The 27 Club

Sick as a dog...I have been dealing with a sinus infection for a couple of days. I had avoided any illnesses for months, perhaps even a year that I can remember, and now I'm cranky and grouchy like a big baby.

Tomorrow is my birthday, and I'm grateful that I can at least taste and somewhat smell because I'm going to get some free Italian dinner.

What have I been up to?
Let's see.

-Signed up to study being a Medical Assistant at Medix. I know I'm no medical type person but I am interested in the sciences lately, there's lots of money in the field, and it's literally across the street. So why not?
-Participating in research studies and doing a LOT of surveys to maintain my share of the bill since going a month without a job now.
-Also selling things on ebay: http://shop.ebay.com/mondoteeno/m.html?_nkw=&_armrs=1&_from=&_ipg=25
-Just realizing that every time I hit Enter the cursor goes UP. Why doesn't anything I own want to work properly? Btw, I have been using a plugged in keyboard with this lousy laptop for about a year and a half now haha.
-Listening to a lot of War, Curtis Mayfield, Sly and the Family Stone, Parliament, and Funkadelic lately. Chaz would be thrilled to have a second band that plays funk music.
-Doing a lot of art work lately. I need to update but you can check out what I've done here: http://viciousbunnies.deviantart.com

Oh god okay I need to lay down right now.

Whatever you do...

Don't look up Suicide Mouse or Dead Bart on Youtube.

I had the pleasure of seeing these videos while letting a 'weird cartoon' playlist run and let me tell you...these are the more updated 'versions' of things like 'Watch this' and some ghost witch or screaming Exorcist face popping up. Or even that 'smile.jpg' hoax (if you don't know what I mean, click these at your own risk, I don't find it that scary really, just creepoi: Variation #1 with story: http://solaravada.tumblr.com/post/271466840/the-curious-case-of-smile-jpg and Variation #2: http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j302/paulsamfreya/smile_dog2.jpg)

 Clip of 'Suicide Mouse' which is pretty much all it is but the sounds are FRIGGIN pee-pants scary.

However, if you play those videos and glare at those smile photos in the dark, I think you've got a great formula for permanently damaging children's lives.

Cake fail

This really happened to me today. But at least the cake was yummy.

I have no idea...

My money's on "Arabian."

New blog!

I have a separate new blog, inspired by my brother and the spam emails I've been getting lately.
I used to write down the crazy titles I'd see and give them to him because they were very similar to his unusual writing style. He said I should just make a blog. So I did. Here it is, enjoy!

http://acidlandling.blogspot.com/

PS: There will also be funny Captchas, so if you come across any, take a screenshot and submit them to me!

Panis Et Circenses

I can NOT. Stop listening to this song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYibDbcb4yI
(also find the live 1969 version, looove the clothes.)

I made that design for a shirt so don't steal it without linking back to this blog and giving me some cred!

Anyway, the point is that I think I really enjoy listening to them lately. It makes me wish to the stratosphere layer that I could translate Portuguese. What's thrilling is that I get them and their general objective even with that language barrier...that I'm a weirdo but in the sense that it's not necessarily esthetically understandable but a concept, a matter of personal interpretation.

If only I could be in a band. It'd be nuts.
Too good probably, and maybe that's why I'm not in one...no one's on my level.

The Thrill of the Hunt

So, now that I am unemployed and deactivated my Facebook (2 weeks and going! Read rant below), I think I should be writing in here more often. Lately, the only writing I've been doing involves filling out applications from all walks of life and occasional scribbles of "Kill Me Now!" in my composition book. I still haven't decided on my stance involving that decision, although sometimes the easy way out of dealing with crap and bills by jumping off a bridge onto 75 seems appetizing.
I kid. I was born to be the world's entertainment on how to feel better about oneself, I can't die yet.
Onward ho...tomorrow Chaz has a show, he's in a group called The Booze. I made flyers for this thing and apparently someone keeps taking them.

He says it's most likely that someone's hatin', but I also said maybe someone really likes them. :D

I want to do more with my art, and watching a ton of Ralph Bakshi films lately is just eating away at my soul at wanting to make up some characters and have a weirdo perverted look at my peers just as the way he did...so real, so very 'then.'

