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Friday, August 18, 2000
last night after indian food with marisa and robin we went back to marsia's place and i drew on a paper napkin while she talked to her new roomate. she seems really cool. hopefully, we will all be so lucky. well, around 11 pm, i'm real caned and marisa is going to julie's so i drive home. we parted directions at the end of canterbury and i began my journey. my eyes have been bothering me a lot lately. i'm not really sure why, but i bet if i poked at it i could find some sort of reason(just one of course). so i'm driving on jefferson, rubbing my eyes like mad, and one of my contacts comes out. so now i can't see a damn thing. i'm trying to drive with one hand over the contact-less eye but it's messing up my depth perception and the other eye is so foggy and clouded it is useless on its own. then the cops pull over the guy in front of me. hah! i pull into a gas station and fumble with it for a while and it finally goes back in. i had to pull over at the hinsdale oasis to do the same thing AGAIN. i also saw 6 cars pulled over. it was the longest drive of my life. plus i kept blasting that braid remix that makes me go insane and feel like i am not me. i wasn't freaked out by my lack of vision combined with the operation of an automobile, i was merely annoyed. note to self: buy lens solution. oh, and wear a smoke visor.
posted by vic
@ 09:03
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MIKE RAY: did you fall off the face of the earth? EMAIL ME! I need a ride home from work!
posted by vic
@ 08:29
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Two hours isn't much of a drive.
I mean, for Chripe's sakes. We got high with Tom Thumb and rode the go-karts. I'm not gonna let her slip away. She doesn't want to slip away. What a new and wonderful sensation. She's leaving for school in 3 hours. I'm crying. I haven't cried in a long, long time. If one more person tells me that I shouldn't get too involved I'll flip out. I'll get as involved as I want to. Fucking relationship-grade level correspondance rules. Oh, Matt, you're in college now, so you should keep everything open and see lots of people. You've got a lot of responsibilities to handle and you don't really need that right now. Yeah, well, I'm going to have responsibilities all my life. I'm a reasonably intelligent guy. I can prioritize. And if I fail to, who gives a fuck? It is better to have one hand empty than two hands filled with toil and a chase after the wind. Qoheleth, now I understand. Ah, if one of the people who told me that is reading this, take no offense. It's a logical thing to say, but its just that logic plays no part in what's going on. Oh, lordy. Pfpfpfpff. I'm still a little high, I guess. That weed is killer, eh K? Oh, shit. Well, I'm exhausted. I've got to sleep one of these nights. And eat something.
posted by heinous
@ 05:00
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Thursday, August 17, 2000
Well, I'm back from New Mexico.
I miss the road.
Many-scheming Buck LeSabre was flying at 150 mph down I-44. He sped up to blow by a semi. CHUMP-achump-achump-achump. The right rear tire ruptured from the intense centrifugial force. We flubbed off to the side of the road and changed the tire in 7 minutes. With only a donut for a spare we hobbled on to Tucumcari. We asked Robert the Bruce in the shell station where to get a new tire. He told us we could call the Goodyear guy because it was his job to come in at night, but it'd be 75 dollars just for him to come out. So we just tried to sleep in front of this gargantuan truck stop diner. It was the Shell Truck Plaza, but the S was burned out. Hell Truck Plaza. I couldn't sleep in the car, so I went into the diner and sat at the counter and drank a pot of coffee. I talked to this trucker who was very proud of beating his children. He told me he was going to visit his daughter in California because she can't leave for three years.
"School?"
"No. Paroll. She got mixed up with the wrong crowd. She's always callin' me up. 'Daddy, it wasn't my fault, honest, Daddy.' Kimberly, you have got to take responsibility."
It just went downhill from there.
Anyway, John drove 1200 miles and we stopped a mere four times. We are machines.
Saw Cromus and Becca Rock last night. It was good. We sat on her front porch and high-intellectualized (three cheers for well-read stoners!). It was cold so I was holding Becca as we smoked our Marlboro Menthols. She made me a tape of random music and she replicated Starry Night on the case with oil paints. My favorite painting. Tantae animis caelestibus irae? (sigh). Oh well. I'm outta here. Gotta wake up my sis and drive her to school to get her locker. Hope I see some younger kids I know, preferably some I hate, since I look like such a bad motherfucker with my new mutton chops. Maybe I'll jauntily stroke them as I chit-chat with Big Pasty.
posted by heinous
@ 12:25
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Hey, I've got a riddle for you all: what's female and white and grounded all over? oh look, it's me. But Kit Rosenberg said he could get me ungrounded using only a peice of cheese. Well, let's see if he pulls through for me. I'm sure he will, knowing kit. Well, nothing much going on over here at Smellbot headquarters. Just thought i'd give this Blogging a try. At any rate, I'm comin' over Friday! Even if i have to use the forbidden door...
