30 AUG 2002 - 1.29p
i'm really embarrassed to admit that i downloaded that kylie minogue song that the flaming lips cover. i'm more embarrassed to admit that i'm actually listening to it now.
so, last night, a familiar face walked into my PR class... my dear friend john from my old german class (not to be confused with all the other johns). he added the class after getting shut out of something else. good to see him.
i like my advertising class the most so far, i think. but not as much as i'm liking this kylie minogue song. heh.
more later... or tomorrow. or something. i have a lot of things to write about, just not the time to do so right now.
[now playing: kylie minogue - 'can't get you out of my head' mp3]
29 AUG 2002 - 1.14a
since i know that dave davis (dave a. davis) of the cleveland plain dealer is teaching another section of media writing this semester, i'd like to mention that should anybody stumble upon my website looking for information on dave davis of the plain dealer, feel free to email me (the link is on the left). i'll gladly tell you all you need to know. tragic motorcycle accident, eh?
i thought david was the only one who had sickos finding his site by doing searches for poo-related things... one of my latest is "pictures of people pooping while having sex." i shit you not.
i have something else to write in here, but i'm scared to.
28 AUG 2002 - 12.47p
you know you go to csu when a professor writes the word "ubiquitous" on the board, then has to define it, as he "uses it often." jesus h. some of my close friends may remember ubiquitous as being the word that got me into trouble with a TA who obviously had not had this particular professor to define it for her.
seriously, though... yesterday sucked. tuesdays and thursdays are going to suck ass. bio was fine. the media class was fine. PR had strong potential, until my teacher spent 45 minutes talking about herself... then spent the remainder of the class going on about how great PR is... a two hour class... she didn't give us a break and went overtime. that ruled so much it hurt. especially since that was my last class of the night and it ended at 10p.
everything else doesn't seem so bad, i guess. we watched a movie in advertising today. yay. i think i'm going to take phoebe and go to the barn now.
[now playing - the breeders mp3s that david has that are oh so good!]
27 AUG 2002 - 2.16p
i'm having a good day so far, despite my lack of sleep and six straight hours of class looming in my near future. i rode both kid and newt this morning... the squid was good, the newt was great. i have never felt so shitty on the back of a horse, though. i am slightly out of shape, but now that i'll have kid to ride regularly, hopefully i'll be back to where i was in no time.
i totally forgot about the jason lowenstein show last night. oh well... i had so much fun reading my advertising book. i hear that my attendance was being expected, though, and it sounds like someone missed me (and it wasn't jason!). maybe next time!
yesterday i received a somewhat disturbing email from shelley princess. whoa nellie... my heart goes out to her. she did offer a lovely piece of advice though, which i think we all can use: don't like guys who try to live their lives like a porn movie. thanks, princess.
there was a call this morning regarding my lovely ashland saddle for sale. i wasn't home to take the call, but it was a woman in kentucky who seems interested enough (obviously, since she called). it would be great to finally get it sold.
[now playing: echo and the bunnymen - 'killing moon' mp3]
27 AUG 2002 - 8.56a
class yesterday was nothing to get terribly horribly excited about. one lousy class. we'll see how today goes, i guess.
i have to go ride kid and newtie soon. i didn't sleep nearly enough last night. oh well.
i like the primal scream songs paul cox told me to download.
26 AUG 2002 - 9.19a
i really should be getting ready for school... but, whatever. getting ready for school is for nerds. i'm just going to grab my todd oldham notebook and dart out the door... one class today. weeee!
i really am unsure that my only fan is for real. and i'm beginning to wonder if her brother is paul cox. heh. i love you, paul cox.
i forgot to talk about austin stories the other day. i told david i was going to. for those of you who don't know/don't remember austin stories, let me just tell you that it was by far one of the greatest television shows to grace a tv screen. i don't even particularly like tv... and i loved it. i mean loved it. it aired on mtv for one season in '97-'98... and like david said, it deserved at least one more season. we were talking about all of our favorite episodes... like the one with the play... and the one where chip takes chloe out on a date and makes her a briskett (she's a vegetarian)... and the one where they (i think howard) finds old christmas candy in a dumpster, so they sell it and everybody gets sores in their mouths. i made a confession to david while talking about the show... brad "chip" pope was wearing a spoon t-shirt on the first episode. i had a huge crush on chip, and i knew that spoon was on matador, so i really went out of my way to seek them out... completely based on chip being a fan. that probably makes me sound like a huge nerd, but oh well. it wasn't like i didn't listen to cool music or anything before that. i was probably much cooler then than i am now.
i probably should get ready now. bon voyage!
[now playing: modest mouse - 'building nothing out of something']
25 AUG 2002 - 8.09p
sigh. it is the eve of my first day back to school. lovely. i would like to reflect upon one of the craziest summers i have ever had in recent memory... it was probably only crazy because it's the first summer in a few years that i didn't spend weekend after weekend after weekend on the road, and thousands of hours in the saddle. i had to find other ways to occupy my time... and since it's the end of the summer, i'm not sure i made the most of it, but i tried my hardest.
top five summer memories (in chronological order): 1. belle and sebastian in detroit. 2. my birthday party (even if i can't remember a whole lot... i love my friends, i loved my gifts!). 3. the chicago princess reunion (with the breeders and imperial teen!). 4. gbv at studio-a-rama. 5. night of the flassk (a.k.a. the unlimited sunshine thing).
honorable mentions to: the canadian formerly known as the canadian for letting me spend many a night in his apartment and keeping me "entertained", so to speak. and to the slumber party massacre. and to the ugly scratch on my back which is an almost constant reminder of the aforementioned massacre. and to getting tattooed! and to my urinary tract infection... will it ever disappear completely? maybe it really is chlamydia! weeeeee!
this semester will be brutal. i'm prepared to take it on. i'd like to say for sure that this will be my final fall semester (so jealous of lacey), but with the strong potential of a rocking internship during spring semester, i can't promise i won't be back next fall. oh well, i'm doing my best to assure myself of the least amount of struggle possible upon graduation.
i'll be especially missing ivy tomorrow. the first day of "welcome week" at school with her last year was a riot. i never helped myself to so much free stuff in my life. she'll definitely be missed.
i only have one class tomorrow... so it's not even like school is really starting tomorrow, you know?
