margarita mix, the game of life, dinosaur jr, and no sleep ['til brooklyn]

the drinky-drinky party is over. we have all survived, as expected. also as expected I feel like utter and complete shit, but we'll get to that. oh, and this post will be really long because I didn't sleep and a lot of shit went on.

I brought c to shane's house. the "party" was well underway. and by "well underway", this time I mean "watching forrest gump". and then when forrest gump was over, watching I am sam. ava and her sister arrived 3/4 of the way through forrest gump and were all like "HAS JENNY DIED YET?" they both really hate jenny, apparently.

drinks were made! we were all given a plastic martini glass. I'll take a picture of mine later. [oh, procrastination. so good at this.] we had a good time washing them out every time we wanted a new drink. we went through pitchers of sangria, margaritas, mojitos, strawberry daiquiris [which ava was REALLY enthusiastic about], and pina coladas. c and shane and I ended up playing life at 1 am, and that was when they fed us the mojitos, which was not the greatest decision ever, but we'll get to that.

after I am sam was over, someone brought out guitar hero! oh man. shane regaled us with the tale of how she ended up with two guitars and a microphone and drums, so... long story short, we played a few rounds of guitar hero. we suuuucked. I mostly played bass [since I want to in real life]. I think everyone got to sing a song of their choosing except c, who really wanted dinosaur jr, but no one would put up with the trippy speedups. we were left alone because we were determined to play it. this was a weird situation, seeing as 99% of the time it's like "oh my god, guys, STOP BEING ANTISOCIAL, GET OVER HERE AND TALK TO US ABOUT GLEE!"

then it was 1 am and somehow we were playing the game of life. we being me, shane, and c. everyone else was playing world of warcraft [no, I don't understand either]. oh, that was fun. I won because I cheated. they gave me a mojito, which was apparently really funny to watch.

me: "this isn't another fucking girly drink, is it?"

mary: "no, it's a mojito!"

me: "girly." -takes a sip- "NOT... GIRLY..."

mary: -laughs at my misfortune-

man I don't even know if that minty shit was necessary. at least not at 1 in the morning when I had just won life by selling off my children to shane but collecting the retirement bonuses anyway.

everyone was sent down to shane's room, and everyone except c, mary, and me went into a different room to "contact" things with the ever-present group ouija board. that thing needs to die already. the group I was in instead watched the paid programming channels. infomercials at 2 am are VERY, VERY FUNNY. c kept scrolling through the channels until we found the telenova one!

spanish soap opera + 2 am + us = ???

it featured lots of crying people and an overenthusiastic man. oh dear lord I don't remember much of it but I know it was great. eventually we were told to stfu and everyone migrated back into shane's room. we talked a lot! we vowed to stay up as late as possible [bad idea]. I ventured upstairs several times, because apparently I was the only one not freaked out by the prospect of going up to a very obviously empty [and creepy-looking] kitchen late at night. so I ended up bringing many things downstairs, including but not limited to: 2 bottles of soda, 6 martini glasses, 1 bag of chips, 1 tin of dip, and 1 cat.

that is why I feel like shit. I drank the entire bottle of ginger ale. everyone else had some kind of fruit punch thing, and no one wanted the ginger ale. at 2 am it seemed like a good decision... I mean, I love ginger ale and no one else wanted it. by 7 I was like "uuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh". yeah, not pleasant.

ava had the fantastic idea that we should all sing songs that were on our ipods! I came up with this. when the whole thing dissipated into a cacophony of six people all singing different songs at once I thought to myself, "depeche mode would be great now." this song is insane at 3 or 4 am or whatever it was. I had c listen to my favorite mode song, and she practically had a seizure over how amazing it was. we were all really, really tired. then ava said, "guys, I have an idea. I'm gonna get my musical education just by listening to you two talking."

shhhhiiiiiiitttttt.

ava is notoriously famous for hating EVERYTHING that isn't ass-rock [c asked me to define ass-rock. here you go: ASSFUCKINGROCK] or jesus-rock or people with "perfect" voices or the latest muse cd [because they were in twilight, see? everything before twilight sucks though!]. it being somewhere between 4:30 and 6 am now, my protecting-my-favorite-songs-from-abuse senses kicked into hyperdrive. she asked what we had been listening to and I reluctantly told her. c explained that it was all synths, and ava asked, "so it's like owl city then?" yeah, that about did it. I was PISSED then. REALLY PISSED. and really tired.

at 6:30, c, ava, and I got up and went outside. the sun had risen and the clouds were all pretty. it was really nice. shortly thereafter I began feeling like shit and curled up into a little ball on the floor and slept for half an hour.

good party. relatively drama-free. hopefully ava can't figure out how to spell depeche.


