Masquerade, smiling faces on parade

June 11
The (Ozzy Osbourne) concert on June 11 was all right. All night, Ozzy was yelling, "I can't fucking hear you! Go fucking crazy! Hey! Hey! Hey!" He said that he loved us all, and that those who didn't come to the concert because they were afraid of SARS, were fucking pussies and cunts. Good thing not a lot of feminists showed up.

Of the four of us who went to the concert (together, more than 4 people showed up), I was the only one frisked at the entrance, so I felt special. The frisker was this shortish, red-haired lady. I think she was wearing a faded brown suit, because when I think of her, I think brown and glasses. I don't think she was wearing glasses; maybe her eyes were glazed over or glossy and reflected the light like glasses do. When she told me to "Spread 'em" I didn't immediately understand what the hell she was talking about, so I just stood there with my bottled water (which was confiscated shortly thereafter as per usual), raised my arms, and tried to part the sea of people like Moses. No; I just stood there and pretended not to enjoy being felt up in the middle of a crowd while secretly memorizing every touch for future sexual fantasy themes. Later I realized that I was concentrating so hard during the frisk, that I forgot to tighten my ass muscles. Damn. Always tighten the ass cheeks when someone touches them, or while you're standing with a group of people in the subway: It impresses people who might randomly touch your ass, and if you're mistakenly slapped on the ass by some chipper person who miscalculates the distance from his/her arm-hand to someone else's ass or face, then the sting of the slap will be lessened by the tightened ass muscles. I know this because my brother used to slap my ass all the time. Oh you pervs. (I said you were pervs, I didn't say you were wrong.)

Several times during the concert, Andrew asked me if I was having fun. I didn't know what to say, though I've been asked that same question a thousand times before. Yes, I know my expression at parties is the same as my funeral standard, but it doesn't mean I'm not having fun. It just means I'm happy someone died.

Family Fun
This past weekend I went back to see some relatives. My brother is taller than I am, and he has big muscles, that bastard. He's a cute guy and I love him. Too bad he's still an immature little dick. Some things never change.

On the way to Bayfield, we stopped at McDonald's to change someone's diaper. Not mine, but I'm not against wearing one on a long roadtrip. As we were pulling back onto the highway, a couple of guys ran after us, motioning towards the parking lot. We pulled back into the parking lot and a guy was standing there with Liesl's shoe. That was the nicest thing in the world - someone cared to flag us down because we'd dropped a little shoe from Walmart in the parking lot. I need to keep a list of the good people I need to thank, so I can repay them with the millions I'm going to make defrauding the elderly.

current mood: retahdly tired

stream of unconsciousness entry

I've been busy lately, doing outside work and raking the backyard dirt before we build a retaining wall. I can feel my muscles (the ones I always forget I have until I play volleyball, or rake).

And I have cleaned out my junk and in doing so, have symbolically rearranged my life. I am organized; I am aligned with the common man and all that is good. Sometimes I can't tell when I'm making fun of myself.

Other than work, not much is new. I was thinking about my first-year poli sci TA today, probably because of the parade downtown and all the celebratory junk, but anyway... I remember that once when she tried to lead a serious discussion on the 'Israeli-Palestinian conflict', we all kept giggling like schoolgirls because her coffee mug on the middle of the table read, "Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians." She wanted to start an anti-racist, anti-homophobic, feminist, marxist, political party. And anti-capitalist. And anti-patriarchy. Sometimes she was funny.

current mood: thirsty
current music: A disgruntled eastcoast fisherman on the radio

Oh, to have my problems.

Oh shit, I just realized I missed ER.

"You copy old Theory of Knowledge essays so you can get an A in the Ethics unit."

My goal is to go to sleep before 3 tonight. I will. I have the power. I am empowered, hear me snore. Yes lame. Remind me never to stay up past 4 am; I start to think of people I haven't thought of in awhile and then I almost do something stupid like e-mail them a pathetic 'miss you' letter. Spontaneity's only fun when cutting class and doing stuff like that where you are sure to have some immediate gratification.  

current mood: awake
current music: The Cure - Just Like Heaven