it was, it was!

saturday my mother and i headed to the chaska/shakopee area to take in another renaisaance festival. i used to really hate them, but now i'm a little less bitter. i was planning on dressing up (something i've never done), but i realized dressing out of spite for brandi was a bad idea… well, not spite, but i usually just do things if i think they're funny. that's why i'm an asshole, personally.

anywhoo, some blessed moments from renfest
+the elusive and beautiful black haired boy
+goth kids in general
+punk kid, younger, with mohawk and sex pistols shirt yielding a giant fake axe being trailed by a group of kids in cloaks
+every last person in costume and tennis shoes
+it's a good thing anachronisms don't make my head hurt, or i'd be fucking screwed
+a strange belly dancer lady who looked a lot like my former rhetoric of pop culture professor… i need ot e-mail her
+a girl who cleans the photo lab at school. took me a while to figure out who it was
+gaywatching (lesbians love renfaires)

i also came upon a certain conundrum. there's a common couple seen about malls, shows, book stores, drainage ditches, etc… this is the goth girl + geeky boyfriend. i'm talking about the type where the guy may be in a black t-shirt, but usually no piercings and stuff. i never find these guys attractive, but the goth girls almost always seem good looking. so, the question i pose to you: are these girls (objectively) attractive, but are they dating these guys because of low self esteem? maybe it's love, but who believes that shit anymore?
-or- are the girls themselves not that attractive, and i'm actually just straight and attracted to goth girls?

hehe.

following the renfest, me mum and i headed to the big city in search of an independent movie theatre. the lagoon theatre turned out to be in uptown, directly across from cheapo. i realized i'd been there before. on that note, i led my mother to a wonderful thai restaurant (i think i scared her with my knowledge of the place). we also went to cheapo where i had the good fortune of finding the nowhere soundtrack. it's gorgeous… well, the music is debatable, but the inserts! haha. it was a lot like reenacting a date with bryan, only i didn't find rainer and my mom's not a raver. really too bad about that last part. following our adventures, we went to garden state (the purpose of the jaunt to the city). WOW. one of the best movies i have seen in a long time. it's life changing.

needless to say, it's an awesometastic film. i suggest finding a way to see it.

on sunday steph, X (alex johnson for those not in the know), and i headed to sioux falls under the pretense of getting clothes for X. that didn't happen, but i did get a fantastic suit at savers as well as a copy of… THE DOOM GENERATION at last stop cd shop. it was a happy day. we also ran into nick, everyone's favorite country kitchen employee, while at barnes and noble. on friday night when steph and i went in (as per post-work ritual), he said he hadn't seen “the other girl” and “the mohawk”. i heart this town.

in sioux falls there was also a lovely awkward experience at starbucks. that's right, i said the S word. i know some of you might think starbucks is so three year old, but damn bitch that's shitfuck antidisestablishmentarianism (holy crap i spelled that right).

i wholeheartedly oppose the belief that there should no longer be an official Church of England! that is to say… god save the Queen.

needless to say, it was an amazing weekend. Needless to say, I am in love with those kids from Cambridge. Needless to say, the Dresden Dolls put on an amazing show. You need to download the songs available and you REALLY need to watch the video for girl anachronism.

Needless to say, it's crazy enough to listen to Cat Face Smash in Steph's bedroom with Jeremy. Needless to say, it's even crazier (and all the better) when sitting in Rainer's studio apartment skullhead begins to play randomly. Add to that list The Hip Kids and The Undergrads. Of those bands, Rainer likes The Undergrads the least, which is slightly amusing.

I drove alone in Minneapolis which was exciting and spent time with all those crazy kids from college. I went to First Ave for the first time and realized that things in downtown Minneapolis are much closer together than I realized. All those damn freeways skew perspective.

It was fun driving home at night through rain and lightning while blaring my Cake CDs and shouting along. I also listened to Modest Mouse- So Much Beauty in Dirt several times. So much beauty it could make you cry.

Realign your perceptions.

the past weekend, while hurricane charlie raged elsewhere, made me feel somewhat infinite. i drove in minneapolis (sorta) for the first time by myself, and there are those who both fear and respect a girl who can drive in the cities. i even parked illegaly all night outside of rainer's bitchin' studioish apartment. it has high ceilings and a shelf for a bed and people and such. it's like his very own indoor balcony. i'm quite jealous. while circling the block for the fifteenth time in an attempt to find a parking spot, there was a group of people and a familiar looking raver. i think my mind was just playing tricks on me. as a side note, minneapolis is smaller than i thought. that is to say, things downtown are a lot closer than they'd seem. i was all like, “hey, there's the bus depot! there's first avenue! there's the saloon. there's eternal damnation! hey looky, a gameworks! THE scott kurtz was once teh there!!111one”

i drove four hours and still made it to rainerland far before everyone else. have i mentioned i'm hardcore (have i mentioned i'm narcisstic?)? that way there was plenty of time for and i to suck face. just kidding. “it was only a blowjob.” still kidding, and quoting enya's “bf”. now that's a spicy meatball.