25 AUG 2002 - 1.03p
i hate target. but i do not hate todd oldham... so when i heard about the todd oldham dorm collection at target, i was torn. love todd... hate target. love todd... hate target. gah. i played it safe and investigated online before actually heading to target. things looked cool... so, needing school stuff, anyway, i headed to not one, but TWO targets this morning. i had to call david when i got lost (hey, he works for target... i'm sure their programmers are especially familiar with each and every store layout around the country, right?) and he was somehow able to point me in the right direction. i ended up coming home with a todd oldham notebook, todd oldham pens, a todd oldham cd bag thing, and a regular notebook. i did not come home with a bunch of things i wanted... such as a todd oldham alarm clock and the 84 piece todd oldham kitchen set for . i'm all about the kitchen set even though the pots and stuff are probably made out of toxic materials (i can't imagine them being great at !).
a bee flew in my car and landed on me while i was driving home. i freaked out and had to squash it with my cell phone (as i was talking to david). i smacked it a few times and then scraped it off my jeans onto the floor. i started thinking about bees... and you know how beekeepers smoke them to make them sleepy so they don't get all riled and sting? who the hell thought to smoke a bee to make it sleepy?
[now playing: guided by voices - 'universal truths and cycles']
24 AUG 2002 - 10.12p
for those of you interested in seeing the little Q&A printed in the ohio quarter horse journal about newtie and i, take a look here. i had a friend scan it... the file is probably huge (sorry, david) but it had to be so big so it was readable. pretty exciting, huh? the people in the picture are shelley princess, my mom, and myself in the irons. and phoebe and newt go without saying.
okay, i'm going out now!!
24 AUG 2002 - 2.43p
do you know what a boston butt roast is? i don't.
in other news, i have to work at four.
[now playing: yo la tengo - 'i can hear the heart beating as one']
24 AUG 2002 - 2.32a
i'd like to add to the personal info i shared below that i have a cell phone. and i use it. probably inconsiderately a lot of the time... but i feel it is essential. i suppose that ties in with being an asshole, though.
24 AUG 2002 - 2.10a
hi. for those of you that don't know me, i'd like to extend a warm welcome to my blog. it's probably a little late for introductions, but my name is meghan, but some people like to call me naked. when i'm not busy getting drunk with married men, you can find me having promiscuous sex with canadian men. i have a tattoo, a horse, and a dog. i'm a part time ninja and a full time asshole. i'm sure you're ready to be my best friend.
i'd like to wish a cheerful good morning to my friend john. he'll be reading the story of the flassk for the first time. once he's done reading my account, i highly suggest he checks out lacey's version of the same story. it's some good reading.
23 AUG 2002 - 3.17p
i think that if i should die, i would like to be reincarnated as one of the dancing animals on stage with the flaming lips. i don't really care which one.
23 AUG 2002 - 10.36a
i'd like to announce that the former "the canadian" is no longer "the canadian." taking over the ever important spot of "the canadian" is my pal in victoria that likes the pixies and sex. so, from here on out, if i am talking about the canadian, i am talking about w. "the shit" from victoria. i am not sleeping with the new "the canadian," so don't get any ideas.
i had a crazy, very late night conversation with john. i remember kind of babbling a lot... but he was drunk, so it probably didn't matter, really.
summer is slowly coming to an end. depressing! school starts monday... i have just one class on mondays. i have lots of good things to look forward to, though... the spoon show, the gbv shows... and other stuff, i bet. sigh.
[now playing: the flaming lips - 'yoshimi battles the pink robots']
22 AUG 2002 - 10.38a
i totally did not get enough sleep... but my dog can be loud sometimes. i've spent my morning so far downloading everything by the flaming lips. it wasn't like last night was a totally new experience with them for me... lacey likes to remind me of the time we went to the alternative press 10th anniversary show when we were still wee little catholic schoolgirls. the flaming lips played there, and lacey and i had cinnamon ice cream and a hamburger, apparently. i remember maybe one tenth of what she does.
oh, boy.
22 AUG 2002 - 1.32a
i forgot to mention that tonight will go down in history as the night of the FLASSK. rock.
22 AUG 2002 - 12.22a
i'd like to add that i had one final brush with security regarding my "thong." the gate security guy ran into me again, and informed me that we could've sold my "thong" for twenty dollars. i told him i would've traded it for another beer. what makes the whole thing even funnier is that i don't wear thongs!!!!!!!