posted by Kelljoy
@ 11:05
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yesterday was another day chock full of surrealism. i wasted the morning away, but then bought houseplants and went to kathy's in the afternoon. it was my last "regular" appointment with kathy. after six years of going once weekly, this is a big change. although it isn't as though we are terminating contact entirely -- we'll still communicate via telephone and e-mail. i sort of rushed out of her office after i hugged her because i was starting to cry. there's so much going on and i don't even realize it.
i came home and primed the chest of drawers to be painted, leaving my arms and legs covered in splats of white. i tried to get a hold of tim only to discover that he wasn't getting anything until much later in the evening. so i headed up to vic's empty-handed...
who's got my miracle?: the ultimate act of one love.
we tried to make a couple of calls but didn't get very far because neither of us are particularly ambitious characters. we took a drive to the atm in park ridge to get funds for dinner. vicki thought she saw the boy she sucked off for phantom weed in the passenger seat in the car next to us, but then she changed her mind. i was sitting there, scraping the depths of hell trying to pack a bowl when the driver of this same lebaron walked up and asked me for a pen. as i scrambled to get myself together he said something about not caring if i was smoking weed. i asked him if he had any, and he told me sixty a quarter. i was expecting schwag, but hoping for some decent commercial at that price. we pulled up and parked and i walked over and handed him the wad of cash in exchange for the folded bag he squished into my hand. he told me it was good stuff, that we'd enjoy it. i introduced myself to my new friend tom, thanked him, and walked back to the car, where the delightful fragrance hit vicki upon my entry. i opened my hand to find an immense quarter of peach cobbler nuggets. vicki looked up to see them driving off in their georgia-plated convertible. these boys were miracle workers, sent from heaven, touched by an angel, helen keller, et al. so tom from georgia - thanks!! - this one goes out to you. (sixteen hours later i pack up the bongascope, still in awe.)
we picked mike up at work and drove down addison towards the ethiopian restaurant (there are two in the city of chicago, located directly across the street from one another). finding parking was a strangely beautiful experience, although i don't think i know how to explain it (maybe mike or vic can, but i dunno). we all bopped around a little with the afropop as we ate and tried to explain the concept of a food novel to mike. vicki discovered the sixth sense (yet again). this time? it's smoking. on the way out we stood outside to light our cigarettes and we saw three people having a conversation in sign language - it was absolutely beautiful. three young crusty-punk-type kids walked by, the three of us were probably smiling at them (i'm almost certain we're always smiling), and after we pass them i hear the girl say "emo". then we all cracked up. i wish we'd had a camera then, if only you'd seen us -- we looked like three little boys coming home from summer camp (or maybe just flops). hilarious.
we took one last drive to oriole park. our bellies were much to full for rolling down the hill. so instead we layed in the grass and stared up at the beautiful pollution-painted chicago night sky (it was very wayne's world). after that wore thin, we drove to baskin robbins (ah, wednesday nights) with the intentions to get our boyfriends high. but the one kid wasn't there, so we kinda scrapped that plan. so i guess we really only had one baskin robbins boyfriend - past our prime. anyway, the kids working made fun of us and then gave us free ice cream. we sat outside - it felt like autumn. our longhair friend talked to us a bit, and we watched the owner and some other guy argue in a friendly fashion on the corner (short film).
and that, friends, was a swell night.
{soundtrack for the evening: trainspotting soundtrack, various sublime albums}
posted by marisa jo
@ 11:01
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i'm loading up on karmahydrates
what a beautiful day we had. yesterday was incredible...much like today.
so marisa comes up to my house empty-handed and after i beat her with my shoe, we started our search. really i wasn't upset at all but that's because i drove home from the train with my boyfriend george glass and i was feelin' fine. so marisa calls our new friend chris at village north and we call erin clancy, purveyor of fine surprises, but neither one of them were available. that little liar-jerk kit r. was not answering his phone either, not that he would have been any help anyway. We decide to go over to the ATM at that blasted bank one so i can get money for the evening. while waiting in line a tan, blond boy walks over to the car and stands by the passenger-side window. marisa, who has been trying to scrape her george dry, looks up and fumbles around for a second but the boy says, "oh, dont worry about it, that's cool". he asks for a pen, we ask if he's got, he does and 5 minutes later after our money came out of the machine we drove away with a 1/4 for 60 DOLLARS. big fat buds. never seen anything like it. the boy and his friend were from georgia which maybe explains why they didn't know the kids in action ridge would pay waaay over 100 for that kind. or maybe he was just an angel. a happy happy miracle looking for kids to help out. either way, it made us both ecstatic. hehe.