anyway, later, people. bla. yay maria and michael and and and sean and josh and so on and so forth. mustn't forget eric. for the sleepover portion of the event there were many laptops and computers and such. the question “you're not a gamer, are you?” in response to the fact that i read penny arcade. it's always odd when webcomics enter real life via people you don't expect.

we, being mike, maria and I (sean and josh ran away for a long time) scared off eric the bofo. he thought we wuz weird. i guess i was quoting song lyrics in a stupor as mike made sure to bite rainer repeatedly. left quite a mark. i'm sure someone has rabies now.

weirding out the weird is weirdly satisfying. kazaa! i mean huzzah!

at some point there was sex with maria, sleeping (in mike's stolen blankey nonetheless!), and frankenhooker. again. why have i seen frankenhooker multple times?! oh well. the guy in frankenhooker looks a lot like my friend derick! only with a bad jersey accent.

and then… then. wow. then. then i was standing in a line in front of first avenue, or “first ave” as the cool kids call it. it was my first time there and first time headed to a “real” concert. i need to stop making that distinction, as i think someday i will be let down. i saw flogging molly for free in omaha (courtesy creighton) and it seemed like a larger than average show with more people standing around (i + friends made asses of ourselves dancing in the balcony. twas awesome). this time… i think i got sidetracked. i wasn't even going to the mainroom. i was going to 7th street entry! uhh.. i should delete all of this, but i won't. i'll just make it all into one sentence now, to kill the suspense.

i saw the dresden dolls at the 7th st. entry in minneapolis. they were the rock. the devotchkas(sp?) opened. they also were the rock. they brought the dance but not the mosh. dolls brough the pure awe + the headbang. neutral milk hotel “two headed boy” over the speaker system brought groans. neutral milk hotel “in the aeroplane over the sea” brought “awwwws” and the mad drunken dancing. only we were sober. we were the annoying sober kids. ++3>++

~anyway~~ l0lz3rz

DOLLS. AWESOME. go to their website. find their music. listen now or die. the video for girl anachronism on the site is freaking beautiful, but only half as beautiful as seeing amanda and brian (that's right, we're on a first name person) rocking out in person. mtv calls it punk cabaret. i call it pretty. their facial expressions alone are just as amazing as the music. seeing her pound away at the keyboard and seeing him in pretty mime makeup + bowler hat on the drums… i'm in rock love. there's an amazing sense of timing, not to mention their fantabulous chemistry. and such. i think i have stomache cancer. i feel rather stupid trying to explain, but it was just really nice.

following the show, tunes from the muppet show were played. menamanah. doot doo da doo doo. menemanah!! doot dooooooo

it was a 5pm show. discord was playing in the main room. there was one line. it was quite easy to seperate the metal kids from those going to see the dresden dolls. twas a fun game to play.

on the drive home there was a lot of rain and lightning. i responded to it by screaming out cake lyrics. i also listened to the modest mouse song “so much beauty in dirt” several times as i raced around curves in rural minnesota. at one point what appeared to be a stuffed dog/fox ran across the road. i barely avoided hitting it.

upon driving into town, belle and sebastian's “get me away from here i'm dying” played. that song often happens to manifest upon return to brookings…

in less than a month i will be in birmingham.
it's
not
the
way
i'm
meant
to
be
it's just the way the operation made me (accidentally on purpose)

i want love

so i just read the lean mean fighting zine, and i've decided the problem with our/my/hell's zine is that i'm thinking i'm going to try too hard so i don't even start. like the more difficult i expect something to be, the less chance i have of actually doing it… if that makes sense.

there's currently a very bloody “BASHGANZA” staring at me, and i like it!

i finished my own nowhere t-shirt. i'll probably make a duplicate, one for steph, and… any requests? you provide the t-shirt i provide the magic. i plan on making a CFSR design and my sister has requested a monkey vs. robot.

someday i will finish that damn memories CD. probably not before alex leaves, but that is what mail is for. agh. the video has been done for nearly two months. i fail so damn often.

i hate how i wake up from naps with a headache. it makes the nap entirely pointless. (“he himself was broken, long before the sky was open”) do any of you listen to leonard cohen/read his poetry/drink in his existence? he's extremely mellow and amazing. dinnermike let me burn a cd of his last fall, and i am still in love. speaking of dinnermike… I'M GOING TO THE CITIES THIS WEEKEND! I GET TO SEE RAINER! MARIA! MIKE! DRESDEN DOLLS AT FIRST AVE! i've never been to this first avenue place. prince better damn well be battling morris day and the time outside. i'm a little freaked out because i will be driving there by myself. driving in the cities alone… eek. alas, i have driven a lot this summer, so i can manage. the payoff is like tolly rocking. rainer and maria and not rainer maria. wizzoo.

i need to check into the pictures kids took in aberdeen. i've heard promises of jeremy eating butter. i'm terribly excited.

and that's a random collection of my thoughts, seperated for your pleasure by line breaks and carriage returns!