21 AUG 2002 - 11.43p
this could be one of the most entertaining entries ever. or it could suck. either way, tonight i went to that unlimited sunshine thing. let me start off by saying lacey picked me up nice and early so we'd have plenty of time to battle the tribe traffic and get there for modest mouse. we also had plenty of time to fill my motherfucking belle and sebastian flask (she had to, i have an unsteady hand). we tucked said flask into the back waistline of my favorite brown skirt and walked about a quarter of a mile to the tower city thing. grrrrrrrrreat!
so, we get to the thing early, wait outside on a curb... while sitting, i notice the belle and sebastian flask has become a little loose, and is sliding down my skirt. yipes! so, after a few adjustments, we make sure it is safely in my undies, upon lacey's suggestion (it won't make an appearance if it is tucked in both skirt and panties, right?). as we were walking in the gate (and having bags searched (i was carrying lacey's bag, as it covered my ass... my twee handbag doesn't do that!), the flask started to make its way DOWN MY PANTIES... and seeing as how i wasn't wearing my heavy duty underwear, my undies started sagging big time, so much so that i feared losing both the flask and my undies. not even ten feet in the gate, some security dude noticed my extreme discomfort and politely asked what i was trying to smuggle in. "nothing," i told him, "i'm just having problems with my thong." he chuckled and made some comment like, "oh, it's around your shoulders, huh?" to which i laughed, and worked my flask into a more comfortable position.
so, not immediately spotting restrooms, lacey and i walked to the stage, figuring enough people had gathered around it that i could easily remove the flask and put it in her purse. not so. for every person, there was a security guard, i swear. so i made the long walk to the rest room, the entire time i was holding my ass as though i had a brick in my panties which was almost the case, as i did indeed have a full flask in my panties. i'm sure it was quite the sight, but i made it to the potty and depostited said flask in lacey's purse.
i walked comfortably back to lacey, who was still standing in front of the stage. she warned me that security was on to me, and might just want to have a peeky peek in my baggy bag (her purse). she did not want anything to do with the baggy bag, as the illegal shit was inside of it. i held on to her bag, as the illgegal shit was all my doing and i was willing to be responsible for it.
at some point before modest mouse played, i walked down the aisle of the venue to the beer stand (actually, i walked down this aisle SEVERAL times)... and a security dude stopped me. "i heard about the problem with your thong," he said, with a nudge and a wink. i kind of chuckled, and said, "yeah, it's all taken care of now," as my heart raced faster than anybody who hasn't had a heart attack would know. following him was my security buddy from the gate. "so," he said, "take care of your problem?" i nervously laughed again. "i want to know what you did about your thong," he said. "oh," i said, "i totally took care of it, if you know what i mean." he laughed and i was on my way. whew! so, now, i've got him thinking i'm wearing no underwear! whatever, it was a huge relief.
so, the hackeysack boys or whatever played a few songs. then they said something about the kinky band having problems, so they weren't playing. modest mouse came on first (we were actually early enough to hear them play "doing the cockroach" during their soundcheck... effing great!!!!)... i got the setlist down because i am the fucking shit... here goes:
paper thin walls
a life of arctic sounds
3rd planet
grey ice water
what people are made of
interstate 8 (i'd like to point out i've seen modest mouse every time they've played cleveland... even all the speak in tongues shows... and i have never heard this live... and it is one of my favorite modest mouse songs, so i was completely stoked to hear it!!)
wild pack of family dogs (with the hackeysack boys)
out of gas
here it comes
night on the sun
they left the stage way too early, as far as i was concerned... especially since that other dumb band wasn't even playing. gah. oh well. bathroom runs to hit the flask. and we ran into larry. then de la soul played. the only thing i remembered, aside from "me, myself, and i" and the "you can get with this or you can get with that" song was them saying something about how we represent red, white, and blue... except for when they are on stage. then we represent a party or something, so we should wave our "party flags" in the air (a.k.a. our hands). it was funny.
the flaming lips were so good. i can't even begin... i rarely enjoy seeing a band on such a large scale, but between all of the dancing animals on stage with them, and the films playing behind them, and the confetti snow, and the fog, they were quite honestly the shit. why was i not more into them before this? lacey was even impressed... fucking fuck. good stuff, yes. the teletubbies thing was kinda weird, though.
so, before cake played, we met some doctors. i'm kind of getting tired, so this might really be the best part of the story, but it won't seem like it. the doctors were named sam, dave, and george and they really were doctors. we saw ID. we know. dave was really into cake. sam was a modest mouse fan, but told dave that "the moon and antarctica" was their best album... dood, whatever! and george told lacey that he was a coroner and saw dead people with tattoos all the time. he told me he only knew two cake songs (which was exactly one less than i knew, not counting the covers they do). i had such a good time dancing with them after lacey sat down. george and i hit my flask to literally the last drop. he seemed quite unconcerned with the amount of time it spent close to my ass, although i did get the third degree about where the skittles mints came from (even though they were unopened) that i found in lacey's purse. dave was married, but could've been my favorite (he was tall... and a doctor) even though he tried telling me that belle was the boy and sebastian was the dog. duh. i corrected him and he called me an alcoholic. then there was some kind of negative tension between us, but we played it off well.
i danced with them during cake (heard the three songs, not counting the two covers, that i knew), then i found lacey and we left.
i'm tired now.
p.s. you know what they say about girls that carry flasks!
21 AUG 2002 - 9.16a
so that thing is today. i had a hard time sleeping last night... not because i'm 12 and can't wait to go to my first rock concert... but because i was thinking a lot about the death of count. it's really unfortunate. i'm going to send pam bollinger a card today.
i made david buy the new spoon and the reissue of 'a series of sneaks.' i don't think he wanted to buy the reissue of sneaks, but i'm pretty sure he'll be glad that he did. i've been listening to it a lot lately (except i have the ghetto version, minus the "laffitte" songs - but since i am super spoon nerd, i already had the "laffitte" single, anyway) and i totally forgot how much i love it. i think it should have been the first thing i replaced after the new year's eve incident.
talked to john last night... he's apparently just been skimming my blog. if you read this, john... the gbv pictures probably start on august 4... so scroll on down. and to see pictures of the tattoo/back injury, go to the july archives and they should be somewhere nearish to the top.
i think i'm going to go riding now. my mom and i just discussed some horses that robin has for sale (particularly one named timmy) and she suggested that i make an offer, and then throw in my old ashland saddle... funny. no, i haven't sold it yet. yes, i really need to.