so we pick up mike, cruise around and then drive over to the ethios cafe on clark (it's just south of wrigley field). after deciding that we would never find a place to park on account of what was either a cubs game or a holy day (we never did figure that out) we drove down a street that was completely lined with double-parked cars. the entire left side was an endless line of hazard lights blinking in song. and it was on this street that we found a place to park. amazing. we walked up the middle since there was not a soul outside. it was incredibly surreal and wonderful. obviously there was a lot of activity going on somewhere (there had to be with that many cars) but we were untouched by it. it reminded me of when my dad and i drove into downtown san diego one day and it was dead. i think it might have been a sunday but there was hardly anyone out. i don't see that very often here.
so we eat delicious ethiopian food from the buffet until we could eat no more. on the way out walking back towards the car the three of us passed three hard-core teenage punks (2 girls and a boy as well). i smiled at the girl with the huge mohawk because i was thinking about how funny we all looked crossing paths like this and as she walked by she sneered, "emo". the three of us burst out laughing. i think we had to stop walking it was so funny. emo? what? oh, god. hilarity. the three of us dressed to slack in khakis and hoodies walking pie-eyed down clark with protruding bellies and big fuckin' grins get called emo. beautiful. it's one of my favorite moments.
we went to the hill after this and i just remembered we forgot to roll down it. it was a little early for rolling though. we will have to get someone to drive us over booze-cruise stylee on friday for that final pants-wetting frolic. i did master peeing on the hill though. maybe that's how i'll make friends in college. "hey guysh! check this out!"
we then went to walgreens so mike could pay for our ice cream treats. marisa and i drove around the parking lot while mike went in. i see this kid in the boston chicken and i say to marisa that i think i made out with him once. so, after circling the joint 12 times (at one point he began to laugh) he comes outside and smokes a cigarette. i stop the car and yell, "hey, haven't we made out?" and he says, "no, i think i'd remember". then he looked a little closer and goes, "holy shit!". he asks my name, throws up his hands and says "happy new year". i couldn't remember his name though which he pretended like he was going to get upset about. hah! he said, "c'mon, it's rachael ohman's infamous boyfriend". and that's really all we needed. mike walks over with cigs and cash. john says, "yeah, we made out" and i drive away thrilled that my fave line - 'haven't we made out?' actually worked.
it was then time for some good old baskin robbins lovin'.unfortunately our boyfriend wasn't there so we didn't do our plan but we talked to our longhair pal and he gave us all our ice cream for free.
"so what did you mean when you asked if we sold anything else?" - longhair
"y'know, frozen yougart" - marisa
we were going to ask him if he was cool but i think there's some weird vibe going on there with their boss and i don't wanna get into it unless my boyfriend is there. we got an extra cup of water for our invisible friend and then drove home for bed.
today is raining and i am loving it. tonight is indian food w/ marisa and robin. if my throat didnt hurt 24/7 i'd say i was in heaven.
final porch party/ sublime dance party tomorrow!
steph - even if bill does comes doesn't mean you will. i think we all know that by now.
posted by vic
@ 09:52
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Hello children of the night. I was just thinking to myself how fucking surreal it is that we are all leaving for college! I mean, honestly-----what the fuck?! So what's on my schedule for tomorrow you ask? Well, first I go shoe shopping with Mike, because we are dorks. Then, God will be punishing me by forcing me to celebrate my brother's birthday with the whole "family". Maybe I'll get an extra treat if Bill comes! Yeah, so I can't wait until Friday, or should I say, the calm after the storm.....
Steph
posted by Record Album
@ 01:03
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Wednesday, August 16, 2000
i am only a messenger: julie from the real world (the mormon chick) calls her journal "captain's log" too. i would link but i think if you really want to see it that bad you could probably find it yourself. i pre-warn you though: the design is horrendous. dammit, she trys though!
posted by vic
@ 15:39
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ok - so i just entered 500 surveys on the frigging free michigan ave. trolley (if you're in chicago you should really take it. it's touristy, but nice and free. DAMMIT! i cannot stop promoting this city!) into corel quattro pro, right? and it has taken me forever and i know that no one is even going to read them nor will i ever finish the close to 3000 there are to do. plus my eyes have gone all crazy and buggy and then the fucking program crashes and i lose 100 of them. now what, goddamit?
