Archive for January, 2004

January 7, 2004 0

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emineil

ever since i was 12 i have vowed never to do karaoke again due to the traumatizing experience on this one day cruise to mexico. & then one time, while visiting my relatives that had a karaoke machine, they set up kung fu fighting for me when i went to the bathroom, even though i had politely informed them, “oh hell no.” but then finally, when i went to australia, i decided to go balls out & do all kinds of things i normally wouldn’t do, karaoke included. & my god, i couldn’t be any farther from home. so rhiannon & i were going to do britney spears’ baby one more time…& if you guys remember my little britney video from vidville back in the day, you know that shit would have been off the hook. but they never called our names. isn’t that some bullshit? & that was it. my karaoke moment lost forever.

until last night.

& i wasn’t even that drunk really.

but i think deep down inside i really wanted to do it…& i wouldn’t have to fly solo…& they had pink floyd…

so i just kinda happened to mention to my buddy that i would have done a song with him, thinking that we wont have enough time left to get a request in. oh there was time. so we did pink floyd money. money‘s not really a fast paced song, so we’re just bobbing along while the people in the bar are just standing there staring at us. totally felt like the typical cheesy karaoke lounge deal. whatever, it’s cool, it’s floyd & i can sing fairly on key. but the shitter was the saxophone solo. we’re just standing up there swaying & looking like retards waiting for the last chorus. & it finally fades out at the end of the solo. ummm dur, hello, is that it? the end. the karaoke guy apologized, but that’s just how they’d made the song. lame. but as we were getting off the stage, the guy getting on said he knew me. turns out it was the guy who got me hooked on 501 blues. hot damn! i shoulda bought him one as i’m forever grateful.

but even though my karaoke experience wasn’t nearly as kickass as the dudes who did shout (they ruled), i think i may kinda….you know…like karaoke. dude, me & this guy are already planning on going back there next monday night & doing it again. in fact, i can see the allure of the karaoke. i can see myself being a karaoke master. forget crack, crack is whack. karaoke is where it’s at, jack.

& i was wearing an angora sweater. that might seem inconsequential, but i have noticed this trend of discoveries when i go out wearing angora sweaters. i discovered 501 blues in an angora sweater. i discovered that sports cafe had a basement with pool tables whilst wearing an angora sweater. & i have discovered my calling as a karaoke master in a brand new angora sweater.

i shall now be spending even less time job searching, & more time searching for good karaoke songs & practicing my karaoke acts. god help us all.

January 5, 2004 0

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ok, so it’s one thing for rejected old dudes & teenage girls lacking any self-esteem to impersonate nay online with fake yahoo profiles & geocities homepages. & of course there are the star struck wannabes who will replicate her web designs & would die to be as popular as her for one day of their lives, filling her comments with praise and worship hoping that she’ll maybe reply. & then there’s me (oh, if anyone has a login & password or wants to get one for me, seriously, HOOK ME UP, I WAS GOOD THIS YEAR). but this trend of wanting to be nay offline, well, it’s a bit disturbing. i mean, come on, even i haven’t gone as far as to buy her bed set, although if i happened to stumble across it, i might consider it, especially if it’s cheap…but yeah.


nay

YOU SCARE ME you scary nay stalker you!

nay stalker



nay

& i thought it was just a coincidence with the bedspread thing, but then i found the britney spears poster. perchance might there be a shrine to nay on that wall as well?

nay stalker



nay stalker

& that’s just the tip of the iceberg! mmm, & buying nay’s old clothes…

nay stalker

any other suspicious nay stalking material should be reported to me, right away! or at least, someone tell me where i might purchase this goddamn bedspread myself.

January 3, 2004 0

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if how my new year started is any indication of what 2004 will be like, i am so fucked. my new year’s eve was all right, although half the party didn’t make it to the bar. all the free alcohol was sweet, though. can’t top strangers who pay for your drinks that you don’t have to talk to! the bar lady was nice, too & she gave me a free shot. & i looked hot in my dress (forgot the camera, though). but man…the aftermath…not cool. i didn’t throw up on my 21st birthday. i so made up for that this year. 2004, the year of vomit. i got sick a lot. this is really gross, but i vomited in my bed a little. i continued to vomit throughout the day celebrating my birth. even though i’m an adult now & it’s ok to be sick as a dog from drinking too much, i still feel the need to pretend i only feel half as shitty as i really do in front of my parents. so i felt like shit & tried to hide it. i was curled up on the bed in the spare room half watching the twilight zone marathon on sci-fi channel & half trying to sleep, praying i would get better by dinner time. i vomited in my trash can minutes before we had to leave to go out to dinner. i picked at a salad, afraid that my fear of vomiting in public might come true. & the only time my parents order long island iced teas (the drink that makes me want to vomit just by thinking about it), is when i’m hungover. it’s fucking mean, i tell you. i spent my entire birthday hungover. i still kinda hurt well into the wee hours of january 2. they weren’t kidding when they say your hangovers get worse as you get older. & i wasn’t even planning on getting that wasted! i had things i’d wanted to do yesterday, too, but that was shot to shit. well, i’m almost all better, although my stomach still isn’t 100%. & how i managed to wash my comforter without my parent’s knowing is beyond me. i’m sorry i talked about vomiting so much, but if that wasn’t what i was doing, it’s what i felt like doing. so yeah, happy birthday to me!

BUT, i do have to say, i am excited to start using my pink floyd 2004 calendar…