Sconebag

So work was a nigthmare. I wanted to call out because my ear is inflammed with the swimmers ear!! From what? Wait, for it...

taking a bath?!?!? The entire scenario baffles me. I'm going to the doctors tomorrow. Because I believe it in infected. Last night I couldn't even sleep on the one side of my head. I guress there's worst events happening in the world though.

At work I've been entertaining myself by giving different nicknames for for the scones being bought by the same person as a daily ritual. I always say how I hate them which inadvertantly led to the Scone Princess title. Which is a rather unorginal nickname. So now for shits and giggles* something different has to be said everytime we discuss their love and my hatred. Of course in a non forthcoming manner but more of an enthused sarcasm. And today when on round 2 of the usual scone I blurted " jeez, another one you're the sconiest." A rightfully deseved zing being that on their day off they came into work twice to hit up the scones. I think gifts needed to be bought but they left and came back. Of course they have no idea I find it necesarry to charm them with different fake scone names. We didn't agree to this name exchange but tomorrow she will be Sconan the Barabian.

And after 3 days of this it will no longer be funny (I understand that this is very lame but I get really bored and Mr. banana is a douche bag) and suddenly the polite laughs will turn into hatred and the scones will no longer be enjoyed twice a day but thrown on the floor and stomped on in great disgust. And I will be cursed out. Okay, that probably won't happen either because A. this person laughs hesterically (sp) at most things and is B. an honest joy to be around.

Well I gotta run. But before I go -the picture above is a t-shirt design I've been working on (its unfinished). I might start using this blog as a sketchbook. I shanghaid the idea of a blog sketchbook from another artist who's name I honestly can't remember and will credit once I conjure it from my swallen infected head but every night they'd post a 15 minute sketch for creative purposes. Which is an excellent idea. Originally, I had entirely different idea to write about and instead I apologize for the epic scone story. Its unfortunate that this is my life, goddamnit! On a subconcious level I was itching to type sconiest. And for that I apologize and nothing else.


*a josh cavalier staple.

there are scorpions in my head

Originally, I had a completly different post about David Cross and how it affected my entire work day. I reread it later on and realized that no one cares. So instead I leave you with some dancing bulls.

Relative whine

Today, I feel trapped. Yet to find a job or apartment that I can afford. I am crippled with absolute negativity at the moment.
Anyway this cheered me up. Well, sort of.

waazah!!!!

I just ate the best dinner EVER!! Have a nice Holiday Folks!!

sdhfsqkfs., *edited

Lately I've been catching up with some friends from late highschool/pre college era. Friends that some how managed to stay friends thru and after college on top of a revolving door of new friends that have come/gone or stayed. Tonight I went to Kildaras which is def. not my kind of bar but it is a 5 minute drive from where I live. Sadly I am not close to any store in walking distance let alone a bar. Unless you maybe count Chester Heights market and the odd part about the driving distance to Kildaras is that walking would roughtly take an hour but driving takes approx 5-8 minutes. I still have yet to figure this out. Getting off topic, let's move on.

At Kildaras Lauren and I waited for our friend Don to show up. And like many nights we sat there completly sober and as the night droned on with definite conversational lulls, we got to talking about the movie Lost Boys. The Corey vs Corey issue arose. Blah, Blah Feldman is the bad one and Haim is the sweet one your Mother loves. Blah, blah they both partied and did a shit load of drugs. I was prepared to explain the differences in the two, but its getting late. And I won't. The night goes on... we're on completly new subjects egging each other on to act like rejects. What I mean by this is our bar talk conversation starts out relatively normal and then slowly gets juvenile in such a way that you've suddenly regressed years in age and you're talking about the first time you've had sex and who you would like /wouldn't like to do (television people included). I'm not a perv, these are the conversations people have once they've had a few (in my case completly sober)I don't make the rules its just what happens. In the middle of us all laughing at our sheer stupidity Don turns to me and says you make me act in a way that I wouldn't normally.

