with male characters.

Goodbye, halcyon days

Longest weekend ever, I swear. And it's only Friday night. It's move-in weekend for UCSD and I'm caught in the middle of petty drama, like the maintenance staff who have yet to install and build all the beds, parents demanding this and that, students who are adamant on their requests based on misinformation.

Is it Tuesday yet?

In other news, I went to two adult stores tonight. One was a well-lit porn shop complete with video rooms, one emitting a really loud audio of only a woman moaning. The other store was more LGBT friendly, except for the graphic penis pictures. All I have to say is, 15 inches? Sure, we call that photoshop.

Time of the season

Phantom Planet plus the Zombies equals one of the best concerts I've been too, sans from Coachella because you can't list a festival like that alongside these tours. Colin Bluntstone's voice was amazing as ever since the recording of these songs from forty years ago. I couldn't believe the man's vocal cords have withstand the test of time like they did and all of Rod Argent's keyboard solos were stellar. As for PP, I so called it when they played their new, dancier stuff and it's eerie that I could catch so many of the influences on their newer stuff. I blame the current music scene. At least, they're not trying to do any bee bop boop stuff. That'd be just weird, but I think Alex Greenwald has the perfect voice for pop songs, no offense.

So best concert of my life? Not so much as just freaking unbelievable. Now if only the Unicorns and Neutral Milk Hotel would reunite and tour. Life would be sweet as honey then. And if only I could find someone to go with me to these shows, that'd be even better. I'm kind of tired of going to shows by myself because I get so bored between set times. But I do go to more shows than I should because I believe that if a band comes along and you have the time, GO FOR IT! I mean, when else will you have the opportunity? I still regret, to this very moment, that I never got to see Elliott Smith in concert. Thus I have the following bands lined up:
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Minus the Bear
Something for Rockets
Rogue Wave
Saosin (because I'm crazy hardcore like that sometimes.)

P.S. I forgot to mention this but while at the concert, I've decided that I want to live and work in New York after graduation. Or some place that's new and scary. But then again, I make plans but hardly carry them out so yea for craziness!

Homecoming all over again

I am a terrible driver. But only with passengers. By myself, I'm fine and can multitask but once there's someone sitting besides me, I run redlights and break for no man or speed bump.

From now on, just call me Miss Daisy.