World of Wings

Kicked Ass

They Might Be Giants.
Okay. Yeah. Kicked. Ass.
Jess…you will be glad to know that they made a HUGE deal out of the Homestar video and screamed how much they kicked ass quite a few times. The only downside was…well there were a few downsides, the worst being that we went with two people who brought everyone down. Kelly mysteriously got “sick” when we told her we would have to walk a ways, which forced us to get in the car and find a closer parking space (which is virtually impossible in New Orleans). Of course Krik (as I call him) was oblivious to this and met her every demand. Pussy whipped, badly, that boy is. Finally when we reached the HOB we found a kick ass spot in the balcony with a table, no chairs, but a table. Since Kelly did not feel good a stool had to be found FAST! So finally after pissing a bar tender off a stool was found and all was okay for a little bit. Then the tall inconsiderate people stood right in front of us to which I promptly made comments to OVER and OVER again until Krik made them move because Kelly could not see. When they moved the spotlight guys appeared RIGHT in our eyeshot…but I vowed to enjoy the show anyhow and listen to the wonderful music. About halfway through the show Kat dragged me down to the floor and we found a great place to the side of the stage and danced until “our song” was played (Istanbul). Two very drugged up young ladies were all over each other and the speaker we were next to so we had a good time making fun of them, as did John F. when he turned around between songs and said “hello to the girl wearing the adult supervisor shirt and her friend who are dancing to a beat that is not even being played.” He then looked at me and said, “They don’t even know I’m talking to them do they?” I shook my head and passed my hand over my head to let him know it was beyond them and he laughed and said “yep” before jumping into a wonderful version of “Fingertips”. With my ears ringing after the concert we met back up with Paul, Kelly and Krik. Yay! Bourbon Street time! We were also planning on visiting with Carl whom we had seen shortly before the show and asked us to meet him at a café afterwards for coffee. But guess who was still sick? DAMMIT! For once I regretted not driving me own car and being in the hands of two people who wanted to have no fun what so ever. We trudged halfway back to the car until Krik stopped us and went and got the car because Kelly was “not doing so well”. We piled in and after much insistence Krik stopped to get us burgers. We made it home by midnight and those of you who go to New Orleans will realize how fucking early that is for a trip there. I really wanted to talk to Carl, I really wanted to have some fun…but I did do one thing I needed to do. I learned a lesson. For now on I will bring my own vehicle to NO. I can’t drink anymore, anyhow because of my medicine so why not?

I also forgot to mention this:

Paul embarrassed the shit out of me in front of John L. Everyone knows how I am about stars. I don’t like to bug them because they have a life, too and I really HATE it when people push themselves on them. As we were walking back to the car Kat says “Isn’t that John?” and I turned around and nodded. He was leaving with the drummer to head to Bourbon Street. Paul promptly runs across the street screaming how he is going to get a picture of him and I and Kat follows. I stand on the other side holding my face in my hands and finally slowly walk over. “JOHN…John can I get a picture!” Paul asks as John is walking out of the barricades. John turns around and says, “I’m kind of in a hurry.” (To get away from FANS who want pictures like Paul) and shakes Paul’s hand. Paul rushes back across the street and we end up behind John walking to the car. Paul goes: “He touched my hand, I will never wash it again” sarcastically and John turns around and looks at him like he is crazy. I swear…my husband is a fucking fruitcake. Now we have become what I have always hated “fanatical fans”. Sheesh.

Yes, Joel I would love to do the review thing. Just show me how to do it the next time you come over!

With that the tour has ended…

RIP

Paul and I had to put our Jitterbug (aka Bugsy and Jaba da Jitter) down Saturday morning. It sounds so silly to be sad about a hamster, but he was a really good hamster. He was so loving and sweet and loved to cuddle with us. I will never forget the night I wolk up with him in bed with me. He had escaped his cage on the table and crawled up onto the bed. He was so sick I could not watch him suffer anymore so we took him to the vet to be put down. We buried him in Paul’s grandparent’s back yard and planted a flower over him.

In other news…there is a family meeting at Paul’s grandparent’s on Tuesday to discuss Cliff’s living arrangements. Paul’s mom said yesterday that she really wanted to start him at school here since she owes his school in Mobile $600.00. Paul and I are trying to figure out how to rearrange the house. We figure we will have to totally rearrange our craft room and put him in there with our desks. Jesus…do I really want an eleven year old right now? We are also about to go see a lawyer about this property of his father’s to see if we can at least get s few thousand out of his drunken, druggie step-mother.

Sometimes life sucks.

TMBG will make me feel better. Kat, Kelly, Kirk , Paul and I are all going Wednesday night. We may or may not stay the night at Karl’s house. I really want to see Carl since I have not seen him since the shop closed. Kat said he has a new shop in New Orleans, but not a gaming one. I was a bit closer to James and I wish I could see Barry and him again. I wonder how all that is going.

That was a lot of K names.

Anyways…RIP JITTERBUG! I love you and miss you!

Found her

There she is!

awwweeeee

What a great group of girls...we're missing someone...

