I just want to hear myself scream
The Faint: "Desperate Guys"
This is the audio equivalent of a 3D stereogram, and I don't know what I was on that only I could see it, but, I'll try to explain. I'm in a godforsaken club in a godforsaken city, surrounded by a hundred godforsaken flakes who dress real hard. They read Vice, they know what's up. Yeah, that's right: Check out my fucking shoes-- oops, it's just laundry marker, I'm barefoot, you asshole! PSYCH. So the digital tumbleweeds roll by in slow-motion as Todd "arrested for ass-flashing" Baechle farts out his nasal, deadpan vocals-- it's nothing too new, but offset by tasty drawing-room strings, the obligatory stop/starts, and a blowjob chorus DFA will surely stretch over six minutes ("I knew you knew I liked you")... I was "there," as they say, for a minute. I thought, "Nice one, guys, you figured out that electro-chic nets more blog buzz than that Consolidated Soft Cell shit you ran into the ground."
But as I looked over at the unkempt, long-haired dicks in t-shirts, the bump-stuffed baby dolls with eye-liner running down their cheeks... I could hear their thoughts, and they were all thinking the same thing: "No one else on the planet is dancing to anything this cool right now." That's when I noticed their dayglo sweat pooling on the floor, and it spelled out what these living templates could never put together: this is the Bloodhound Gang doing "Toxic". Come, Armageddon, come. [Chris Ott; August 18th, 2004]
Er...so is it good or bad?
I have only four more days of work at H&M. What's this I'm doing? Why, it's my dance of joy! No, but in all honestly, I liked working there, and the $400 paychecks every two weeks were pretty nice, and most of the people were awesome, but I will be so fucking happy to never have to set foot in that store again. At least until Christmas. But then only with certain restrictions--i.e. not more that 3 days a week, and absolutely no closing shifts. I'm not doing midnight closings in the fucking snow. No way.
And I go back to school in 10 days. 10 days. Jesus Christ. Where did the summer go? I still haven't been to the beach, or Six Flags. I've hardly had any seafood, and only one ice cream cone.
I've just been working working sleeping working sleeping sleeping working...Time flies when you're having fun, or something like that.
I really can't wait to get back though. To be on my own again, able to smoke and drink and go out whenever I damn well please. To stay up on the computer until 4 am. To have my cable modem back. To have practically everything I need in the room with me. To not have to worry about waking anyone up when I want a late-night snack. To do virtually whatever I want, when I want.
Oh God. This week and a half absolutely cannot go by fast enough.