I am still alive, I just like myspace more than LJ. Here is my myspace....Austin. Add me...or something.

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About to leave my parents' house. Work tomorrow, 10 to 4, but I think I'm still gonna go pay a visit to my OKC crew (or something) tonight. Last weekend (well, last Friday) was the best time I've had in a long time....highlights include:

drinking beers on the shore of Lake Hefner around 12:30 in the morning, and it was frigid
eating at Chili's and discussing how wierd the waitress was
putting some more ornaments on Jenn's X-Mas tree
making out sporadically throughout the night
dropping him back off at his parents' around 5:40AM

And he should be back in town in a couple weeks. Makes me happy. I won't do a long distance relationship, though, but that's not even an issue right now...I don't think that's what either one of us really needs. But it is nice to have someone to hang out with who is hot AND likes the Cocteau Twins AND has a total crush on Morrissey. Yeah. Gonna go now. Just thought I'd post or something. Oh, and those last few people who asked for icons, they're posted as replies now. Everyone else should go look at the icons I made. Just skip two posts back on my journal, and look at all the comments. Later.

Club Babylon
DJ Bone!! free-for-all set.
Come out. have fun. Dance that food off. Visit with friends.
Be Thankful there is something to do?

ok here's the details...this is a word-of-mouth event due to the fact it got booked on short notice and we had no time to make flyers. So please, if you can. copy and paste this in your journal(s) today and tell everyone you know about it. Should prove to be fun! :-)

Club Babylon.
DJ BONE!! Free-For-All Set.
9pm - 2am
$5 18 to enter, 21 to Drink.

Club Babylon

- comment and I'll pick one of your LJ interests and make you an icon.
- you have no say in what i make.
- put this in your journal so I can do the same.

I've officially reached the point where I swear I've seen everything the internet has to offer. Really. There is nothing new for me in cyberspace. I wanna go smoke a cigarette, but I just did that about 15 minutes ago so I think I'm gonna wait. My life is boring and lame, really. I try to act like it's all glitz and glamour, but that's just my way of trying to seem less lame to the rest of the world. When I come home, I'm bored out of my mind...no TV, and I've seen every movie I own about a zillion times through. God, how I miss infomercials. I'm tired of pretty much everything right now, and I just feel really antsy and I like I have all this pent up energy and no idea how to release it...make new club outfits? I can't sew, and even if I could, what's the point when I try and save my good outfits for Sundays when there's no one who doesn't already know me to see them. Paint? Why? I am uninspired, and perhaps more importantly, unoriginal. Write? My writing is pretentious and contrived. Fuck, even masturbation has become one of the most lackluster and dull experiences in my life. The orgasms are second-rate (at best), and when it's all over I just have more energy than before but even less of a drive to figure out something to do. Bleagh. Life is stupid, no? I need a muse, and I need a boyfriend, and I don't know which one I need more. Perhaps both equally. I don't know, I don't have the drive to seek either out, so I just sit and let the stagnant days sort of slink by, waiting till I get exhausted enough to catch a few hours of sleep before it all happens over again. I'm discontent (big surprise after you've read to this point, no?) and I feel helpless to fix it. Maybe I'll start some drama or something. At least then I'll have some temporary amusement. I'm apathetic too, however, which makes for a pretty potent combination of feelings (and lack-thereof) and leaves me, well, absolutely nowhere. Perhaps I should go for a drive and just relax.

( And, as an attempt to slightly de-angst this post, I give you... )

Just an example of why I love the Onion...

"While precursors of T-Rex had feathers, Triceratops favored fruit-laden Carmen Miranda hats."

That is all.

Ahhh, Halloweekend. It was fantastic...where to begin? Maybe I shouldn't try to present this as a linear story....though it did happen in a definate order (as all things do), I don't seem to recall it in such a manner. So here it goes. Cenobite for my party, didn't work out how I wanted it to but oh well, it was fun untill someone fell through Jenn's coffee table. Boyfriend of Fagenstein at Babylon, was in the top 3 males of the night for costumes, and have a 1 in 18 chance of a $500 cash prize. Frank-N-Furter for Rocky Horror and the Wreck, played Frank at Rocky, was fabulous, ran in 6 inch heels with no problems. And I was running on a wet, rice covered, toast littered, toilet paper strewn floor. I have skills. Saw the most gorgeous boy from my high school whose eyelashes and blunt upturned nose compliment his ridiculously high cheekbones perfectly and make me simultaneously envy him and wanna fuck him, right then and there on the street. He invites me to a party but I can't go 'cause I have prior obligations to my friends and fellow club-kids, so I end up at the Park. A pitcher and several pictures later I end up at the Wreck, dance a lot, get told I'm the most beautiful person some raver girl has ever seen, it was sweet, I smiled and bluched (though she probably couldn't tell through all the makeup). Back home now, was gonna go to Jenn's but I have class tomorrow and I had a couple people riding with me. Overall, it was fabulous. I can already feel my unseasonably early seasonal depression coming on (since I was 5, I've been so down in the dumps from Nov. 1 through mid Jan. it's not even funny, except it sort of is, because me as a depressed 5 year old, crying every time a Halloween-themed comercial comes on after Halloween is at least sort of hilarious). I will tough it out, I need to get laid, and I need to get some adequate sleep. Later, loves. Muah.

P.S. - I don't apologize for any typos in this post because I'm still kinda drunk. Deal.

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BOO!!!