friday night fun

it's so nice to be spending hours in front of the computer not writing papers. i'm downloading a bunch of cds for my zune i bought from my brother like a long time ago. if you haven't heard the music of the Dirty Projector's, you must. it is so infectious. the most insane melodies i have ever heard. they take you on this glorious harmony joy ride, (as wesley willis would say), break it up with some chaos and then bring it all back again with a beautiful resolution in every song. i can't get enough of these guys.

i went to one of those 3d pink floyd show things. not the laser show, it's like a huge projector at the planetarium that projects these crazy images of clocks and other pink floyd related iconography and images that move and sway and it feels you're moving. i know there's a name for that kind of illusional stuff but i can't remember it. the dark side of the moon is playing as you lay down and watch this stuff on the ceiling for about an hour. it's pretty neat actually. i havne't really listened to floyd in a while but it brought back some memories of high school sitting in my room listening to them for really long amounts of time....

last night keri and i went downtown and started playing some lucinda williams songs that we learned. i think we're going to start a side of the road tour where we just play at random spots in town and see how much money people will actually give us.

last night was a riot for many reasons. first of all, corner pocket's is the best place in town to people watch. it's alocal bar for the "real" locals of tallahassee. the folks that have been born and raised here and probably been going to that bar since it opened. it's an interesting mix of florida red necks, ghetto fabulous, guys with haircuts from the early 90's with shiny shirts to match, older lesbians, some college kids thrown in (though not very many), this is not a college bar...lots of really drunk middle aged women with low rise tight jeans and bleach blond hair as well. they always get up and dance while Nathan and Brock are playing. Nathan and Brock are my friends who play gigs around town. I sing some Lucinda songs with them every once and a while. THey're really funny guys and play an awesome version of "business time" by flight of the conchords, a hilarious new zealand duo.

anywho, we get to corner pocket's last night and there's the usual crowd except they seemed to be in special form that night. one guy, we ended up naming "old man bill" was so drunk that it took him about 5 minutes to pick up a cigarette he dropped on the ground. he would just sit there for long amounts of time with his eyes closed and a slight grin on his face. then he would wake up and yell random things at the band like "you got some moody blues" and "you got the horns, the drums, and the guitar" over and over in a really exaggerated southern drawl. He'd also get up intermittently and give us his best drunk two step which was a real treat. as the band was packing up to to leave he kept yelling, "what are you doing, you ain't locking down yet." then there's "finch" who is guy that is there every time i go to corner pocket's. he's a true blue dead head and dances like the best dead head twirler you can find. he also does this weird clicking thing with his tonge that's really loud....the best conversation of the night had to have been had with a guy who said his middle name was "cross" he comes up to our table and asks us, "where are all the hot hotties" this was the most bizarre conversation i had ever had with another human being. i don't really know how to recreate how it went exactly but i did write down some of his more memorable quotes. yes, i had a notepad handy. we always need material for our band and this is the perfect place to get it. so here go the "Cross" quotes.

"My face is in overabundance,
...i'm not gonna worry about me, that's why i drink but i'm not gonna overdrink myself.
It's cool to meet your name...
These cloves smell really clovey
You guys aren't evil patrons, no matter what i say, you guys are good...

the best part was this one guy who just walked up in the middle of the band as they were playing and just stood by my friend callie as she was playing the djembe. then he tried to walk behind nathan as he was playing and tripped over the chair that had the tip jar and fell over hit and landed right on his rear and took a few glasses and an amp down with him. the band stopped playing of course and he looked like he had scraped his arm pretty good but was ok other than that and his bruised ego. he went straight back inside to the bar to get some more shots. i kinda felt sorry for him but that's what you get when you invade the band's space and you're really plastered.

i feel like i should bring a video camera there. this place is just fascinating.

i just ate a whole can of cream corn.

almost got run over at wal-mart

i almost got run over in the wal-mart parking lot the other day. i was actually trying to put my buggy back where they're supposed to go, not just in front of some random car like i usually do. jk, i would never do that, usually i just put it up on curb or something. i'm lazy, what can i say. so anywho, this white car just keeps backing up and i didn't notice it of course until it was almost too late. i think i was looking down at a gum wrapper or something interesting like that. so i look up and this car is not showing any sign of stopping. it's got sorority stickers on it and other crap like that decorating the back of it. it was filled with a bunch of college aged girls of course, i already mentioned the sorority stickers. so they drive off as i'm slightly startled. i was just going to go on my merry little almost got hit by sorostitues way, when i hear screaming coming from this pick up truck across from me with this bewildered looking middle school boy standing in front of this truck. this lady with bleach blond hair is sitting in the drivers seat screaming obscenities. then i realize that she is screaming at the car as it drives away. i was thinking, did they try to hit her too? but she was trying to stick up for me for almost being hit by these girls. i think she said, "i can't stand those kinds of people, they don't care cause they got daddy's money" and other various things that she would do to them if she could. i told her thanks for her concern and that i knew she had my back. i should have gotten her number or something. i may need a bodyguard someday.

dry rub

it's crunch time yet again. i didn't think i'd be worrying about finals on another fall semester but it has come to an end and i must force myself to muster up the motivation to write, hopefully, one of my last academic papers EVER! i really pulled a doozie this weekend. i could have been writing on my career counseling proposal that i've been dreading all semester but instead i spent all day yesterday trying to write a 6 page paper for the easiest class i've ever taken in grad school, chemical dependency, that should have only taken me a couple hours. because of my undiagnosed obsessive compulsive tendencies, i spent all day researching for a paper about schizophrenia and substance abuse, a subject which i happen to some things about and have written other paper on in the past but because of my overactive conscience, i would not allow myself to plaigarize myself and spent all day lethargically looking up new journals in order to use for this thing thinking that this paper was due today. but i find out in class that it's actually not due until next week so i wasted pretty much a whole weekend not working on my career counseling proposal that's due wednesday. cool huh. but i had a good time wasting time yesterday in the grad lab. my friend sara and i did a good job of entertaining ourselves while sort of pretending like we were trying to get work done. we have the same silly tendencies and a another lady in the grad lab who was actually working was trying to get our attention as sara was trying out a new dance move in her chair as i was evaluating it and sort of trying not to laugh too loud but not really succeeding. this nice lady was trying to get our attention and she politely waited for us to stop our shennannigan's before asking us to watch her bag while she stepped out for a minute. it's like she felt bad interrupting our juvenile behavior. these are the kinds of things that make me wonder how the hell i made it this far....

my career counseling professor, the same one who farted, had an "interesting" story to tell us in class last week. he said some random girl from memphis was looking up career centers and she came across FSU's and got his number and gave him a call. he ended up giving her some links to some other career sources and as a favor she sends him a big box of ribs from corky's bar be cue in memphis. which i opened my big mouth and piped up and told him i had eaten there as well. which i had because of when i lived in mississippi, we'd go to memphis to get out of hell for a while. anywho, he starts engaging me in this conversation about the ribs and he ends up asking me and i quote "are you a dry or wet rub kind of girl" referring to the ribs. i immediately said neither, that i like beef. then he goes on to say, oh are you from texas? they like their brisket down there. all i could do was nod yes at that point. the rest of the conversation just kind of trailed off. all i could hear was from then on was "dry or wet rub." and apparently that's all that my classmates could think of to say after class to me as well.

i also think that this is probably the funniest video i have ever seen.