If female vampires needed activities, they would gather at the YWCA.
Damn, James Taylor be one ugly haole!!! At first I was a little disappointed with the nosebleed seats but after taking a look through the binoculars, section 31, row L didn�t seem that bad after all.
Don�t get me wrong. I enjoy a few of his songs, but nothing I�d pay $65 for on my own accord. If anything I�d rather have seen Tool but, cannot help. Nonetheless, it�s very strange being the youngest person in the Blaisedell Arena.
I did end up seeing Writing Goddess there. That was an ego boost. She claimed to read my stuff every time I had something in the column and said, �Just don�t mention my name like Overpublished!� Wow, cool. Writing Goddess actually reads my stuff. I guess she in particular isn�t sore about the book review.
Wednesday, October 31, 2001, 1:30am
Happy Halloween. Well, so far this is turning out to be an interesting interpretation of the holiday. First, at this very moment, I�m at the Therapist�s apartment and in the building directly across from us, it looks like one of the Japanese dudes is very drunk and wanting to just off the balcony. We first noticed when the girl with them screamed. Now her and this other guy are with the jumper. I guess they are monitoring his activities.
Umm� Yeah�
I guess if he does jump, I�ll interrupt this entry with a special bulletin.
First Ticket Ripper gets drunk and stoned and we have to figure out a way to cart someone who weighs roughly 250 pounds back to Salt Lake in the pouring rain, and now this. Never a dull moment in this neighborhood. This is what it must be like to live in New York.
Oh man, speaking of which, Ticket Ripper�s car stereo kicks ass. I wanna get a Sony car stereo like that. The lid flips open and there�s all these dials and pretty lights� I hear the stereo cost Ticket Ripper almost as much as his truck.
Continuing the fucked up Halloween entry, there�s an Urban Legend email going around about avoiding malls on the 31st. Did I write about this already? Anyway, to reiterate-- girlfriend gets a Dear John letter from her Islamic boyfriend about how he�s sorry he left her suddenly and he begs her to avoid riding on any airplanes on Sept. 11 and to avoid shopping malls on Oct. 31.
Hopefully this is just another sick Internet email prank. Especially since I need to buy marked down Halloween boxers from the Gap.
Full moon fever on Halloween. Be afraid, be very afraid�
Friday, November 2, 2001, 3:29am
I am addicted to Greg�s monthly Top Five thingie. Actually compiling the list isn�t as easy as reading the topic though�
Top Five Monday Morning Songs. Actually, since I�m unemployed, it really doesn�t fucking matter. They could be playing a John Tesh CD and I shouldn't give a shit. But when I was employed:
1. �Until The End Of The World,� U2. I guess it somehow fits making that slow crawl on the H1, on your way to a lousy day.
2. �Things Have Changed,� Bob Dylan. �Hanging on the gallows with my head in the noose�� A line like that was made to begin the work week.
3. �Sinnerman,� Nina Simone. I don�t know why I need to listen to this in the mornings before gainful employment. Maybe because it makes me feel smug which is a good feeling to have when dealing with know-it-alls.
4. �Watching The Wheels,� John Lennon. This is actually a good song to play at the end of the workday/week which is probably why I like to play it at the beginning. Light at the end of the tunnel and all that jazz.
5. �The Secret Of My Success,� Night Ranger. Typical dreamer song from fluffy eighties soundtrack. Not like I claimed to have taste.
Monsters Inc. was simply okay. No biggie and the jokes for adults seemed a little stale this time around. But who cares really when a Star Wars trailer is attached to it.
The trailer: at first I was extremely disappointed and angry. Thirty fucking seconds and you could barely make out Boba Fett�s daddy?! But now I feel a little better since I just read that a longer one will be attached to that Harry Potter movie. But then, now I have to see the Harry Potter movie. I was kinda hoping to avoid it. Not that I�m a anti-Harry Potter snob. I�m just not familiar with the whole movement, therefore it�s a little low on the excitement scale for me.