I'll Never Tell...

Yesterday I filled out all my application stuff for that job placement thing and next week I have an interview. I won't disclose too much because I heard when you write about stuff online (esp. jobs) it can come back to haunt you.

Also: I'm needing for computer to make fix (as well as my grammar) for many things. One (which I am not going say anything about but is really awesome. I want to go back taking some writing classes and/or workshops. As much as I wanna kick Ethan Gilsdorf in the throat, the structure of YAWP at Grub Street was very, um...conducive to my growth as a writer. And with a memoir-in-progress/at least three screenplays I want to write I need to hone my craft like whaaat.

I don't even know if I used "conducive" correctly there but I can tell you what "obfuscate", "stentorian", and "fungible" mean. I won't now but I subscribe to Dictionary.com Word of the Day. And since next week I have to take my writing placement test to determine what class I will be in knowing some kickass words won't be detrimental to me.

Okay, I'll tone down my smahts now.

The bank swindled me into getting a credit card so I have to handle that scandal. I might sound ironic for saying this but I'm a 20-year-old who loves to go shopping. I should not have a credit card.

Still no pictures from the Peaches/Amanda Blank show...in fact, P&BJs hasn't had a lot of pictures lately. Sorry. But I have a feeling I'm not disappointing a huge demographic. But to anyone who does follow this blog: I love you.

And I'm not just copying Amanda Blank. :)

Make your way to Berlin.

On Monday night I went to see Peaches and Amanda Blank at the Paradise. Even though I bought my ticket last Thursday it was general admission. I was right in front of the stage. I cannot even find the words to explain how awesome and fun it was. Amanda Blank is so beautiful and can rap her ass off. And Peaches' set was like, other world-ly. There was some hot pink duct tape stickers that said "POON" on one of the cylinder thingies and I put it on my forehead...and PEACHES ACTUALLY DIRECTLY ADDRESSED ME. I don't even know what she said, maybe something like, "My kinda lady". She definitely used the word "lady". Right after that someone was passing her a shot of Patron from the bar (her second of the night) and they spilled it right on my face. It got in my eyes and burned. No, it fucking killed. But it still was an awesome night. I will post pictures once I get that Blackberry software shit. There was a framed picture of No Doubt from 1996 and some guy was wearing a "Who Killed Amanda Palmer" hoodie. Score.

Also: I AM GOING TO COLLEGE!!! I have more than enough financial aid (which I will be getting back...the money I don't use). College is actually a possibility that will turn into a reality.

More also: On Saturday, Janice and Bill came to Boston. I totally failed by going to the wrong street but I made it, we chatted about MY MEMOIR! Janice explained the whole business aspect. I feel like with such a awesome person helping me out the only thing I have to do is write the damn thing. Which now, doesn't seem like an overwhelming task.

Today I watched an E! special: the Life and Death of Anna Nicole Smith. So sad. :(

I'm hoping I can patch things up with Pumpkin but I'm not really sure.

GET MOTIVATED!

I found a website that makes those fake motivational posters. I kinda feel like I'm really qualified to make them sense I've seen real live ones. But hey, I'm a little late on the meme train. Here are mine:

Enjoy.

They ransacked our camp without saying "goodnight".

Wanna know something? Okay, so "Dick In A Box" can be abbreviated as "DIAB" and those are the first four letters of "diablo"...like Diablo Cody. It's just a random ass observation. Purely random.

Moar reading: I finished Plato and Platypus Walk Into A Bar: Understanding Philosophy Through Jokes and it was one of the best books I've read in a while. So funny. So insightful. So informative.So...there's a recommendation:

I've started I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone by Stephanie Neudartorsomething. It's so fucking good. The prose of the passages is startling and addictive. I really wanna see how this story goes. There are two concurrent stories with Louisa and Emily. It was only $13.00 from Urban Outfitters. So instead of buying some gay ass Chuck Klosterman bullshit, if you see this: BUY IT.

There's been some squabbles at the house but nothing I can't handle. I'm still intact. But that's probably because of my ability to be a megabitch.

I'm guessing that at least doing a massive amount of reading that when I'm finally "in the zone" to start back up with the memoir I will have this pastiche ideation about what I want my book to be like. And, no, that's not just a fancy way of saying "plagarism". You'd understand if you were a writer. :)

OMG I just said "pastiche ideation"...

Anyhoozle, tomorrow I'm buying Peaches tickets. I slept until about four in the afternoon yesterday so I didn't get my hair done or go meet that dudeface about the job placement. Since the wounds are still fresh I'll let it scab over and call them both next week.

I've also greatly minimized Facebook use for fear of developing FAD: Facebook Addiction Disorder. But I still need to get my computer fixed. Both of them.

But it's cool, you know, cuz we're like adventurers!

-Melissa Mescalero

P.S. Some woman on MySpace found me via that Street Carnage interview and sent me a friend request. She seems pretty cool but that interview upsets me. Greatly. I'll see how it goes.

Books are cool (and other boring yet awesome revelations).

So the house computer is virused-up thanks to the retardicons I live with. And my laptop went from half-screen fucked up to full-screen fucked up. Without my permission. But this couldn't have come at a better time. There was a Metro article (I can't find it now but I swear it exists...oh, just read this then: http://www.fenichel.com/facebook/) about compulsive Facebook use. So now, I reduce my time on there. I don't wanna be an addict. Of anything.

So now it's back to listening and appreciating music, reading books, learning to sew and eventually doing craft projects, writing like a mofo, mailing letters and packages, and all the boring stuff I never really did but seems way awesome and better than the alternatives.

For me now, the world isn't a bleak and dismal place: it's just boring. Disappointing. A bunch of buildup for nothing. Like a really campy faking of an orgasm...this life!

So now I go "modern minimalist" (thanks, Thoreau). Conor Oberst wrote: "when everything is lonely, I can be my own best friend."

Replace "lonely" with "boring" and that's my situation.

And people wonder why people become introverts.

Speaking of introverts, my Melissa's Next Week Purchases Will Include:

- Superbad: The Drawings by David Goldberg, Seth Rogen, and Evan Goldberg.
-McLovin ID magnet
-Maybe the Manic dvd because I can't find it anywhere?

But this week hasn't ended so let's not count chickens before they're fried. Tomorrow I get my hair done. Wheee! Also: will brainstorm ideas for Street Carnage shit.

-Melissa Mescalero

Just call me "Smarticus Maximus".

I found this site: http://www.clipnabber.com/ and now I have mad much videos on my iPod! No shopping at the iTunes store. And all those ones, like "Kitten Fight Surprise" and that really awesome uke cover of "Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots Part 1" by Nat and Mancy. Awesome.

I also got an email from Gav (founder of VICE/ "editor" (I guess that's the term) of Street Boners and TV Carnage. He says he's like for me to contribute. Which is great, because I sent an email asking. So it was "ask and you shall receive". Like the Bible...sorta. I'm going to write down some good ideas (hell, some GREAT ones). One I have is a "beef" me and New York, with the whole me being a Bostonian thing.

Also; watched Purple Rain today. Sooo fucking good.

You have to purify yourself in waters of Lake Minnetonka.

-Mescalero

Screaming, poop, and cat food.

I yelled a lot today. But for good reason. I've reach my tipping point. I've tried: asking, requesting, pleading, reminding, etc. Usually I would woman up and say sorry...and I'm not one to use the phrase "you deserved it". But I was completely justified.

Me, ftw.

Tonight: either I'm going to hang at Cat's and feel awkward or stay in reading, writing, and making art. I will also record some songs.