20 AUG 2002 - 11.47p
so, lacey is going to the thing tomorrow with me. her description of her roller skates had me in stitches... particularly the part about the wheels looking like they were made of syrup.
in really sad news, i found out one of newt's former competitors, chips count chocula died. this is really an unfortunate loss to the horse community. my sympathies go out to the bollingers and the clasons.
we're breaking in my flask tomorrow. weeeeeeee!!!!
20 AUG 2002 - 9.52a
had a swell time last night with my amigas from work. unfortunately, all the appetizers they got were as good as gone by the time i got there. gah. still had time for a beer or two, and to pick at some of the (cold) spinach and artichoke dip and flatbread that they had left behind. i did have a newcastle or two... and somewhere after the first one, i made the following statement: you know what kind of girl carries a flask? a loose girl, that's what kind!
i have not heard back from john yet regarding the thing tomorrow.
i have been downloading stuff like crazy from the soulseek thing. i'd probably hate it if i didn't have a fast connection. luckily i do. so it's not so bad, i guess.
the new spoon album comes out today. go buy it, jerks!
19 AUG 2002 - 5.23p this girl has linked to me. i'm very flattered she considers my blog to be super. rock on, tester.
19 AUG 2002 - 4.03p
john's home! john's home! he called me today while i was grazing the newt. i was so excited when he called that i dropped my unopened can of soda... it must have hit a rock or something, because soda started spraying out everywhere. i tossed it in a bush, which i feel kind of bad about. john has no idea about the soda. anywho... he's home and i was thrilled to hear from him. i just had to tell him about my tattoo (although i would have rather surprised him with it) and i briefly gave him the other recent goings on in my life (i.e. the canadian). hopefully i'll get to see him soon so i can see all of his pictures from his trip... and so we can talk and talk and talk about stuff. i guess he got a house before he left. yay, john.
i have to work tonight... and then all of my work friends are meeting at a bar at 8. i'll be getting there after 9, but i've been promised a guinness as soon as i walk in the door. yay!
18 AUG 2002 - 10.26p
so, i'm downloading some songs right now. paul cox made me get this soulseek thing. i don't particularly care for it (at least after having audiogalaxy), but it'll do for now, i suppose.
if john doesn't go with me to the modest mouse thing, i'm taking lacey. because i know she'll wish she were roller skating to both de la soul and cake. i'll wish that i was roller skating with her. she had fun things in her blog, even if i've suddenly become one of their outsider gang. fine... i've never read the book or seen the movie, so whatever. i have no idea. i don't know anything.
i have nothing exciting to say about myself today. my friend brigid had a letter published in the new york times, so that was effing cool. yay, brigid! down with bloomberg! hrmmm... what else? nothing, i guess. later.
17 AUG 2002 - 2.46p
i bought two tickets for the modest mouse thing on wednesday. should john not want to go (i have no idea when he's coming home, or if he'll be willing to go out), i'm offering the other ticket to whoever wants it (for a mere ... my total ticketmaster bill was .50... or you could just buy my beer at the show. i'd be cool with that, too.).
i had an absolutely smashing time last night. i ended up at the mantis (no pooping) in kent with some of my homies. lacey's belly button scar is mad cute, no matter what she says. she's lucky. paul h's haircut looks rad. we had a great time, even though some drunk fifteen year old was trying to start shit with johnny. funny. outside he kept saying, "i dranken a whole forty" and then changed it to, "i dranken seventy-five percent of a forty." lacey pointed out his severe grammatical error (which he denied) and i pointed out that seventy-five percent of a forty was only a thirty.
later inside, i don't think anything could have prepared us for what was about to happen. the band (i forget who they were... from indiana, i think) was insane. i can't even begin to describe it, aside from the complete HOTNESS of the drummer. as my dear friend jackie slacker would say, he's H! the singer writhed around on the floor quite a bit (why on earth anybody would even consider writhing around on that floor is beyond me... total nast!) and they had an overhead projector. i thought it was cool, the projector, that is. really, though... it was fun and they all kind of crashed at the end. and at some point, the pirate poured a beer on the writhing singer guy and that made me laugh. in fact, between that band and the sexual tension band that followed, i'm pretty sure as much beer was poured/sprayed/spit/thrown as was dranken.
the crazy indiana band did mention that they had two microphones a few times... to which i cleverly retorted with, "how many turntables do you have?"
in other news, i fear i am feeling the beginning signs of another UTI. what the hell? and as always, my tattoo is still hot.
16 AUG 2002 - 8.36a
who wants to celebrate the first day of school? i do! and i might just do so with jason lowenstein at the beachland! for those of who don't know, i used to have a crush on jason when i was a super sebadoh freak. thank god i'm not anymore.
other exciting news... those of you even remotely interested in attending the unlimited sunshine thing next week should definitely get your tickets this weekend. they must not be selling, because they are ONLY today through sunday. take advantage of it!! i know i'm going to!!
why am i up so early? heh.
anyhow, since it's been over 24 hours since i received that email and sent my response, and have yet to hear back, i just thought i'd share it with you:
To: nakedomalley@nakedomalley.com
Subject: are you such a fool?
Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2002 04:20:49 -0400
of course your canadien is avoiding you. if he reads your blob he then
knows of your obsession with the married man named john. what is the
point
of him being with you if there is no chance to find a place in your
heart?
the space is already filled with your morally questionable prior
relationship. give up on john. move on. do you think kim deal would
put
up with any of this? i suspect not.
not sure what else to say about that. i'm not really sure how i portray myself in this "blob"... it's just odd because there were some things in the email that lead me to believe the person actually knows me... yet if they actually knew me, then there would've been no need for this email. i think that all of my friends know exactly what's going on in my life regarding both the canadian and john. i would like to add a disclaimer that i am not kim deal, and although i admire her greatly, i am not exactly patterning my life after hers. god help me if i'm ever that greasy (even if she is the coolest woman ever).
and was my relationship with john ever that "morally questionable?" do i really want the shady canadian to have a "place in my heart"? and now that i read the email again, i have to wonder if the writer is implying that kim deal wouldn't put up with a relationship with me, rather than me thinking at first that the writer meant that kim deal wouldn't put up with the canadian or with john. hmmm. i'll think about that and get back to you.
15 AUG 2002 - 3.49p
it's a shame phoebe wasn't at my birthday party this year. such a sweet tolerant thing she is. i love her dearly. who wouldn't?
hmmm... i have yet to receive a reply in my email regarding the previous entry of my blog. but i do have reason to believe that the person who should be replying may have read the previous entry. so, person, where's my reply? speak up!
[now playing: weston - "summer's over" mp3]
15 AUG 2002 - 11.34a
wow. so i got my first real piece of reader response mail. i'm not going to show it until i have a better feel of what i'm really dealing with. kind of bizarre because i always assume that the people reading this are the ones that know what's going on with my life... i can see how if you don't actually know me or talk to me on a regular basis, you might have to fill in some gaps that i'm leaving wide open. i apologize for that, but i'm not going to publish extremely personal (and sometimes difficult) details for just anybody to see.
i do appreciate the concern/advice, though. god knows i have no fucking clue what i'm doing.
[now playing: spoon - 'telephono' cd]
14 AUG 2002 - 11.12a
despite my repeated attempts to get paul cox to marry me, i'm still single.
i'm quite sure the canadian is blowing me off.
talked to dave weston again last night. it was a good time, as always... no jokes this time, but he did tell me that i make him smile and laugh. i rule.
[now playing: 'kids' original motion picture soundtrack]
13 AUG 2002 - 10.19p
i'd like to add quickly that i miss john terribly. it feels like it's been forever since i talked to him, and i'm sure that he could've made me feel a million times better about the weirdness i was experiencing today. i can't wait to talk to him when he gets home. i'm not even totally sure when exactly he's coming home. soon, i hope.
13 AUG 2002 - 10.05p
just because my life has been fairly tame lately doesn't mean it hasn't been interesting.
the bulletin board that such winners as paul cox, david, and myself (in addition to several other lovely winners that i don't have links for... amy, msp, skippy, etc.) occupied for the last several years was seized in an attempt to piss paul cox off. you can read paul cox's rant about it here. aside from the reason for the shut down being completely stupid, it's not such a big deal to me, since lately i never posted a whole lot there... and usually when i did, it was lame. but there's something kind of sad about it. should skippy ever want to return, it won't be there anymore. yeah, that makes me a little sad.
ooooh. last night was the breeders episode of carson daly. they played "the she" and it was really, really, really good. i almost wish i had actually gone to nyc to see the taping. oh well, hopefully some lucky person in standby appreciated my nice gesture.
i'm not going to write about other stuff going on. probably because there isn't any, really.
[now playing: radiohead - 'the bends' cd]
12 AUG 2002 - 5.51p
i have been the most boring blogger the last few days. i just feel like i don't have anything terribly good to write about. today i went to buy some horse necessities (1 worth, to be exact), so i stopped at lacey's to give her a milkshake and keep her company. we did a lot of talking and catching up and then we watched TWO movies involving cheerleaders. well, one of them was on when i got there... we just talked over that... but we actually WATCHED the other one. i didn't complain about it... i even might have laughed a tiny wee bit once or twice. and i was overjoyed to hear not only a dandy warhols song, but a breeders song, as well. yay, music.
speaking of the breeders, i was super glad i remembered they were on 120 minutes on mtv2 last night. kind of a weird interview... hated the way the graphics on the tv were... if you didn't see it, i can't explain it, so don't worry about it. they played a lot of good videos, including an ugly casanova video which made david giddy because of bunnies tucked in beds. kim talked about the amps and told the interview/vj/nerd that he'd only heard about them because he's a music guy. um, hello, kim... i hate music and i bet i know more about the amps than that nerd did.
the canadian said something nice to me this morning! and then upon returning home from lacey's, he asked how "our lacey" was doing. quite nice, considering he's never even met her.
i probably have more funny stories to share than i'm letting on. oh, let me mention that my stupid bitch of a sister BROKE my leandra drumm dog cookie jar. fucking cunt. and do you think i'll see a dime of the she owes me for a new jar? i'm sure i never will.
the searches people are doing to find my site are hilarious. i got a kick out of "ISAAC BROCK RAPIST" but that's nothing compared to the current ones. yikes. sickos!
11 AUG 2002 - 7.54p this is quite possibly the strangest thing i have ever seen in my life. scary!
more later.
