call_me_bitch

Wed, 28 Jan 2004 03:29:04 GMT

green jello is new wave

Yeah, you got it.

Fri, 16 Jan 2004 20:12:43 GMT

What song, if any, reminds you of me?

Wed, 14 Jan 2004 11:15:51 GMT

It's 5:15. What the fuck am I doing sitting at my computer teaching myself 5,6,7,8's songs when I have to be up in three hours to go to fucking class? Fuuuuccckkk jet lag! God, I just want to sleep. And I know I'm gonna fall asleep at work tomorrow.

Ha ha ha. Bitch bitch bitch. That's all I ever do on livejournal lately. Sorry guys.

Thu, 08 Jan 2004 03:50:48 GMT

Quicksilver is getting really fucking good. I just reached book two, meaning I now have about 300 pages worth of time to get to know Jack Shaftoe, King of the Vagabonds. I'll spare you the review, but this book is hillarious and quite brilliant. Just ask Banjo Joe, he'll tell 'ya so! And since he's out of school now and everything, mayhaps Benjesus will finally find some time to read its predecessor (Cryptonomicon) as we've been bothering him to do, and then the next one too!

Speaking of books, I recently rediscovered my old, tattered copy of the GitS Manga that a friend of mine gave to me years ago. It is much better than the film. I plan to bring it back with me, so we can pass that around like the Clap on Bora Bora once I return. And, what has become of 1602? I anxiously anticipate the next issue. Hopefully it will 'splain a bit of what's going ahn.

Yesterday I spent about three hours (amounting to about eight dollars) in a practice space with the drummer from "Hang on the Box" and the bassist from my old band, now of "The End of the World". The drummer was really fucking good, and really fucking cute. She had the coolest tattoos, to the point of my dreaming about getting a tattoo of my own last night. We played old Samurai-X songs and did a whole bunch of covers, because Samurai-X never even really had enough material for one set, let alone three or four.
A list of songs I remember our playing:

Heroes
I'm Waiting For My Man
Time Warp
Molly's Lips
Kylie's Got a Crush on Us
Mad Dog 20/20
Heroin
Who Loves the Sun
All the Young Dudes
Anyeurism
Beat on the Brat
California Uber Alles
I Want To Be Sedated
Chelsea Hotel
Fly Me To The Moon
Blues in G
All Of Me
Pipeline
Miserlou
Secret Agent Man
Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam
Hangin' 'Round
Fire Ants
It's Raining
Satan Sucked My Snake Last Night
Flying Pidgeon
Hot Patootie
Teenage Badass Motherfucker
My United States Of Whatever

And we ended with a 15 minute version of "I Wanna Be Your Dog". I broke two strings and made a lot of feedback. It was, like, soooo fun. It's too bad I don't have enough time to get in there and record anything right now.
Anyway, I get in on Saturday at like 10:30. I'll probably end up taking a cab (fuck the airport shuttle!) to the Rocket House. It'll probably be 11:15 or so by the time I actually get in, but hopefully people will be around? If not, I can go back to my dorm.

Now I wanna be your dog...
(God that sounds like a hipster pickup line)

Yarr.

Wed, 07 Jan 2004 05:09:52 GMT

Anyway, thanks to the fancy screening mechanisms Livejournal provides, Maryana recently replied to my journal but nobody knew! Ha! Anyway, I have enclosed a copy of her message before I delete it, and a copy of my response, as she will likely do the same.

Before you all start sighing and thinking how pathetic this all is, I would like to remind you that this is not a redux (nice pun, eh?) of this past Summer's events. If you don't know the whole story, I recommend beating it out of Billy. It's really quite ridiculous. It puts many soap operas to shame. At any rate, I have provided this correspondence, as noted in the title, more for amusement of a literary kind than for anything else. So before you shake your heads at me, give me the benefit of the doubt and let me charm you upon my return, aight?

At any rate, this is what she wrote on my previous entry:

i have a feeling i shouldn't be commenting here. in fact, i know i shouldn't be commenting here, but what are you gonna do about it? never talk to me again? ha. ha. ha.

your things have not been mailed because i'm lazy. they're all sitting in a box in my closet, however, so don't worry about them being contaminated by my filthy, filthy hands. i didn't read any of the books or use any of the cds, if that's what you're worried about. i will have them for you whenever you return to nola, which i assume will be before me. i think we can be cordial enough about this to exchange personal belongings without the aid of an intermediary, but, if you really insist, i can drop your things off at the rocket house and you can do the same with mine. if you really hate me that much. i'd like my blanket, my towel, my clothes (including the jacket, please), and "one hundred years of solitude" if you've still got it. anything else is yours to do with as you desire. also, i hope you're okay in beijing with all that sars shit starting up again. it's all over the news... those odd cat things being euthanized and such.

well, i guess that's it. wouldn't want to make a big emotional scene or anything. oh, and. i won't read this journal anymore, since i'm sure you don't want me to. so don't you worry.

regards,
jaydandy

And here is how I responded:

i have a feeling i shouldn't be commenting here. in fact, i know i shouldn't be commenting here, but what are you gonna do about it?
Ever the tactful one! To tell you the truth, though, i don't really care. I do, however, think it's pretty morbidly ironic that you are more or less mocking me with the icon that I made for you &tc.

