The Dread Pirate Krista...shut up. You're just jealous of how cool it sounds.

So I went to the Morningwood show to promote in Portland on Sunday. The sketchiest, most ghetto place ever, might I add. It's a little pool hall in a strip mall. Anyway, I wasn't on the list again, but they let us in anyway. The first 2 bands were muy horrible, and we just kinda chilled and set up all of our tools (we is Emily, Amber and I). So Morningwood went on, and there was this huge old guy, and by old I mean that he was probably getting fitted for his false teeth when Monica was out dry cleaning her little blue dress. Now, there was another guy who came up to me and was like, 'Hey, I'm a jetsetter.' I respond with 'Is that another term for homosexual? Because I am totally cool with that. My prom date was gay.' Apparently the jetsetters is the morningwood fan club. This guy came with his dad, who was about 55 himself. Hoo-Ray Maine! Anyway, the show is going on, it's not bad, the singer is out of freaking control, and not really in the good way. She's kind of getting on my nerves a bit. The sound kind of sucked, but the guitarist, whom I later talked to (philip) was awesome, and kept waving and pointing at me. I was like yeah...I see you, keep playing. So the band was about 3/4 of the way through their set, and Chantal, the singer, goes, "I think it's naked time!" They have a song about getting naked, and I was like, ooh, I like this song. A girl then proceeds from backstage, Chantal grabs her, chains her to the ceiling, starts singing the song, strips the girl to nothing except her pants and an unclipped bra, feels her up, makes out with her in between words, and all around gets freaky with her. I was appalled. Not because of the girl on girl action. That's wicked cool with me. But because this was an ALL AGES SHOW. When the show was over and I was handing out all of the swag, I asked people how old they were. The ages ranged from 12-65. So in other words, the show that had just been seen by the underage kids was ILLEGAL. Whatev. That's that. I do my job, and then we go and talk to the band afterwards. Philip, whom I love, comes over and gives me a huge hug and is like 'oh, I saw you in the crowd! You kept taking pictures of me! It got me all excited!' So that was kind of cool. We chill with the band for a bit, and then we needed to leave. Then the bassist, I think his name was Rob, asked us what we were doing and invited us to the afterparty. BUUUTTT, I'm not 21, so we couldn't go. They were having it at a bar down the street, OPEN BAR, and we couldn't go. Boo. So that was my Morningwood experience. Will not go see them again, unless I have free tickets. Oh wait, I have pretty much free tickets to everything. Thank you Capitol records. Oh, and here's the link to my pictures. There is one of the girls making out. Enjoy. http://photobucket.com/albums/a58/pantzshmantz/RockKillsKid%20SheWantsRevenge%20ElectricSix/

i love karissa leigh. forever. 17 years and going strong.

trackchic439:I GOT SENT HOME AGAIN FROM WORK
Pantz Shmantz: uh oh....it's another all caps day huh?
trackchic439: I WANNA FIND A NEW JOB
trackchic439: YEA MAN YOU KNOW
Pantz Shmantz: i sure do. i had a type-everything-in-bold-and-italics- day yesterday.
Pantz Shmantz: you want to find a new job? like legit?
trackchic439: HAHAHA YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
trackchic439: PERFERABLY FOR A WHILE A DESK JOB
trackchic439: IF YOU KNOW OF ANYTHING
Pantz Shmantz: i will totally keep my eyes open fo ryou love
Pantz Shmantz: anything specific?
trackchic439: UMM IF I DON'T HAVE TO WIPE SHIT OFF PEOPLES BUMS ..IM IN
Pantz Shmantz: oh, so i guess being my personal assistant is out of the question.
trackchic439: i might make some exceptions
trackchic439: whats it pay?
Pantz Shmantz: i pay in sexual favors only. and butterscotch candies.
trackchic439: hahahahaha okay grandma
trackchic439: ,,,,that doesn't even make sense
Pantz Shmantz: hahahahahahaha i am guffawing at this. i'm thinking about a really horny grandma, naked, except for little butterscotch candies on her nipples
Pantz Shmantz: are you as disturbed as i am?
trackchic439: i want this conversation to haunt everyone i know
Pantz Shmantz: i just put the disgusting image i put into both of our minds....hahahah away message material, eh?
trackchic439: toolong
trackchic439: we need a way to save it another way for all to see
Pantz Shmantz: hhmmm....
Pantz Shmantz: i can spray paint it on your house
Pantz Shmantz: oh....but you live on a dead end street...not much traffic...

I definitely get an F in journal updating. Ah, whatev. I had the oddest dream last night. I was at the zoo, and all the polar bears were sick. I piled all of them into my car (all 17 of them) and drove them to the vet. The vet treated them, but left me with a bill of 800 bucks. Pretty cheap for 17 arctic beasts, but still 800 bucks. I was freaking out because I was broke after that, so I decided to have a dinner party. I did not recognize anyone at the party, but then this mafia guy comes up to me and hands me 2 grand. He then proceeds to slap me on the behind and then tells me to pay the vet bill and to get butt implants to match my rack. Next thing I know, I am asleep at the zoo, surrounded by 17 very healthy and lovable polar bears...and I finally have a nice butt. Ok. Now, what the heck is this supposed to mean? That I love animals and I'm self conscious about my nonexistant behind? That I like having money given to me and being sexually harassed? Honestly. Normally I can make SOME sense out of my dreams, but this one is just totally crazy. Anyone else as baffled by this as I am?

So, I'm writing again. Yeah. Rhode Island this weekend? Whoa. Just, whoa. I love krista paduchowski so much it's not even funny. Who knew that standing in the rain attached to a short marine could be so much fun? Somehow, we made it entertaining. And with that, I am done. I'm leaving the rest up to your crazy imaginations. Enjoy.