this is just a quick rundown of shit i need to say. look for the funny elsewhere.
I've been back in berkeley for about a month (AMEN). The whole ordeal is pretty confusing, if not totally awesome.
*Last night, Sarah Beth, her friend Chris, and I made a little magazine called the GIBBON GAZETTE (For Gibbons By Gibbons). It was super hot, filled with all the hard-driving issues that gibbons face today. like parasites. and that new musk scent. and large produce that looks like peenurs or boobies. Also featured is the new band Gibbons with Ribbons ("music to masturbate and poo by").
*rock band. oh holy crap, how i love it. i'm seriously going to buy myself the whole system so i can play it all day and all night. i fear that i only like it because it's a chance to stroke my ego, but i think i just really like singing. and good music.
*job hunting. I have NO marketable retail skills. all i've ever done are administration and campaign jobs. for once in my life, all i want to do is something where i can meet people my age and not die from the intensity of it all. is that too much to ask? apparently. "have you had previous retail experience?" no. "are you into vintage clothing?" yyyyeeeeah... "do you want me to go ahead and kick your ass to the curb right now and tell you NO... or would you prefer to never hear from us ever again?" i...don't... know?
*MGMT. I saw MGMT perform in SF. BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT EVER. their CD is one of my favorites but they SUCK soooo hard in real life. In my opinion, it had to me embarrassing for them. The opening band was Howlin' Rain, this absolutely amazing band (that happen to be super duper close friends with my brother... i feel so cool when i say that). Howlin' Rain is just a more experienced band, and so MGMT just looked sad. No doubt that this minor detail flew over the heads of the screaming fankids, but whatever. MGMT is totally damaged for me. It's "Time to Pretend" that i never went to that concert.
*here is a photo of a frog that looks just like MY newly adopted frog!
his name is barbecue. he's about the size of a quarter (making him adorable). i'm going to get him a friend and name him Dude. Dude and Barbecue.
*i think i'm a compulsive shopper. i'm not joking. help.
*my grammar. please ignore it. spelling too. it's all atrophied and shit.