your things have not been mailed because i'm lazy. they're all sitting in a box in my closet
I expected as much. And again, it doesn't bother me much at all. I have no problems with your 'filthy, filthy hands', but more with the fact that apparently, after causing so much trouble for me (and Yamile), you decided to use me for a book that you could have easily taken out of a library. Ouch. We are all entitled to a bit of emotional confusion in times like that. I think, however, that I acted rationally and fairly nearly every time you fucked up. Examples: a) drinking too much after I told you not to and puking on my bed, b) drinking and smoking too much at Scott's house (after I told you not to) and my having to sit with you on the side of the road for three quarters of an hour until you could move enough to walk home, c) you coming clean (or so I thought) and my trying to forgive you and help you instead of being upset-- I never even raised my voice until I found that the entire story you told me was a lie, and in the end what you had done was much, much worse (that's what I get for telling myself it can't get any worse, eh?)-- and all this was after you had left, leaving me to hear it from Scott, the last person in the world I wanted to find out from. So thank you. I was upset. The book was really inconsequential, but it was the only little piece of control I could exert in this situation, and as you have proven, said control was tenuous at best. It was never about the book, it was about everything happening to me, rather than happening with me.

if you really insist, i can drop your things off at the rocket house and you can do the same with mine.
I think it would be much easier if Billy were to run between our dormitory rooms. That way I won't have to have a knot in my stomach every time the doorbell rings at the apartment.

i'd like my blanket, my towel, my clothes (including the jacket, please), and "one hundred years of solitude" if you've still got it.
Yes. I piled them all up by the door before I left New Orleans. Following suit, I would like my books, my cds, the waist belt for the robe, and every napkin I ever gave you (I can't remember exactly, but there are at least two drawn ones, as well as the one that I wrote while you were sitting there crying, acting regretful for something that really didn't even happen the way you told me it did). Furthermore, upon my return to New Orleans, I plan to make an appointment to be screened for STDs and HIV. I expect that you will come to this appointment with me, as it is entirely your fault I have been put into this compromising and apparently quite painful situation. An apology would be nice sometime, as well.

also, i hope you're okay in beijing with all that sars shit starting up again. it's all over the news... those odd cat things being euthanized and such.
Yes, it warms my heart the way you were able to mention this, but only after you had demanded your belongings back (!).

well, i guess that's it. wouldn't want to make a big emotional scene or anything.
Nor would I.

oh, and. i won't read this journal anymore, since i'm sure you don't want me to. so don't you worry.
Patronising me, yet again? Don't you think that this is a bit out of place? I would have thought that you would at least have given me the credit of being sincere if you intended this to be our last communique. Once again, though, it seems I overestimated your concern for me. Now isn't that ironic?

regards,
jaydandy
P.S. Pulling the old 'Neegor' move, are we?

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Anyway, I miss you all. Yes. I bought some gifts the other day. Fun ones. For one thing, it will suffice to say that there is actually more Love Hina out there than I was previously aware of. Ooooh. And if Neal has any requests for PS2 accessories, he should let me know before tomorrow or so, because I understand they are quite cheap. I leave on Saturday (Friday for you crowd), however, so time will be tight like a Japanese virgin. I can therefore make no promises.
At any rate, take care, and see you all really fucking soon! We should make an effort to do something on Saturday or Sunday as a big group. It would be nice.

*Kisses!*

Mon, 29 Dec 2003 02:58:58 GMT

Anyway, if you have been directed here, and/or I appear to list you as a friend, that's because I list you as a friend. So this is old Aber-mo-deen, writing under a brand-new pseudonym, for fear of my life, or maybe just my fragile little ego. But for whatever reason, I will be using this journal for a while, and do plan to update on my time here and possibly some really hot gossip/slash stories involving Beijing punk rockers and, I don't know, monkeys.
So hello to everybody back in Ah-mur-ka. I wish I were there, sometimes. Just to see you all-- er-- yoon.

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Here are some bits of information of no real interest except to those whose names I have preceeded said information with. I'm sorry I couldn't do one for everybody. I'm anorexic. Leave me alone :)
I guess this one is for everyone: I met a girl in a bar about a week ago. Her name was (I swear to God), Mung Mung. This was so incredibly funny to me whilst drunk that I don't think I left her side for the entirety of the night.
Banjo Joe: doing a Samurai-X reunion next week. Gonna get together with this real cute drummer (with pigtails!) from another band and so some recordings. Hopefully we'll emerge with an EP or something, and play some shows.
Salamii Snake: You don't write nearly enough.
John Tree: There are about a million things I could write right now, but I think I'll just post them all to your journal.
Hamm, Inc.: Out of everyone I know, you are the most likely to take over the world. You are the least likely, however, do do so whilst wearing pants. Fear the Kitten!
Robin: I finally emailed you back. Really. Shit. Sorry. I'll make it up to you sometime, I promise.
Spud & Ketchup: Well, shit. Don't let Cat take over the world pantsless. At least make him wear a kilt.
Oh, everyone again: I was gifted a Game Boy for X-Mas. Games here cost about $5 USD, so if anybody else would like some Game Boy games you can tell me which ones you are interested in and I will try to find them. If not, I will happliy share mine when I get back (I like ChuChu Rocket!)
Brock: Would you, or anybody else, like a slackware CD with Chinese packaging or something? Just for kicks? Theys costs less than a dollar.
Dan: Do you think your X-Box will play Chinese Black Market games? I can look for some if you want.

In the end, I miss you all. Really. I am not really looking forward to coming back at the moment, but I wish I could see you all somewhere else. Lets move to Oregon and start a commune.