Friday Night - Go to a club called 'Satellite.' The flier said: Pop Music. Blur. The Smiths. The Clash. The Cure. ELO. Belle & Sebastian. The Faint. Madonna. Michael Jackson. Blondie. Very MJQ-esque sort of playlist. They have an 80s night on Thursdays. I've never been to it. So, I go to this pop music night. It's super dead and they have a tiny little dancefloor. The DJ is wearing an umbro soccer jersey. He talks to me for a minute and thinks I am someone else. He's nice and talks to me some more. I express my dismay about lack of britpopping in Reno and the fact that everytime I ask about clubs people can only mention the word 'goth' over and over again. Goth nights pretty much make me want to vomit. Especially when they're actually goth as opposed to industrial, ebm, synthpop or noise - which is what I really like. I stay for a few hours, more people come, I dance it up by myself to the Stone Roses. Then some Rolling Stones and Guns N Roses. Weird sort of dictionary attack kind of thing going on there with the band names, but that is really what he played. Maybe it was on purpose. I order a shirley temple, eat the cherry and forgot that I don't eat sugar anymore. I proceed to drink 6 glasses of water in the hopes that I will dilute the high fructose corn syrup then coursing through my veins. I dance to lots of songs in a row and get really sweaty in the now very crowded room. The DJ plays Nine Inch Nails' "I wanna fuck you like an animal" mixed with 50 Cent's "In da Club." I was aurally offended and decided it was time to leave. I call Josiah at around 2am and ask him if he wants to go do something. He is in bed. I SMS Mark and he doesn't SMS me back until I get home. I play internet for an hour or so and go to bed.

Satuday - I wake up and take a shower, washing off the smoke and sweat from the night before. Have a nice talk with Chicago. Heh. I put on purple eyeshadow and wait for Mark to get done teaching a unix seminar at UNR. I meet him for lunch. I eat oriental chicken salad and drink lots of water. After that we go see Big Fish. I cried. He didn't make fun of me. Helen Bonham Carter is hotter than Jessica Lange. After that I want ice cream. He takes me to this terrifying [in a good way] place that is decorated all 1800s and has ridiculous ice cream possibilities. Again with the sugar. Have you ever seen the movie Blind Date? Well my chemical tolerance is so low that I basically get drunk off of sugar. It's an anomaly about myself I like - I order the "Oreo'ver Load." A scoop of cookies and cream ice cream, whipped cream, some other weird stuff and a cherry on top. I think I will change my middle name to Maraschino. After that we go to his house and watch the HaXXXor girls DVD. They look a lot better on film than they do in person. Although in person they were a little more covered. Seeing their rolls upon rolls of naked flesh in the DVD made my stomach turn. Read about my meeting them at defcon here. I should have the DVD available for download right here on girlvinyl.com very soon. It was an atrocity. I really can't say much more about it, other than thinking "Wow, they're unattractive AND illiterate." I am not exaggerating - they literally had a difficult time reading words off a computer screen.

Sunday - I go shopping a little and then meet up with Josiah to see Along Came Polly. It is the definition of chickflick romantic comedy. I really liked it. I am a chick. Etc. I'm very excited about the upcoming Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind starring Kate Winslet. I love her a lot, and she looks incredible in the preview. Jim Carrey is an ass, but I believe she and Kirsten Dunst can carry a film - even with his dumb ass in it. After the movie I went and got my mail. Both of my awesome belt buckles have been received. I will take photos shortly. I plan on wearing the Bad Ass Rebel Flag to work tomorrow. Because I am from Dixie, and of course I am a bad ass. Also, all of my pants are too big so I have to wear belts now. Currently I'm reading the misc@openbsd list and wanting to murder everyone. They're all idiots. Except Theo, whom I want to marry.

Tomorrow - I go to work and then Josiah will come over for Average Joe. We will bake muffins. You're welcome to come as well. It's a tv party.

Tonight I watched the 10 episodes of season 5 of Sex in the City. It made me want to kill myself. Depressing as hell. A good friend once told me that my relationship with someone mirrors one of the relationship stories in the show. God. I never talk about him here. I try to never talk about him at all.

For lots of reasons. I do talk about him with Andrew though. Andrew said that it's like a snowglobe. It gets shaken up and the little flakes fall exactly the same way each time. But over and over again, no matter how many times it happens, I describe it and fixate on it as if it were just as interesting as the first time, or the fiftieth time. Andrew is right. And I of course love the predictability and comfort of that constant and repeated chaos. It keeps me alive, and having something so constant that I know will be with me forever, is satisfying, despite the other aspects of it that are not.

How's that for revealing? Damn.

Andrew probably knows more of my secrets than any other person. I've told him almost everything I've never wanted to tell anyone. Things which I think would be readily apparent to people who know even the slightest things about me. But if everyone did know these things, even in a much lesser degree - I can't imagine that my life would be the same. I'm very lucky to know him. I marvel at this strange selflessness and hope that he's just incredibly interested in the minutiae of my very intricate life. Pleasures and follies of a good natured modern libertine.

I'm going to see Lee Rocker tonight at the Hilton. This should be interesting. I am in love with black and white horizontal stripes. They make my waist look smaller and the... ummm, rack look bigger.

I'm listening to 'Sweet Home Alabama' while I get dressed. Fuck you if you don't like Skynyrd. Yankee.

I have an MP3 player dilemma. I wrote about it here. Feel free to comment. I'm more and more leaning toward the shiny blue iPod mini. The spinning hard drive inside makes me nervous though. I'm pretty rough on my current one. I need something durable. I'd like to actually hold one in my hand and see how big it is physically, aside from just dimensions. Oh, my complicated life - whatever shall I do.

Tomorrow is lunch with Mark. Other people might be there, but as far as I'm concerned - it's lunch with Mark.

Also, sektie linked me on her site, that was nice of her. I am a reciprocity-obsessed genius. Or something.

Josiah came over last night and we made lemon poppy seed muffins and watched season two of "Average Joe," or as I like to call it - "Watch Nerds Cry." It was a drama-packed episode as the beauty queen threw a bitch fit, and the nerd guys annoyed each other. One of them is obviously OCD, heh heh. The rockabilly style guy got sent home. Good for him - go find a hot kitten, or bettie or whatever they call cute girls in your language. You're too good for that dumb cunt. Also, Kathy Griffin was conspicuously absent - THANK GOD.

Yeah, I know I'm invested emotionally in a television show. Get over it. We all have our guilty pleasures, and this is one of mine. Heather made an interesting post today in her LJ about guilty pleasures. Go post your's and see if you can find all of mine. It's nice to see I'm not alone.

One of my guilty pleasures is my intense anglophilism. I love anything British. Throw a union jack on it, and I'll buy it. Sick, but true. I also love British invasion rock like The Who and the Rolling Stones. Plus early-mid 90's britpop like Blur, The Charlatans, Gene, Suede, Pulp and of course the Stone Roses. Not to mention the fact that I am a huge, sick, depraved, rabid fan of the most British man to ever live - one Mr. Steven Patrick Morrissey. So, all these things being said, I've developed a new found love of gaudy belt buckles. Here is a picture of the one I wore today. Rhinestone encrusted union jack, I am Pete Townshend's girlfriend.

I have 6 volumes of paper journals covering my life from age 12 to 23. They're pretty fascinating and basically a howto on having fun, causing trouble and needing affection.

<manti> you're sweet like almond roca cheese cake
<manti> can i have a piece?
<Sherrod> can I put that on my website?