more excitement!

while sussing out the sxsw schedule, i'm finding that my birthday week's going to be a super rad music week! how awesome is that?
already i have Colin, Todd and Clem Snide!
and i hear tell that beth's arranged herself a birthday show with beaver and scrappy and troy and since she's on the 5th, that means i get to count it in my birthday week festivities! and i'm only half way through!

swimming

i'm trying SO HARD to do the swimming. my body wants to zoom along in the water REAL BAD, but the tattoo... argh! the tattoo. it's such a baby. can't be submerged in the water. the press and seal saran wrap doesn't work. i get in the pool, do my warm-up and 2 laps in its coming off. 10 minutes in. the stupid poopyhead tattoo can't be in the water without air for another 35 minutes. i'm going to just try slathering on a whole baby's butt full of vaseline on it tomorrow and see what happens. at least i'm getting up and going to try and do it instead of giving up and just staying in bed. that's a step in the right direction. :)

i'm really not motivated to be at work today. i'd like to go and complete my schedule. NOW.

geeking out

about paper. really. there are about 100 pages of potential incredible times sitting on my coffee table that i will be sifting through this week to whittle it down to a 4 page excel spreadsheet of orgasm-inducing bliss. i don't know why i'm so excited about making the schedule this year.
the streaks of pink, yellow and green highlighter... the rankings per day and hour from 12 noon to 3am... my big map of 6th street and south austin spread out on the floor around me... let the anal-retentiveness begin.

i know this sounds right-brained crazy, but it's for a purpose. i'm anal about it now so the ONLY 2 things my brain has to register during 4-5 days of zombie-like awe and blissed-out exhaustion will be 1. who, of these 3 bands for this hour, am i going to see next, and 2. where's my next hot dog coming from?

help!

so, i got a new tattoo this weekend. around the ankle. rule #1 of new tattoos is "don't submerge in water for 2 weeks". this, in theory, means no swimming for 2 weeks. i can't not swim for 2 weeks - i'll be a miserable slob.

any suggestions for keeping the ankle water-tight?

saran wrap and duct tape doesn't work. :(

i really do live in the "south"

i still have to say it in quotes, but today, when i was at the grocery store, it really hit me that i still live in the "south".
exhibit a:


i don't think these live north of the mason-dixon or west of the rio grande. the rio grande may even be pushing it. boiled peanuts may even be specific to alabama since i really haven't seen them elsewhere. now, understand that these aren't "real" boiled peanuts for the following reasons:
1. they are shelled
2. they are in a can
3. they were not purchased at one of several lean-tos that line the rural roads in alabama from huge iron boiling vats of brine on the way to the airport in dothan or on the way back from panama city beach
4. they are not spelled "bol'd p'nuts"

i just needed to share because this made me smile today.

thinking

i need to flog myself senseless. 2 robert mimtchum movies in a row, one of which he gets as naked as they would get, is too much porn for my poor, deprived cooter to bear.

i want to eat him.

thinking

my lips feel drunk. they want to kiss all the lips they see.

i effin' love kexp

seriously. when the time is right (i'm waiting for those sasquatch tickets to be a gift) i'm giving them a lot of money. point me to the radio station that goes from playing the pixies to they might be giants to flight of the concords to king missile. detachable penis.

i know it's a pain in the ass sometimes, but i like having a detachable penis.

PS - look who's got great timing! here are the tickets!

swimming

is getting better, little by little. i'm at about 80% now which is good good. i'm tyty though because it was a weird night last night.

thinking

i hate watching old people be and/or get old. it makes my heart hurt in the weirdest way.

i'm glad i'm going to die when i'm 48.

excited!

tori's gonna be here in mere hours! and that means that we're only a few more hours away from ryan!

energy's coming together today. the radio station i listen to in seattle just read my mind, which is a feat for them. i thought to myself, "gee, they're crazy this morning, they ought to play the "taco roll-up" song!" and what's the next song? the taco roll-up song. thank you kings of leon.

sometimes psychosis is weird.

listening

to small sins. christ. these guys are awesome. i wish they'd put out more stuff. it's one of those albums (well, they're both one of those albums) where you can listen to it over and over and you think you should be getting bored with them or "over" them by now, but ITS STILL GREAT. they're perfect for meandering in a city. they're perfect for driving around. they're perfect right now.

and they're pretty effin' rad live. they have a designated clapper. and he REALLY likes his job. these guys will go down in my history as the 1st and still greatest sxsw accidental find ever.

did i mention they're canadian? i don't NEED to - it's just something else that makes them rad.

i'm really over this listlessness

seriously. for the past 2 weeks, if not longer, i've been at about 60% in everyway and i'm tired of it. i don't know what to do with myself. i don't know what not to do with myself. it's like pulling teeth to keep even the littlest things in my routine. things that i love to do and that make me feel great after doing them. i've never been this way for this long (except when i went on that medication, but there were other factors involved). i just want to stay in bed all day and drink lattes and eat sandwiches that someone else makes me and cookies and crackers. my ears don't want to listen to anyone but josh ritter. now, josh ritter's not so bad, and i don't even get tired of him after the constant barrage i assault my ears with, but ITS TOO MUCH with his chipmunk face and slightly nasal-y vocals and rad lyrics. and it's my physical being that wants this, not my emotional. my brain is sitting here looking at me saying, "you're depressed", but i'm not! i could effectively argue that my body is depressed, but my mind and that tiny black thing others like to call a heart are peachy keen. i've got a lot of excitement coming up on my ass! starting tomorrow even!

i don't know what kind of a kick in the butt i need, but i need it soon. i refuse to be like this over sxsw - if i am, i'm guaranteed to get big sick which is never a good thing. and i want to be 100%, maybe even 110%, when i see all my folks, you know? it takes a lot of energy to be that excited and happy and i know i have the capacity, but i can't muster the wherewithal right now and that is NOT a good thing.

suggestions? a lady at work is convinced that my immune system is depressed due to cedar fever and that i need to strengthen my immune system. how do i do that, yo?

wondering

is canada still cold at the end of march? i'm feeling a pull to where they make dry ginger ale and syrup and say "eh" at the end of everything.

listening

to wirepony. ah, patrick dennis. you do take yourself very seriously, don't you? it's good, but hints at a lot of self-importance.

i do love that it's REALLY obvious that christopher hoffee is playing all over this.

i love these boys too much. it's disgusting.

swimming

was crawly today. there was this guy in the lane next to me that was totally throwing me off. my body is tyty and all i want is something warm, cuddly and chai-y.

ewwww.

i have a growth on my face that hurts like a bitch. i want to touch it and pop it and make it ooze but that will just make it worse.

dammit.

ps - i still want to be in bed

thinking

it's march already. what the hell?

i'm so turning into one of "those" people.

look who's going to be entering their 30th year in exactly 31 days! WOO!

thinking

thank you myspace for being a place that friends of mine who never write still go to write. unbeknownst to you, you saved me a little button-pushing anxiety tonight.

secondly: dear time, please let this week go by fast. i know you have the fixin's in you to go slow, but you don't need to use them. as a matter of fact, please let this month go by fast. i'm ready to start my 30th year. kisses! pixy

thinking

lauren bacall is effin' hot! i should see more movies of hers.