10 AUG 2002 - 8.24a
i have to watch what i wish for in this thing. because there had been a lull in my life lately, i hoped for some excitement yesterday. i turned newt out in the afternoon, headed for work in the evening, and was scheduled to see ed's band last night. that changed when i received a message from becky while i was at work that lacey had been taken to the hospital... they were most likely going to remove her appendix before the night was over. huh? so i called lacey's cell as instructed and received directions from brett to some wacked out hospital in the middle of nowhere. i drove there ASAP to find brett and paul h outside... we went in, and met up with the pirate and lacey's parents in a waiting room. she was already out of surgery when i got there, and the pirate proudly greeted me with a picture of lacey's pus-filled appendix (and her uterus. and some pus.) and her parents told me she was okay. whew.
we waited for her to get out of surgery... ezra drew pictures. paul h was smoking outside or something... they wheeled lacey out and we waved hi to her... she seemed a little groggy. they took her up to a recovery room and ezra and i quickly put together a care package for her, using the only resources we could find at a hospital around midnight. we left directions for paul h at the pirate's volunteer desk to find us at lacey's room... and we hightailed it up there. she was fairly awake, considering she'd just had some guts ripped out.
i got to feed her some ice chips!
so, poor lacey... under the knife for the second time this year. i'm sure she'll be okay... she is released from the hospital today. please send get well wishes to her via her blog. wooo! here's to hoping she'll be back to having lunch in no time!
so, yeah... i've really got to watch what i say from now on.
08 AUG 2002 - 11.49p
i just typed some big long entry that was so stupid and boring. i had to scrap it. seemed really lame.
one year ago tonight i saw radiohead with david. i remember what i was wearing, and i remember how that girl with the blue-haired girl told him that he looked like ben folds. he and i came back to my house and kissed and then he went back to minneapolis and things got Ugly with a well deserved big U. a few days later, i smoked pot with jackie slacker and went to an indians game and things were much better. anyhow. radiohead was really good one year ago tonight. wow... hey, david. that means i've had your blue shirt for a year. shit. i am going to send it back, i swear.
yeah, so nothing's going on with my life right now. so that's why i just wrote about what was going on a year ago. that's how boring things are. oh well, maybe something exciting will happen tomorrow.
07 AUG 2002 - 6.58p
i am famous. so is newt. we had a full page thing in the ohio quarter horse journal for being reserve champions in the motherfucking nation in limited amateur jumping. there's a nice little Q&A with me and a cute little picture of newt and i (and my mom and phoebe and shelley princess, too).
i have a headache. i'd like some lunch. i just had stir fry and there were a ton of water chestnuts in it. i love water chestnuts.
day three of six days of work in a row is over. yay, halfway there.
06 AUG 2002 - 12.30a
dave weston just told me the best joke ever. i laughed harder than i've laughed all day...
what's the hardest part about rollerblading? telling your parents that you're gay.
thank you, dave weston, for making my night.
05 AUG 2002 - 10.03p
i'm beginning to wonder if i'm psychic or just completely insane. in an email i sent to david on tuesday, may 28, i asked him specifically what he thought about canadians. he replied, "Canadians hunt a lot of elk and drink a lot of bad beer (in cans) and listen to Rush." i replied to this with, "i want a canadian boyfriend." i was, of course, not basing this on his reply to my question because hunting is gross... as is beer in cans... and rush is especially gross. not that the canadian is my boyfriend by any means... but it's just funny how that happened. thanks for sending me that old email, david. it made me smile.
unfortunately, the only thing i'm having tonight that's canadian is a molson. lame. very lame, especially since molson isn't that great or anything.
today marks day one of six days of work in a row. i need the money, so i guess it's good.
i would also like to officially state that since i no longer hang out with john, i drink so much less than when i did hang out with john. in some ways, this makes me sad. in some ways it makes me happy because i'm pretty sure my tolerance has gone down a bit. i'd love to be a cheap drunk. but of course, i'm anxiously awaiting john's return to the continent. i have a lot to tell him... but i'm sure when he comes back, things won't be a whole lot different. he'll probably barely call and i'll see him once a month... especially once school starts. oh well. hopefully he'll still go with me to that modest mouse show... and hopefully he'll want to see spoon in september.
05 AUG 2002 - 4.32p
the canadian is sick. but i spent his lunch with him, anyway. i will definitely avoid going into detail. his apartment is messy. he is sick. the end.
did some ground work on the lunge with the newt today. he looked great. very encouraging. i got home and there was a tape of some yearlings i'm interested in... i watched the tape, and of course, the two that i liked the best from the pictures are not my favorites from the tape. the one that i really like is k. the ones i like a little less are actually in my price range. blah.
04 AUG 2002 - 11.27p
i am not a patient girl. two calls to the canadian and no response. i'm going to assume that he took sick drugs and was out like a light. if that is not the case, i'm going to strangle him. not really. dear canadian... if you read this tomorrow, i just want you to know that you are absolutely killing me.
in other news, i found out that you can get milk in a bag in canada. milk is gross enough as it is, but bagged milk is even grosser.
