Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?

Delerium was awesome last night. They ended up playing a two hour set, which I was not expecting. We ended up getting there kind of late, since technically doors were at 6 and the show started at 7, but the opening act was a side project that I wasn't overly worried about seeing. The Axis looks completely different from the last time I was there. They've cleaned up the place a lot... I actually want to say that they moved the women's room to another place, but irregardless, they definitely redid it. The best thing was that Boston is smoke-free, now, so no more coming home smelling like an ash tray. I indeed might start steering less away from shows in town, now. They're usually less expensive and since I work retail now.

Speaking of, I start training tomorrow. It should be ok for now through Christmas, but I definitely want to see if I can get something else when I go back to UMass in the spring. Realistically, I'm not going to want to go to school for a full day, with a full class load, and then want to drive all the way back to the South Shore, through traffic, to work a 4 1/2 hour shift. It's not worth minimum wage. What I really need is to win the lottery or have a rich, eccentric relative that I've never met suddently die and leave me their whole fortune, including a mansion on the beach.

It's too bad I wasn't paid to be imaginative.

I did nothing today. I didn't feel really well and I've kind of had a fever off and on since I woke up (late). Missed soc class because I had a doctor's appointment, which I completely forgot to get a note about. The doctor's appointment really only confirmed that a) I still have low blood pressure, but the pills are keeping it at low-normal and b) I still have a little bit of a heart murmur. I knew both of these things. She had me schedule another appointment for three months and call if I have any problems. I'm basically all set with dizzy spells; I've had none since about two weeks into taking the pill.

Must remember to use free pizza coupon tomorrow before I forget about it again and it expires.

I am not going to see Don Giovanni unless some miracle happens. Because I suck, I never got my act together to check when tickets went on sale, so tonight, the night before opening night, there were no $15 tickets left and I certainly cannot afford $43.50. I'm a little annoyed with myself. I suppose I could get tickets to see La Traviata in March, but Verdi is definitely not Mozart. I'm mildly tempted, however, because the Teatro Lirico D'Europa has gotten phenomenal reviews. Realistically, seeing either La Traviata or Rigoletto would probably be as good. Rigoletto is kind of Verdi's version of Don Giovanni, as well.. Maybe I'll console myself with tickets to that. Realistically, anything more that $20 is out of the question.

Or I'll call tomorrow and see if there are rush tickets.

I'm going to see Delerium on Sunday and I am incredibly excited! I'm inclined to believe that they've never toured before. I've hoping they play some of the music from the other bands that they perform under (Synaethesia and Frontline Assembly, for 2). Irregardless, I've heard some of the new Delerium material and it's good. It's a little more commercial friendly than most of the stuff on Poem (which actually did get radio play since Sarah McLaughlin sings on it), but it's still more than worth seeing. Yay, trance!

Anyhow, I finally got a job. I'm going to be working at Decor Images, starting on Tuesday. It's going to be 12-20 hours a week, which is what I need with school. It's retail, which I didn't want to do, but, then again, a job's a job right now and I need the money.

Ooh, Sugarcubes. I love Netscape Radio.

So I just realised I completely forgot that I had another job interview tomorrow at 9 and I have no real way of getting there and I definitely won't be falling asleep for a while longer. I guess I'm going to call and cancel around 8:30 tomorrow, since the interview is at 9am. Thinking about it, I actually don't know if I could even get into the mall that early. I'm so frazzled right now. It's been a long, fucking day, aside from getting that job. Bleh.

I want to buy more fish tomorrow. I know I really should wait, but the tetra is driving me nuts swimming around since Caesar died a couple days ago. It's absolutely neurotic; it drives me nuts. It does like techno, though.. The pleco actually does, as well. It was the funniest thing... we were watching the fish earlier and the stupid thing was moving its fin to the beat of the music. Of course, this is the same fish that hangs upside down on its column, as well.

I really need more of a social life. I've been so cooped up with this Keats paper that all I do is talk to the fish lately. I seriously started talking to them while I was writing Wednesday.

I need to remember to clean and buy a folder for French Monday. Must remember to do this, lest I get yelled at again. Who would have thought French, of all things, would be such a huge pain in the ass?

I feel so all over the place tonight. I've been in a good mood, just flighty.

Someone just pealed out across the street and the squealing tires scared the hell out of me. People have been driving like lunatic with all this hurricane phobia. All we got was rain and everyone is acting like the world is ending.

...Evidently Handel's Messiah now has an explicit sticker on it. I hate America and more specifically the recording industry. For god's sake, it's ecclesiastical; it's supposed to be religious. I usually don't buy things with the word messiah in it without thinking of god.

I need to listen to more new wave and ignore this article.

I am so deaf. I got a go see the Genitorturers last night and all I have to say is... oh my. I don't think I've ever seen so many wanton acts of depravity in such a short period of time and enjoyed it, to boot. Their stage show was such a collection of random acts of debauchery. Virgin eyes, no more.

