College? When the hell did this happen?

I don't think its hit me that I will be in college in less than 72 hours. Not even the last day of work high, the torturous round of college shopping with my mother or the goodbye hangouts with people, have made me feel things. And you're suppposed to feel stuff when major steps in your life are taken right? Maybe the part of the brain that gives me emotions is defective. Or maybe I supress everything. But that would be emo and stupid. Maybe its from living with a nuerotic mother who freaks out over everything that I just don't see the point in make a big deal out of things. Ugh now I'm getting introspective and boring. Eff it, let's listen toWarren Zevon...




I got pants yesterday. I had to explain to my mother that jeggings were a combination of jeans and leggings.  Usually I avoid teeny bop trends spawned by mindless corporations who think that mashing two words together will make the brainwashed masses feel less brainwashed and more edgy. But holy crap they are comfortable. Like really comfortable. However, I am still going to protest on principle by referring to them as my really tight comfy pants.

Well the mother is complaining about my dirty room, so I am going to go clean and then decide which books to bring to college. This will be difficult.

Oh and I got my cartilage pierced. Thanks Mary!

he's just an excitable boy

Excerpt from "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon"

Jimmy Watchel: The album was Stand in the Fire, which was an amazing album. At that show, I went to the bathroom at the Roxy and Tom Waits and John Belushi were wrestling on the floor of the bathroom. Over what I don't know.

So I'm on a huge Warren Zevon kick. Again. Honestly, how can you blame me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eUsSXXc8wU
(couldn't figure out how to embed the video even with instructions... IT WON'T PASTE!!)

It irks me greatly that people only know about him because Kid Rock mashed Werewolves of London with Sweet Home Alabama into a thoroughly mediocre song. And then they only know about Werewolves and that doesn't even begin to touch on his genius, and believe me, he was a freaking poet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwqOLprj8VY

And he wrote the only song that I can remember ever making me cry...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTIfLTbKhhM

He was awesome and everyone else should know how awesome he is. Today alone, he got me through college job searching, resume writing, and a 40 minute car ride with my mother, which included her laying into her horn for about a minute... twice... at the same guy. Admittedly he had cut her off pretty bad, but he flashed a peace sign after the first lay in with the horn so I really don't think he deserved the second. She even liked one of his songs which was ironic because a couple days ago she flipped a shit about his bio I'm reading.

Obejection 1: He was an alcoholic druggie.
Rebuttle: No duh... he was a rock star. I'll just pretend drugs and alcohol don't exist and listen to Anne Murray and go to church every day and think about unicorns. Oh wait unicorns are evil.

Objection 2: The title- "I'll Sleep when I'm Dead" implies the non existence of an afterlife which implies the nonexistence of God.
Rebuttle: Befuddlement


Whasian Update: She's still super cute. And I got to feed her today. :)