04 AUG 2002 - 5.45p
thanks for the correction about kevin march, paul cox. i have no idea how the hell i knew he had something to do with shudder to think.
let me say that i do miss jimmy mac terribly... from both the breeders, and gbv.
back to the story. so we got there, i drank too fast, some bad bands played, then gbv played. they were great, as always. i was super thrilled to hear "cut-out witch" but i will never, ever be able to hear that song without sappily thinking of john. they played a lot of new stuff, and since i still don't have the new album, those songs were foreign to me. i stood up front the whole time (which is obvious by my pictures) and sang and danced along all night. one of the guys standing on the stage (i have no idea what purpose he served other than to look like santa) tossed me a drum stick midway through the set. i felt special. i continued to sing and dance. gbv covered the who and the beatles in the encore. fun. and they played a lot of good songs, including "tractor rape chain" which gets stuck in my head each and every time i look at my very own blog, thanks to the lyrics paul cox so delightfully added to the charming graphic in the corner.
once gbv was done once and for all, i was handed yet another drumstick, which is great because now i have almost everything i need to start playing the drums. i was also invited to come up and (i'm assuming) hang with the band (either that or give an old guy a blow job)... but lacey was tired, wanted to go home, had an hour to drive... so there was no hanging with them, which was okay. it probably would have been weird, even if i might've had my picture taken with bob... that would have been a hoot.
so after the show, i found lacey and she was with paul h and larry. we had a most entertaining walk to the car... this guy wanted to give us a ride or something, but settled for a photo op with me and my sticks. paul h and i also made a short stop at ozzfest. oh... this guy was there, too, and although i've met him a few times, i have no idea what his name is. anyhow. i practiced drumming on some cwru law sign... and then we ran into these guys that told lacey she was adorable and so i set up a great picture with them... in case you don't know what's going on there, the guy with the hat is all happy because lacey is adorable and he gets to put his arm around her. the guy on the right is sad because he really wanted to put his arm around her, but the guy with the hat is an asshole and hogged her all to himself. it was a great pose, if i do say so myself, especially since they were complete strangers. they're in a band. i said we'd go see them sometime... i don't remember the name of the band, but i did tell them about my website. i doubt they'll remember. goofy boys.
so then we went home. i had difficulty sleeping last night... i think i was too wound. i was crazy last night... that doesn't happen very often. but i had good reason, i guess. it was a really beautiful night, not too hot, and we were at a supercool outdoor concert. the end.
i saw the strokes video with gbv in it yesterday, right as lacey was picking me up. there's some family feud thing going on it... it was funny, but i couldn't really see the television really well because of a glare. oh well. maybe i'll watch it online.
yesterday while driving to the bank prior to going out, i called the canadian and did my one nice gesture of the year. since he's been narrowly escaping the clutches of death with his illness, i offered to get him anything if he needed it. he didn't need it, so i didn't get to follow through on my gesture. however, he did tell me that i am a wonderful person. i am never, ever going to let him forget that he said that. hopefully i'll get to see him tonight. it's been a couple of weeks.
for a different account of last night, feel free to travel to lacey's blog... although she does not have pictures, it is probably more entertaining than my own.
04 AUG 2002 - 12.23p
words can't really describe the mood i was in yesterday. it was stellar. i'm thinking that i have too much pent up energy or something. the drive to cwru's studio-a-rama was pretty interesting... lacey will probably go into better detail about it in her blog... if she doesn't then i guess you'll never know. we did get a prime parking spot, even if the parking job was a little less than prime.
so, we managed to find the lovely courtyard where the event was taking place... after a brief detour to ozzfest. unfortunately no bottles were allowed in. this left us beerless and sad. we walked in and this shitty band was playing. we sat on the lawn and longed for beer when the shitty music stopped... then this elvis looking guy was setting up to play next. we glanced over and saw the death metal black center of the universe that didn't really look like they fit in much. we quietly made fun of them, because we are jerks (at least i am) and then decided to find a source for beer in cans.
we walked not even a block and found the bestest deli/convenient store that met our needs. on the way back, complete with our 12 of miller high life (yack!), we took advantage of a photo opportunity or two. here i am (looking hot) and pretending i'm catholic. i mean, i am catholic, but i am probably the world's worst catholic. so this picture is kind of funny. here is lacey and the student jewish center.
we went back to the show and the elvis band was still playing. they were totally countryish, but totally good. we enjoyed them, and i'm sad to report that lacey didn't get her picture taken with elvis. maybe some other time! lacey did get her picture taken with this guy, though... whether he knows it or not.
so... we drank our high life (bleh) and soon viva caramel played. blah, blah, blah. then doug gillard played with viva caramel. and then it was about time for what we'd been waiting for. oh, i'd like to add right now that all night, we'd been discussing how truly great it would have been if john had been there. i hope you read my blog carefully when you return from mars, john. you were missed.
but bob isn't the only guy in the band. let's not forget nate and doug. i wonder if tim remembers talking to me at the moldy peaches show way back when... i hope not. here tim gets a cigarette from a fan. weee. wasn't the drummer in shudder to think? or am i confusing him with someone else? either way, some guy was giving him the finger which i thought was funny. maybe kevin should sit down and actually play his drums.
these people were bigger fans than we were. our beer was in a plastic bag. but they weren't as cool as me because they didn't get two drumsticks.
i really took too many pictures. the sad thing is there's like fifty more that i didn't even upload and that i'm not going to upload. if some super guided by voices fan stumbles across this and wants to see more than what i've posted, by all means, email me and i'll give you enough masturbation material for years. sooooo many pictures!!!!!!
i think most of the good pictures came after the show. i will write a better review and show those pictures later. i just wanted to get things started because posting all these gbv pictures (while it was terribly exciting to take them) is a little dry. yeah. more later.
The drummer, Kevin March, actually used to play for the Dambuilders. But he also worked with Mind Science of the Mind, featuring Nathan Larson of Shudder To Think. -- Paul
04 AUG 2002 - 2.21a
if you were not at the gbv show at cwru, then you suck. bob pollard does not suck. it is questionable whether or not i suck. together, lacey and i do not suck.
more pictures tomorrow... just had to put a few up before i crashed...
quote of the night: if you aren't dancing, move to the back with the motherfucking canadians!!!