We actually only managed to get lost a little bit, confusing Kendall with Kenmore, but other than that, it was uneventful. Sloan did not hurt my baby and we found parking within a 5 minute walk from the club. It actually wasn't that expensive either, considering where it was.

And no, I am not telling. You'll have to stumble upon it yourself.

I got to hit the Kitty House (yay!) and I picked up a pair of fairly warm gloves to match the wallet Matt bought me last week. I got the super addictive nutella marshmello things as well. It's been so effing long since I've been to Boston. I want to get out more. Scratch that, I need to get out more.

Carleigh might come down and visit me sometime in January. Yay!

I'm going skiing with Wild Bill sometime in January, as soon as I can set a date and I will be starting classes in about a month.

Back to the show...

Three bands played. Malevolence, the first one was really, unbelievably bad. It was sort of like watching someone pretend to be the guy from Creed who was in turn pretending to be Jim Morrison. The guy honestly was wearing Gary Oldman's coat from Bram Stoker's Dracula and proceeded to take it off, two songs into the set. After that, he kept touching his nipple and staring at people. It was profoundly terrifying.

The second band involved grown men in robot suits. They're called Retard-O-Bot 2000 and if they ever play anywhere near you, for the love of God, go see them!

Genitorturers set was a bit over an hour long, which was good, especially after waiting almost 40 minutes for them to set up the stage. All I can say is dear God. They had flame throwers, spinning batons, and a pneumatic dildo. There was also a lolly, ben-wa balls attached to a cross, coming out of a nun, and hot wax.

I was very, very, very impressed. I was also very, very, very scared.

And I'm going to see Isis next week.

I hate my neighbours so very much. They were clomping around like fucking elephants this morning at 4am, which, coincidently, is the time I woke up from a sound sleep. And now, I cannot get back to sleep for the life of me. I hate everything.

Anyhow... I was up in Vermont this week-end for Dawn's shower, which was fairly boring and uneventful. After that was over, we got Chinese food at the Mall and I bought a bra. Fantastic.

I finally got to see her wedding dress and, despite earlier misgivings, it really is perfect for her. Highlight of the evening: me getting under her dress to try and adjust her crinoline and joking about feeling her up. We also had a good laugh about how I was going to be her "pee buddy" at the wedding and how she'll need all her bridesmaids to help her. I told her not to drink a damn thing all day.

Instead of leaving late Monday as anticipated, we stayed over again because Dawn and Mike (her fiancé) took us out to dinner at the Olive Garden. After all I ate there, I will not eat again for a month. All we did was eat.

For your viewing displeasure, pictures of the sack:

My shouldersThe Full MontyThe Frankenboobies

See? Hideous.

New and Improved

Anyhow, I got my hair trimmed today, again, because the lady who did it a week ago didn't cut it the way I asked her to. The cut is a stacked cut and I only know this because Dawn told me to go and ask for it this way.

Ooh, ooh! I'm going to see the Faint Friday and am potentially getting in for free. How much better does life get than that? I'm quite excited about this, seeing as I haven't seen them since last August. I'm hoping to pick up the new CD while I'm there.

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Sigh.

I'm going back to Vermont in less than two weeks now. The wedding is the 23rd. and Matt and I are going up on the 18th. to help out with whatever we can. I also need to call Mike in regards to the bachelorette party I'm planning for Dawn.

The other cool thing that I'm looking forward to is seeing my father's kittens again. They were about six weeks old when I saw them today and they were so adorable. There were three of them and they're all part Himalyan. Two of them are grey, one with blue eyes and one with greyish-green eyes, and the other is all wildcat spotted with yellow-green eyes. I want to take them all home, dammit, and I can't have pets here.

Right, seeing my father was ok too. He was in a very good mood for god knows what reason and generously donated $35 to the Samantha Fund.

It's so loud right now. I want to go back to my nice, warm bed, but I know I won't be able to sleep because all the damned Mack trucks are driving by and being loud. I just closed the window. That's slightly better.

Anyhow, I'm going to smoke crack and rot for a while. (Can anyone tell I'm viciously overtired?)

I'm home from classes today (again) due to whatever I did to my neck. I'm really sore right now and kind of groggy from all the awesome painkillers I'm taking. I'm not sure why I'm bothering, since it hurts nearly as much after as it did before. God bless high tolerances.

I just checked the mail. There was, as usual, nothing good there, except for another letter from Vector ('the Anti-Christ') informing me that I now owe them my first born child. Riiiight, that's not much of a shady operation. They'll see that money when I grow pixie wings.

Tomorrow is payday, which rocks my world. (How mundane, I am talking about payday in my journal. I'm so grown up.) I have so many things I should be doing with my paycheck this week, but I think instead I am going to splurge on this skirt I saw in a catalogue. Just want I need too, right? A red plaid skirt... Oh well.. I deserve it after the week I've been having. I think I might pick up a second job.. I could always use extra cash.

I suppose that's it for now.. Nothing earth-shattering, or even that juicy, but this is my life as of this moment. Might go see Isis tonight at the Middle East. I have a doctor's appointment somewhere around 4 today to fix my stupid neck again. That's all.