I have got to get myself a job though, or else I'll continue to be lazy. In the meantime, follow my latest scribbles and Photoshop parades here:
http://viciousbunnies.deviantart.com/

Oh, and before I go, here's my reason for getting ridda the ol' EffBee. I found that Facebook is a waste of time. People sit around getting fat and decide it's better to whine online about their boredom than go out and actually connect with people. People have gotten more flaky, dumb, and talkative. While people told me they enjoyed my updates, I realized I think too much and if I keep spouting my intelligence I'll eventually get ignored because they only really enjoy posts about fashion or videos of people dancing. Also, I really figured no one would notice. A couple of people did, some may not til they decide they need something from me, or are just too stupid to remember they have my number and will ask me at tomorrow's show. In case you didn't know, I miss the old days of going out and running into friends or calling them (well I admit I hate calls and prefer texts because of the cheaper efficiency, can respond at my own chosen speed). I have Seinfeld to blame for that too, since they always 'run' into people and that city's HUGE!

Whelp, think that ends today's rumble, I've got some rice and beans with sofrito to prepare when Chaz gets done with work/practice, after I finish filling out surveys and playing my King.com freeplay for easy lazy cash.

Goodie Goodie Gumdrops

Why on earth did you let me drink warm Lactaid with vegetable spread in the hopes of re-enacting childhood sleep remedies? It tasted downright awful.

I have also discovered that the reason we are in a bad economy and are poor is because we are forced into it. If all I have to watch with my rabbit ears is "Legally Blonde," shoot me now because I am not going to buy cable or spend extra money I haven't got just because I miss seeing Adult Swim.

Dear lord, I hate the color pink.

Anyway, this morning I discovered evidence of a potential rodent friend in this apartment. We haven't really had bugs being up on the top floor, but I know Chaz didn't get up in the middle of the night to do this:

This is an open can of cocoa with a nibbled lid on the side. It was topped off with a small pile of nibbled red bits on the side next to an open bag of chips.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need a nap in order to get up and make veggie soup out of half-frozen wilted greens before Chaz gets home from completing the Maximum Volume mixing. I think I can laugh myself to sleep with a bit of Young Ones and perhaps a shot of grapefruit n' gin, my favorite drink lately. Au revoir!

HEY HEY HEY HEY CINDERELLA!

Oh lordy.

Ohhhh geez.

I have an hour and a half before work and I don't quite know what to do with it.

I have been wanting to write more in here since god knows when, but I always seemed too tired or preoccupied with other situations when I did have some downtime.

However, I have SO much to say, and I don't want to waste time with piddly Facebook updates (I refuse to put much work into Myspace since I find it absolutely irrelevant now...and DEFINITELY not ever going to get a Twitter. Ew.)

I've been trying to find ways to appear more social. I mean, I like being around some people some of the time, but there's only so much I want to do with the effort that goes into it...getting gas in your car, drive downtown, sit around and drink beers that you could just be drinking in the comfort of your living room, watching what YOU want to watch and not some band documentary you're not exactly in the mood for.

*Siiiigh.*

I swear I'm going to die like Emily Dickinson, weird and alone. Well, maybe not alone if my dear Chaz doesn't get tired of me before then. He seems to have the same thoughts, but we differ in opinions about some things that keep the relationship interesting.

For one thing, he wouldn't do something like

BAM!

Randomly throwing crap at you in the middle of talking.

Yeah...

That's what people like though, isn't it? It adds 'character.'

Shucks. I think I just thought of something to do. I will patch red bandana pockets to the back of these bellbottom jeans I bought a couple months back. The original 'pockets' annoyed me because they stuck out and rolled up with each wash and had to be ironed, only to keep rolling up. Haven't people heard of buttons? So anyway, I just cut 'em off. But when you have a big butt you can't NOT have pockets. So there's the story behind that.

Tonight after work, I think that I will probably eat an orange and watch Koyaanisqatsi or Eastbound and Down. Two VERY different, yet captivating works of art in the world of motion pictures.

Til' next time, bon nuit!