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also, because shane and mary have short attention spans, they drifted off while ava was talking sometime last night. ava was infuriated by this and began to spout complete nonsense ending in "I'LL JUST KEEP DOING THIS BECAUSE NO ONE'S LISTENING TO ME."

jesus, some people can't handle the pressure.

the cure; or, why I like going to bed at 1 AM

warning: this post has nothing to do with any of my previous posts except the one directly before it. consider it a window [that nobody wants] into my creative suburban life. but hey, if st. clair can go off rambling sometimes, we all can.

during the school year I usually go to bed at 10:30 or earlier. I get up at 6. school officially starts at 7:45 but if you're not there at 7:25 you're in deep shit. just so my bedtime makes sense here. during the summer, though, I usually end up going to bed at 11 or 11:30 or so. this is acceptable for my mother. but in the last week or so, I haven't been following that. it looks like this:

sunday: go to bed at midnight
monday: go to bed at 11; have to work tomorrow
tuesday: DON'T HAVE TO WORK UNTIL FRIDAY; STAY UP 'TIL 1 AM
wednesday: 1 AM IS GOOD!
thursday: have to work tomorrow, supposed to go to bed at 10.

that's where our story starts. I have to be awake and ready before 9:40 on tuesdays and fridays to go to the library. this time my mother thought it would be an excellent idea to pull me right out of the cycle of staying up until 1, and expected me to crash right at 10.

so I went upstairs [my computer's in the basement] at 10. I paced around the living room until the cat bit me. then, excitingly, I finished the book I was reading! by then, it was 11 or so.

I got all excited because I hadn't yet crossed the magical threshold that is 11:30. there are so many songs I've banned myself from listening to after 11:30 because they make me freak out and panic. however, I also need to realize that maybe 11:00 is a good tipping point too. I start to lose some, uh, lucidity after 11.

at that time I looked around my room and though, "man, I should go to bed." but then... I saw them. my beloved highlighter collection.



I WAS SO EXCITED. I love highlighters so fucking much. [if it doesn't look like a lot, consider most people own maybe two highlighters at a time and that they're both yellow.] I decided immediately that I needed to do something with them. preferably tying into what I happened to be listening to at the time.

A Brief History of Me and the Cure

age 11: we hear "just like heaven" on the radio. my dad is like "this is my favorite song!!!" and turns it up so loud that my ears bleed. I decide I must find this song again because it's the best thing ever to my 11-year-old ears.

age 12: I encounter a sketchy caseless disc entitled cure - greatest hits in my dad's handwriting hidden in our cd collection. I promptly steal it.

age 14: the cure show up in my graduation-from-middle-school present. I know that sounds weird. my present was 6 cds.

age 15-16: my dad basically ties me to a chair and makes me listen to mixed up.

thursday night:



I know. it's completely inappropriate for being one of the three bands that people who feel sorry for themselves listen to. but unlike the two implosions of self-hatred in that trio [the smiths and joy division] some cure songs are kinda happy. and this is probably the best love song ever.

that was my rationale. yeah, it's a fucking cloud made out of a page of my driver's ed handbook... so sue me.

when I looked up at my clock it was 11:29. imagine how happy I was that it wasn't 11:30. I swear.

me at 11:29: can still withstand creepy punk!

me at 11:30: I NEED TO LISTEN TO THE B-52S RIGHT NOW.

so that was exactly what I did. I sat there and listened to the b-52s and suddenly everything made sense. kate piersen's hair was understandable. fred schneider seemed like an awesome person. "love shack" made loads of sense that it really doesn't during the day. I thought "hell, I'm never going to bed. I don't need to. I- AM- LIVING- ON- CHANNEL ZEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" yeah. I was having a great time.

then I made the mistake of going off to new order land and listening to this. I realized I had no idea what the hell was going on.

it was then that I made myself go to bed. I fell asleep at 1 AM as usual. my mother's plan failed. but at least I got a little-kiddish thing I've dubbed Cure Cloud out of it.

ps: I will probably have a smiths-y post like this sometime in the future. as much as I love the cure, I LOVE LOVE LOVE the smiths. /socialoutcastteenager I'm not depressed. how could I be depressed when I'm going to see matt & kim in november?

robert smith, like excel, is also my friend

I have to go to bed early tonight, as per order of My Mother. this is because of my real job, which would be bagging people's groceries. I know it has nothing to do with the subject of this blog but this is MY blog.

so I would just like to say that hyperactive me is used to going to bed at 1 AM! and since my mother has been trying to cut that down to 10 pm the past few days with no in-between, terrible shit is happening! I already explained to c what happened last night. I will post that full story, with pictures from my piece-o-fuck camera, tomorrow.

basically what happens is I say "fuck you" to everything around me and listen to the cure. then it's 11:30, and I'm screwed. 11:30 for me is a magical threshold. my brain just goes into reverse at 11:30. but... tomorrow.