earlier i discovered that some little prankster had filled out many surveys using bunk zip codes and false numbers of adult and child passengers. but that was all the creep did! no dirty messages in the comments section, no obscene fake names, just made-up zip codes! and for what!? that's when i went crazy the first time and had to dispose of all the false friends into the paper shredder. i could tell which ones were the liar's b/c of the similar writing. i dont know why i had to destroy them in the paper shredder though. i had to be sneaky b/c how would i explain what i was doing and what the fuck now i am quite sure i have fallen off some sorta end. a deep one.
posted by vic
@ 15:37
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prioritization has never been my forte.
if it was, i wouldn't be sitting here writing this, and we'd all be spared much grief.
if i cared, i'd be flipping out jessie spanno stylee. my room is in disarray & i have yet to begin any sort of... how you say... "packing". instead i've been hanging out with my pals and playing with my new toy computer, trying to get everything transferred from this machine (the old one) to the other. it's so fast, i could soil myself.
yesterday was a good one. i went to the bank to open some new accounts and ran into an old school chum. then i picked up julie and we took a pleasant drive up to ikea where i purchased lots of... stuff. then, to avoid hellish rush-hour traffic, we stopped for dinner before heading home. then evan came over. we didn't do much of anything, hung out with my mom, it was nice. he just left about an hour ago. i should be, ya know, doin' stuff. but. instead i'm worrying about getting a hold of t-bone (what a terrible nickname) before i go up to vicki's, or she'll beat me up, i'm sure of it. so. i'll go now. maybe shower. or something.
posted by marisa jo
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so when we were coming home or going towards new orleans (i dont remember), marisa and i decided that the world and everything in it is run by parasites (this doesnt do anything to me...rrright). last night steph said that the parasite in rats that makes them like cats(my fave new parasite) is really just a government conspiracy to eradicate the rat problem! then kelly started talking all about nanotechnology and how the fatcats up at microsoft are wasting my time by carving their name onto a peice of salt! shouldn't they be doing something a little more productive with that? i mean, i dont want to tell anyone what to do but that seems a little excessive and well, lame. i'm not warning anyone but i'd bet that the karma associated with using billions of dollars in technology, time and resources to write your name on a peice of salt really hits you hard when it comes back around. but im not saying anything.
stephanie - the parasites act on their own. they are in no way government affiliated or controlled. they are more evolved than the gov. could ever hope to be.
in other completely unrelated news (like anything i ever say is realted anyway.) - i really really want this. i mean, i dont need to own it but if anyone would like to invite me over to watch it, i'd be real down. thanks!
posted by vic
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"is this singapore? cuz i just got caned."
- k
so, what a great night. like back in the old school high school days. well, we were never this high but, y'know.
k, mike, kell and i went driving around on our proverbial quest for maryjane. why are we always doing this lately? is that addiction or just chicago telling us we've run this town dry(thanks moretti's!) and it's time to move on? anyway, will toter isnt around so we're ready to give up and i decide to cruise the strip one last time. who do we see but ms. erin who's-got-my-miracle clancy and she's all strung-out and shady. we both did the universal hand-to-nose symbol of shadystrungoutshitness and i ask her if she's got anything and she just gives me a bag and is like, "here. go ahead. have the rest"! what an incredible gal!
so we watch the the real world and then we go for a drive with my boyfriend, george. it was wonderful. kelly got messed up second hand smoke style and had to spit coke over the deck 4 times. karen was beautifully hysterical. steph and i bonded over cigarette smoke in the belly button and she said that it was "one love". mike was mike and that's why i love him.
and bradley, well he lives in all of us. hahah. no, seriously.
we talked about high school and i'm jsut so happy to be where i am. i don't think i have ever been this free and open at any point in my life. i am telling you, it is wonderful to be given this opportunity to go spread the love, man. and the clap.
goodnight.
p.s. karen found this raspberry hard lemonade made by the estate of bradley nowell. it's called sublime. it says louie approved on the back with a picture. it's the greatest thing i've ever seen and i think i will have to go back on my "i dont drink anymore" lie just to get smashed on friday. shh...don't tell.
oh and the show and kit r.? slipped his mind...tell ya what!
posted by vic
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Tuesday, August 15, 2000
i've had enough.
i called robin (my stepmom) to make dinner arrangements for thursday evening. she was telling me about all the good things she's been doing to keep busy. then she mentioned she has to have surgery. they found cancer cells in her cervix. fucking hell.
posted by marisa jo
@ 10:20
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woohoo! she's up and running. that was scary. but now i'm too tired to do much of anything. woe is me...
posted by marisa jo
@ 00:28
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Monday, August 14, 2000
yeah, nice one, vicki asshole.