03 AUG 2002 - 4.00p
the funniest things always happen to me. while driving home from the barn today on I-71, the passenger side mirror just FELL OFF of my car... just the mirror, not the part of the car that actually holds the mirror (you know, the part that's like physically part of the car). it was kind of funny, because it was so completely random... and the type of thing that would only happen to me. i didn't stop and get my mirror or anything... although that would have been funny and i could totally see myself driving around with a side mirror duct taped to my car. i might take a mirror from a compact or something and tape it to the mirror holder thing on the car, just to be funny. but that's probably illegal.
i actually rode today. i didn't work the horse, just went on a nice, relaxing hack around the property. there's a trail through the development (what used to be our old hay fields before they sold the land to the developers)... it's a nice, hilly trail that's not yet complete, but it still makes for a nice ride. it's funny crossing the street in the development to get to the trail... people see a horse from their window or porch and come out and want to pet it. funny. i guess it is kind of a novelty if you don't see them everyday and stuff... and luckily newt is a good sport and puts up with it.
i'm going to shower and get ready for gbv soon... but first i am going to buy shelves for my locker at the barn. everybody knows i am the least organized person in the world... and my locker at the barn is no exception. i guess since we aren't horse showing this summer, the stuff that comes out for summer and usually goes to the horse shows (i.e. buckets, sponges, ten million bottles of shampoo/conditioner/etc.) has found permanent residence in my locker... not a whole lot of space, so i am going to install shelves tomorrow. how handy!
03 AUG 2002 - 11.51a
so, i had this dream last night that i went swimming. for some reason, i think i went with jackie slacker, and i know for sure i went with newt. we were at this really big pool and i put newt in a handicapped bathroom stall when we got there... just for a moment so i could get dressed. i know he pooed in the toilet and i was really impressed that he made it in the potty. so, then we walked out to the pool, and i was really confused at how exactly newt was going to get in the pool... swimming was supposedly good for his legs. but i didn't know if we should just try to make him jump in or what... there were some stairs at the shallow end, but i don't really think he's capable of navigating stairs. so we didn't end up going in, which was fine with me. swimming might as well equal death as far as i'm concerned. especially in a public pool. where people let dirty horses swim! NASTY.
i read in paul cox's blog that there's blue pepsi. i want to try it. i like things that are blue... and i like funny flavored soda (i still love vanilla coke... good with vanilla ice cream as a float!).
03 AUG 2002 - 1.42a
oh, canadian. why must you turn off your phone when i am so close to your apartment, so close to falling asleep, and yet so far from my house?
in other news, tomorrow is the gbv show at case. if you're not there, then you're not cool. or you don't live in cleveland. or you don't like gbv. whatever. lame excuses.
i'm going to bed now. i'm done brushing my teeth.
02 AUG 2002 - 11.54a
i really haven't had much of an overwhelming urge to update since yesterday morning. not a whole lot is going on. i just got a bunch of clothes from "the man" from gap.com. phoebe is still barking.
i listened some clips from new spoon songs. i am super looking forward to seeing them in september. i can't say enough nice things about them and i am so pleased that i turned so many people on to them (like, a whopping three. oh well!).
the canadian called last night, probably picking up on my not so subtle hints. it was pleasant talking to him, even if he did tell me that i really should tell my mommy about my tattoo. not a chance in hell i'm going to do that... and i'm sure those of you familiar with her will sympathize with my decision to not tell her.
i'm going to try on my new clothes now. then go "riding"... i'm actually not doing much riding lately, due to my back injury. i've mostly been watching the newt wander from one end of the pasture to the other. excitement.
01 AUG 2002 - 11.28a
after watching sebadoh's entire video collection this morning, as well as other random videos from various artists, i stumbled across the video for whale's "hobo humpin' slobo babe" and i decided the insanity must stop. no more videos for meghan!
my allergies are bad. i haven't seen the canadian in a couple of weeks... i can't even remember the last time i talked to him on the phone. interesting. i tried calling him last night (got his voicemail) and he's not online this morning. i'm hoping he's not dead or anything, because i know he's been feeling under the weather. it would suck to be from canada and have to die here.
back to videos for just a second, i know i went through a long period (probably early to mid-90's) where i was in love with lou barlow. if i ever am seen with a man who looks even remotely like lou barlow, somebody shoot me. i think he is repulsive after watching the videos... but it's funny because after watching the pavement videos last night, i was only reminded of the hotness of steve malkmus. woah, baby.
01 AUG 2002 - 1.16a
thanks for archiving, mr. cox.
in case anybody didn't see the pictures from the 31st of july and you don't feel like checking the archive, check this carrot out!
01 AUG 2002 - 1.08a
good god. i hate it when i type a whole entry up and then something stupid happens and i lose it. bah.
i have spent a good portion of my evening (i accidentally took a long nap this afternoon... so i'm wide awake) watching music videos on launch.com. i've seen a few things that i had never seen before... a whigs video for "miles iz ded" and a pavement video for "spit on a stranger." and! a spoon video for "all the negatives have been destroyed." weeee! i've also seen a few things that i just had forgotten about... i totally forgot that greg dulli had long hair (circa 1992) and that the then-members of gbv were peeking in the windows of the garage in the breeders video for the cover of "shocker in gloomtown." not a bad way to waste an evening, really. and if anybody could tell me the difference between the regular and alternate versions of "cut your hair", i'd love to know...
speaking of pavement, i can't wait for the dvd to come out!
i'm going to bed now. i will dream of greg dulli. i miss him.
