Bjork.

[lwoodbloo]

I want to sing right now.

I want to belt out a good song, grind my hips agaist the mike, kick out against the motherfucks in the first row.

I want to be the frontman.

ahem.

So it was a good weekend.

Friday night, I got to see Pretty Girlfriend's little sister in The King and I. What an amazing production. The sets were ridiculous. I mean, I've seen university productions with scenery that blew goats in comparison. (that was the drama dept at geneseo. although they were more into...well, let's not get into that, shall we?) Then, we went to see the Ring 2 with the usual band of misfits (Ntang, irnbruise, ozzdo, elliea, yeah, you know 'em. The Usual Suspects. Does that make Nick Fenster?). Alas, the PG and I were bushed. I've needed sleep, and got a good chunk of it, even in my far too small bed in fair Brooklyn.

I dropped her off in Manhattan the next morning/early afternoon. I went home and did some homework, then proceeded to work the Slint show at irving plaza saturday night. Slint are an odd band, but I like the way they sound. The opener was amazing, quite Velvety (and by that I mean underground and not revolver). Then, PG and I met up at coffee shop off union square. I do like their food, but Applewood's is better. That reminds me. Nick and I took dinner at applewood thursday night. I must say it is likely that that is the best food I've ever had, and it was not haute cuisine where there's not enough to fill me up. Amazing. Even if dessert was not as good as I'd like...

Sunday was my day. I slept for a good while, then went to a bris in new jersey. While i appreciate the ritual behind it, I can't stand watching. It was that part of the family that I feel particularly awkward around. I do not make small talk well, and I do not like to do the "how are you, how's your family" thing too much. I like talking ABOUT things, and they seem to have an aversion to it. Oh well.

Then we went to see my maternal grandparents at the cemetary. It dumbfounds me how much we talk about the gravesites, and not my grandparents. I told them about everything I could remember. I think they're happy; it was raining to begin with anyway.

Today? I feel good. The bronchitis is mostly gone I think, I'm still coughing up trash, but that's to be expected...I suppose anyway.

So. That's one long motherfucking entry.

How about some song lyrics too?

Don't mind if I do.



dig me out
dig me in
outta this mess baby outta my head
whaddya want whaddya know
one to get started three till we go
dig me out
dig me in
outta this mess baby outta my head
dig me out
dig me in
outta my body outta my skin

ya got me, for now
i'm here, for now

whaddya want
whaddya know
do ya get nervous makin me go
get into your sores get into my things
do ya get nervous watchin me bleed
dig me out
dig me in
outta this mess baby outta my head
dig me out
dig me in
outta my body outta my skin

I wear your rings and sores
in me in me it shows

I have your hands your holes
in me in me it shows
oh god let me in
there's nowhere else to go
oh god let me in
and let me go

dig me out
dig me in
outta this mess baby outta my head
dig me out
dig me in
outta my body outta my skin

Comments

[sisterred.livejournal.com]

Wow... you deserve an award for your verbosity!

[lwoodbloo.livejournal.com]

Do I get a trophy?

[sisterred.livejournal.com]

Yes. I'm having a bronze cannibal made just for you. Do you want him wearing a clown suit or loin cloth?

[just-plain-kc.livejournal.com]

good to see that you are doing well.. despite the sickness that I and everyone else has had acouple times already this year.. I am ready for spring how about you?
I am alive and well. work is going good and will be posting something soon. see yah around!