note to self: you wanted to read this at some point...

also, rock, tomorrow night happens to be the great guinness toast and i'm gonna be at mcgeary's seeing hair of the dog. rock. rock!

so i'm all excited to go see hair of the dog tomorrow night at mcgeary's and so i went to mcgeary's webpage to see what time they're playing and i saw that saturday night kilbrannan is playing there. awesome! we saw kilbrannan at irishfest last year and they ruled. they played this awesome version of scotland the brave with bagpipes (of course) and an electric guitar and it rocked.

so i suck at cleaning up. i keep stopping. i purposely haven't gone in my living room because i know i'll start playing vice city and then it's all over. i have started my dishes, so i rule. but i doubt that i'm gonna finish. i suck. see, i'm not cleaning now. i'm sitting here typing a pointless, boring post and watching that 70s show. this show rules. i love hyde. rock.

"She was not fully clothed. She was in a state of ... she was naked"

and the moral of this story? if you have a naked kidnapping fantasy, it's probably not a good idea to act that out...

so i firmly resolve to clean my apartment tonight. i need to write it down so that i can be held accountable for it at a later point. because i suck at making myself do things. no self control. i suck.

so i'm sitting here at work and i'm starting to feel sick. my head is starting to hurt: a dull but omnipresent pain growing from the back of my neck. and i feel dizzy. i'm suffocating. and i realize that i'm feeling this way because of the music coming from my coworker's cubicle. she's listening to whoever that guy is that sings that song "Fire and Rain" or whatever and it's just so dentist office that i want to die. it's driving me insane. so i put on a minidisc... the one i've labelled "loud"... it starts with disturbed, "down with the sickness" and i begin to feel better immediately.

so friday HOTD at mcgeary's. rock.

so wonderful. the computer was on when i was leaving the house today (i could hear it chugging along as i went out the door) and now when i look at my page i'm not seeing the webcam or the miniblogs at the top (all of which are hosted off of my computer) and so i'm thinking that either my computer died or my roadrunner's not working again; either eventuallity is not to my liking. SUCKAGE.

so i'm watching american idol and i can't believe that Simon went the weight route again. he told this one girl that she needed to lose a few pounds. oknow, she wasn't the skinniest girl ever, but she was cute. and i wouldn't have said she was fat. but he went there. i think he truly thinks he's doing them a favor or something. i mean, like the girl doesn't know that she's not skinny. and simon knows that skinny sells, so he feels like he needs to say on national television to this girl that she needs to lose weight. whatever. wait till you sign her and then abuse her.

so there's this one guy called ricky and he sings fabulously, but afterwards he always opens his mouth and just says something so hick/simple you can't believe it. i mean, with his voice, he could easily win the competition, but he's just such a dumbass when he's not singing, that you can't imagine him as a star. his publicist would have to be like: look, dumbass, just stick to the singing, other than that, do yourself a favor, don't say a word.

so this girl that was just on was wearing a dress that was just really tight and didn't look so so good, butlike she kept bending her knees and it didn't look so ladylike in a dress... in fact, it looked like she was taking a dump. ew.

why does randy call everyone man? even girls? is he confused with genders? i don't think paula looks like a man.

i hate that paula is nice to everybody. lady, just give your honest opinion. if someone sucks, let 'em know. that way what you say means something.

(i love that molson commercial with the guys sitting at the bar and the one guy, ron, with the blond hair says, "the joke's on you, gary." it's just so slightly odd... it makes me want to say that all the time. the joke's on you, gary.)

dammit. i hate when they do the coke commercials with the american idol kids. it really really really makes me need a coke. dammit. no coke here.

right there in front of your eyes. fat white guy in disguise. (you know that ford commercial where they sing "if you haven't looked at a ford lately look again" and it's sung/written by that guy that wrote the songs for toy story and all his songs sound the same? well, beck informs me that that guy is a fat white guy. can you believe it? he's got such a old black man voice. soanyway, beck made up some alternate words to the song and it cracks me up every time...)

so this last singer is a guy from TN and he keeps bending his legs so they look all bowlegged and it looks like some sort of wierd cowboy walk. odd. people do really weird things when they're singing.

beh. why do i watch this show?

so i'm feeling very ugly today. like, i feel like i should do the world a favor and walk around with a bag over my head. or a surgical mask, dark glasses and big hat a la michael jackson. butyeah. every time i looked in a mirror today i was like: Damn! I'm ugly! I haven't felt like this/thought this way in a while, and it's kinda amusing me. i mean, i'm sure if it continues, it'll cease to be amusing. but right now when i'm looking in a mirror and thinking "holy shit who is that freaking ugly girl?!" i have to laugh. anyway. so i decided that i had to convince myself that i'm not really ugly and looking at the people at mingers.com really helped. i don't do mingers.