I couldn't scrounge up enough change from my pockets, backpack, and wallet combined for a breakfast burrito to eat while waiting outside my next class for it to begin, so here I am, at the UGL updating. I had started to post about a week ago, but didn't like it, so only saved it as a draft...and trust me, that isn't the only raincheck for an assignment I've been giving lately. In fact, I just turned in a second-rate short story to my professor yesterday that was due last friday.
Here's something that's pissed me off lately--I bought my mini Ipod about three months ago, and they just came out with the new ones, $50 dollars cheaper and with 10 extra hours of battery life. I could take one, or I could take the other. But both combined??? I don't think so. Dammit. I still like my color better, though, definitely more subtle and low-key.
I have big plans for this weekend--of playing Grand Theft Auto until my eyeballs pop out, and attaching myself to Aaron like a parasite. haha. Except for that two hour gap tomorrow for which I've made a hair salon appointment...man I feel like I'm in the 50's. Yeah, but there's cheapness and urbanity in it in the end, bc I'm only doing it for the two for one deal they have at that expensive place on the drag, and Rachel said she needed a haircut too.
So on that draft post that I didn't like--I mentioned the party I went to with Rachel at her Coop two weekends ago, and the Ska Is Dead show I went to with Aaron last Saturday. It was at the Flamingo Cantina, which seems like a possible candidate for a gay bar, I know, but inside it is actually dim, sparse, and run-down, just the way any self-respecting punk bar should be. Ha. All irony aside, the place was pretty cool, with a "habitat" for its pink lawn flamingos on top of the canopy above the bar. The bands (esp. Streetlight Manifesto and the Murdochs--who got flack for not being ska enough) were pretty good, but I gotta say, I don't see the intrigue behind the Voodoo Glow Skulls... Some of the people there for the show were the most pretentious I'd seen for a while though...minute impressions: girl with bad posture in one of those Dickie's girls dresses, with her hair put up like sailor moon, who was there with two guys dressed in those derby hats and suits, one obviously her bf and the other her bf's best friend, who ended up dancing by herself at the side of the stage while her boyfriend and his friend flaunted their ska-dom and "dancing" skills in the "mosh" pit. also, chubby dude with a continuous goofy expression on his face also wearing a derby hat and fancy ska duds who I think might have been one of the opening band guys, dancing around like he's awesome and rubbing his back sweat on my arms. ugh. ok last one-chubby asian girl, the kind of girl who likes to be "just one of the guys" but secretly fantasizes about all her guy "friends" fantasizing about her and her awesome buddy status at any given second, dancing and jumping around like a loon, and basically being more of a liability in the pit than anything else. Clammy arm sweat that brushed up against me. Hey don't get me wrong, I don't mind getting sweaty at a concert with the transferred sweat of a thousand other people, but I'd like to feel some sort of comaraderie with them before I enter into that kind of relationship...and these people sucked.
Alright, more later, I'm going to be late for class.