soulwax...the best show in seattle yet

How you know a show rules:

A. You sweat way more during the headlining set then you ever do spending several hours at the gym.
B. Some random guy tells you that you're the only girl in the joint who knows how to dance and you rocked out so hard that you actually believe him.
C. You jump up and down so much that you reminisce about your heydays of mosh-pit glory.
D. You forget you have a raging knee injury until after you leave and the throbbing throbbing pain returns on the walk home.
And most importantly...E. You have to pee really really badly the entire set (and after four beers) but the music is so good and you so very much don't want to leave that you spend an entire hour peeing in your pants a little bit and don't even fucking care.

contemplation

It's Friday night and I'm doing this, trying to resurrect some feeling of release. I could be out doing something right now, hanging out with friends or other people I hardly know, somehow convincing myself that becase I am outside of the four walls I call home, I have stumbled upon the magical "something" I'm supposed to be doing. But here in my living room, I have done something important. I've realized that I've let myself make split second decisions about the quality of a person based on a few couple-o-second interactions...probably less time than I would spend drunkenly ordering something at the Jack in the Box drive thru. In this particular case, I totally misjudged somebody, I'd given them no credit when they deserve mounds of it. And had I not found the thing that showed me that I was so wrong, I would have continued with my assumptions and never known that I had been around an amazing person several times. I'm a little sad about that.

mono

One Word Survey
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
Not as easy as you might think.

1. Where is your cell phone? table
2. Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend? lost
3. Your hair? graying
4. Work? tedium
5. Your father? trying
6. Your favorite thing? naughty
7. Your dream last night? ambieny
8. Your favorite drink? coffee
9. Your dream car? pre-paid
10. The room you're in? living
11. Your pet? iniki
12. Your fears? disempowerent
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? living
14. Where did you hang out last night? home
15. What you're not good at? coping
16. Eyebrow rings on the opposite sex? juvenile
17. One of your wish list items? travel
18. Where you grew up? everywhere
19. The last thing you did? pooped
20. What are you wearing? jammies
21. what aren't you wearing? bra
22. The website you're on? duh
23. Your computer? broken
24. Your life? calm
25. Your mood? calm
26. Missing? devo
27. What are you thinking about right now? exercise
28. Your car? hooptie
29. Song? presets
30. Your summer? debaucherous
31. Your relationship status? deep
32. Your favorite color? blue
33. When is the last time you laughed? yesterday
34. Last time you cried? yesterday
35. School? lew-ah-vaul

guilty pleasure

Everybody has a guilty pleasure. For some people it's a food item that they rarely allow themselves, usually some kind of dairy product like cheese or ice cream. For some it's shopping, buying something a little more expensive than you really should. Others prefer guilty pleasure television watching, Dancing with the Stars or America's Next Top Model. Not me though. For me...it's wearing maternity clothes. I love buying and wearing maternity clothes...I hang out in the mommy-to-be section at Target a lot. And I don't have some weird pregnancy obsession, as far as I'm concerned my uterus has been marked condemned for quite some time. Maternity clothes are just so darn comfy...