so i just set up my computer. and i flip on the switch. and NOTHING. the machine is running (i hear the fan, the little green light is on), and the monitor is working. but they are not working together. aw, geez. i'll feel really stupid when i call for tech support in a minute.
posted by marisa jo
@ 21:27
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whoops- holy shit marisa! when i wrote that thing about you being a liar it's cuz i didnt see that big huge blog! sorry!
posted by vic
@ 20:19
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hahaha
so i called kit r. and now i am going to the dorks show tomorrow at the metro. wha? did i mention that he is the easiest kid on the face of the earth to talk to? what a good, good person. and i say that without a hint of lust. no, seriously.
posted by vic
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mike wins the award for the best (sac)religious humor. p.s. mike - nice job curbing your overwhelming desire to spell humor the "humour" way. now the only thing you do that makes me cringe is blast george michael's, "father figure" in the car after i repeatedly said it makes me want to wretch.
i am outting marisa as the biggest liar i've ever met outside of wally a. conrad. of course, in my eyes no one could ever top dear ol' dad! so - marisa, gonna blog when you get home, eh?
hilarity
marisa's internet boyfriend, david hornbuckle, now knows that he is her internet boyfriend thanks to one of my midori influenced new orleans post. of course, he did not know before. none of them know. muwahahaha!!!!
speaking of - kit r., where are you?
posted by vic
@ 15:55
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this weekend was a great "last weekend" in town. my cup runneth over with closure. this town is telling us to leave! a quick rundown:
FRIDAY: my last day of work! it was great. after chasing two vitamin P-distributing boys all over this rinky-dink town for a few hours, i threw in the towel and headed up to vicki's. after hearing of my defeat, karen made a phone call, and we got a tip. the next step in this journey involved calling a boy named chris at the village north theater, and SUCCESS! - he had our miracle. so we drove down the parade route devon, i met my friendly new pal chris, and we made our transaction in an empty theater. classy, eh? the rest of the evening was rather unpleasant, so i won't bother with it.
SATURDAY: ate succulent berries. we picked up mike and kelly for karen's graduation party. kelly brought with her a fun bart simpson mask, which we took turns wearing it, hoping that someone would PAY ATTENTION TO US!! but no such luck. karen'y party was delightful -- catered with delicious sushi and thai food (oh wow, i ate a lot) and the backyard was decorated with all sorts of colorful objects from malaysia (mwuahaha). that evening we executed our plan: first? an orange t-shirt from mike's house. second? a pair of blue shorts from vicki's. third? to lane tech! (made stops at village north and baskin robbins in the search, but no luck). as we walked across addison, the crowd of skaters (the ones we usually holler "SKATE OR DIE!" at as we drive past) dispersed (you'd swear they knew we were coming). i tried to catch one walking down the sidewalk, but he refused to so much as acknowledge our presence. luckily, there was one left at the stairs. so we asked to borrow his skateboard, took a couple of photographs (coming as soon as vicki gets her ass in gear), and asked him for pot (i thought skaters smoked a lot of pot? we do, that's why i'm out!). i think we called it a night after this. okay, so no one else thought this plan was very funny, but we sure did!
SUNDAY: what a beautiful day. started with a pathetic and desperate call to evan, took a cruise in search of kit r., and enjoyed a breakfast on the back porch. vicki drove me downtown, where i met up with evan and morgan to see jen wood play at a bookstore. we had a lot of time to kill (she was playing later then we thought) so we sat in the crowded little square and people watched. so enjoyable. there was a small chicago-themed photo exhibit in the little building at the park -- very good -- my favorites? the shots by ten & eleven year olds (they shot better than me) and the collection of backyards in different neighborhoods. we made our way inside to see the wonderful jen wood. she played only a few songs, but she blew me away. she's intense. wow. vicki picked me up (what a gal), and we had a pleasant cruise home (thanks, evan). we picked up mike and went to becky's b.b.q. highlights? free sweet baby ray's goods (sauce, t-shirts, STUFFED PIGS) & the cookie incident. we cut out kinda early and went to see if our boyfriend was working at baskin robbins. oh, but he wasn't. the rest of the staff had a good laugh at us, though. and, hey folks, we live to entertain!
and that, friends, was my weekend.
today is my first "day off". i've been only semi-productive, but what do you expect for a monday?
posted by marisa jo
@ 15:52
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Sunday, August 13, 2000
Religious Humor
Tonight Molly had this shirt with a porcupine on it that said "me so thorny" and that was cute in itself. However, I ask you folks, how much more funny would it be if the shirt had a picture of Jesus and his crown of thorns on it instead of the porcupine? Religious humor! (Is there any other kind?)
posted by rayve nation
@ 02:29
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