Dumbass is Bush's new Name

Maybe something is wrong with me, I don’t know…but why in the world would anyone be against gays getting married? How does it affect me and what gives people the right to say what is and what is not ethical? If you love someone of the same sex “that” way then it is your business and I am happy for you! Go on…get married! Everyone deserves to have a special day with the person they love and to be recognized in public as a married person…same sex or not. No laws…I repeat NO LAWS should be put in effect for gay marriages. Churches should be the ones who make the decision and not ONE decision for all churches, but let each church decide what it feels is and is not right. If a church will not marry you than homosexuals should have the right to marry in a courthouse or using a judge or captain. Are we afraid of the taxes, Mr. Bush or are you trying to get everyone to stop thinking about this damned fucked up war you started? I can for the first time ever say that I hate our president. Clinton did some things he shouldn’t have, but god dammit that was between his wife and him. We spent millions of dollars on Clinton’s sex life, money that could have helped homeless people everyone or someone sick get the medicine they need. But so what? This country is going to hell and back. We spend millions on stars and figureheads and there are millions who need medical attention and food. I feel like Johnny Depp and want to leave this country. I can no longer say I am proud to be American. We are lead by the stupidest man on earth (I cringe when I see him on TV or hear him talk), we are taking medicine away from people who need it and in return telling them to just “go into hospice”, we are sitting around doing and saying nothing when big time stars get their nails done for a thousand a pop and we are at war for no reason. So Bush says (and I can’t quote because I can’t remember the exact words)
yesterday after the CIA admits their were no WMD’s in Iraq that it is okay because he had the MEANS to make them. HELLO! STUPID MAN! Man who choked on a pretzel and fell off a scooter that was going 1 mile an hour…WHO DOES’NT HAVE THE MEANS?!?! Am I not right in saying that North (maybe south, but I am pretty sure North) Korea admitted openly they had weapons and one of them was pointed right at us and could reach the US? Why not go after them? Because you had a vendetta and because of that vendetta you have killed thousands of people! You know what is even sadder? The people who sit around and say “I love Bush…he is a good man.” How in the world, what in the world makes them think that? I mean he is so STUPID! I personally think they are just scared to say anything “negative” about their president, but enough is enough. I am tired of not feeling comfortable in my own country. Although I am not a big fan of Kerry, I urge everyone to vote for him. Anything is better. I also understand why a lot of people are voting third party, too and the sad thing is that there is no way third party will win. Normally I would vote third party…but please this time around vote for Kerry. We need to get him out and stop the needless deaths. We need to stop being a bully.

Locally I am leaning towards Notter. Why you ask? He came to my house yesterday, on his own and handed me a flyer. I really respected that. I read that flyer and really liked the fact that he is for Casinos, was just as pissed off at the Wal-Mart and plans on helping us city employees keep our benefits and get raises without losing money for the city. I think I will do a little more digging before the election, though because this is going to be my new boss for a year, after all.

Bitch Elven Sorceror Who Collects Gnomes

I'm just not good at this entry thing here lately.

My life seems not mine right now.

Everything I was comfy with, everything that was "home" to me seems so foreign.

Obviously the Lexapro is not working. This causes my mother to start swishing around and poking at me

"How are you feeling?" --Mom in a panicked voice.

"Not hurting right now." -- Me

"NOT THAT! Your emotions...how are you feeling emotionally?" --Mom

"Okay, I guess." -- Me

"You don't sound okay...OHMYGOD...are you depressed? Sad? Maybe we should talk to another doctor." --Mom

"Relax mom, I'm not planning on killing myself." --Me

Then silence.

I could be having a heart attack and she would be more worried about me emotionally. My theory on this? The closest she ever came to losing me was my suicide attempt and I think it scares the shit out of her that it may happen again, understandable.

So now the weight management doctor gave me Welbutrin on top of my Lexapro and the Welbutrin will be increased every few weeks. Hopefully next week I will be on my amino acid powder shit diet for four weeks and I will start dropping weight (EXPENSIVE AS HELL). Apparentally my ribs are sitting on my right pelvic bone and pushing into my breast bone causing swelling. In other words I need to work on excersizes to straighten my spine and lift my ribs. I also need to lose weight. Duh.

I keep having dreams about Paul cheating on me and when I wake up in the morning I just want to beat his head in. Then I realize it was a dream and snuggle with him and Gizzmo because she is almost always a added bonus in the bed.

Jitterbug has gotten so fat he can't make it up the tube to his apartment thingy. This worries me and I wonder if there is a diet you can put a hamster on.

My first D&D game was Monday and I enjoyed it more then I thought. I never realized how much it is like a story and a create your own adventure book. I am a elven sorceror named Noma. I am an elegant bitch who looks down on others. I also collect gnomes, but that is because I wanted to origionally be a gnome, but it was not allowed. EVEN though a gnome was in the guidebook, EVEN though I had a theme song picked out (The Laughing Gnome) and EVEN though I WANTED TO BE A GNOME!

Ha! The 21st I will see They Might Be Giants and they will kick ass. I watched the documentary Brad and Shanna loaned us and it kicked ass. Tonight I'm going to watch a movie.

Maybe the pianist?