Huh?

My head cocks back and turns as I ponder this notion. Lauren, basically gives him the same reaction except with a mild look of disgust, in a completly good way though. I have no idea what he means by this. I nudge him and sarcastically retort but in a good way, right? eh? Unknowingly this led to a state of the union debate over our history of friendship. I had no idea but in all 5 years I've hung out with him(discluding the first time we met at 15 ) thinks that we never bonded and this includes Lauren as well. Ironically, all three of us agreed to this. And no one could quite pinpoint why this is. Friendship is similar to tastes and attraction. You can't force somebody to like you, just like you can't force somebody to be a close friend. On the contrary I can't say the same for Lauren (we've "bondned" many times) and although a great deal of some friendships in everyones life are lacking it should be something to be questioned. And what I mean by questuioned brought to attention. The most bizarre aspect was that none of us were really upset by this. And the fact that it wasn't brought up 3 years ago when everyone actually stopped hanging out regularly is completly beyond me. I have to say it was a completly odd way to end the night. Despite it I adore my friends even when they tell me they never really bonded with me.



Speaking of which, I must sleep. Goodnight.

Late Night Quandary

I just spent the last hour driving and humming the words to some crazy Pure Essence... and I've come to some harsh conclusions about myself during this drive.

-1. When ever I say to myself in the morning this is the only drink I will have with caffiene for the rest of the day. It really just means I am only going to consume caffiene all day.

-2. the t-shirt company I was supposidly doing "designs" for is a total botched ordeal. If my name isn't Captain Idiot I don't know who is because I had been sending my designs to an entirely different company the whole time. It's really confusing and dumb what happened not to mention how horrifyingly retarded I feel.

Oh well better luck next time.

Should I stay or should I go?

I upducted this gem some where on the google image search when I typed in The Honey Brothers. I apologize to whom ever are in these photos. My intention was not to mock, and apparantly HB is about their fanbase having a finger snappin', rump shakin' good time and I am all for that.

I'm debating whether or not to drive to Maxwells in Hoboken, Nj on the busiest driving day of the year to see The Honey Brothers take a break from the studio to put on a pre Thanksgiving show. I have to admit it seems like a colossal waste of time. The stage will probably be mobbed by a crowd of creepo Adrien Grenier fans. He is sort of a dreamboat, but whatever.

And speaking of creepos after class today I waited outside of Best Buy (yes I was one those customers fiending outside the door before open awaiting all my electronic needs) but it was packed. No lie it was like a goddamn party of 30 people. And then we all waddled in like zombies it was quite the spectacle. And I couldn't find a damned thing I was looking for in there and wound up buying a CD that while is good had no intention of buying. Good story?? And by good I mean jab your eyes with a pencil invigerating.


ps- while on my travels I stumbled upon Filter magazine and was jazzed to see an INTERVIEW of the shins by John Krasinski!! 'inski is the man of my dreams.

But I gave you a goddamn showstopper up there?

3 things

-I fixed the line spacing problem that I never mentioned but was having from before, thank god no single paragraph rants anymore. Typos/mispelled/mispunctionuated words will still be present, I repeat will still be present.

-Hopefully some more people will start commenting. I've told a bunch of friends. Most of them pause and say you know I don't really check blogs. I'm so friendless sometimes.

-Here's a little knowledge to munch on before I go. This isn't an entirely original question to ask but..

Why is it that everytime something goes horribly wrong we react but if we see something/someone suffer on a daily basis little by little we do nothing about it?

Before the Go! team show

My friend Sean and I whigged out when we saw the entire crew just lounging outside the troubadour. I've bugged him to send me this countless times for months on end and for no real reason he sent it to me today. Anyway, it from his cellphone and I would have used my camera but I had crotched it for show purposes only.

zonkers

I had a kazillion different harangues to cry about concerning my trip being cancelled, work sucking, my social circle slowly shrinking and my spanish class being a train wreck for ungrade related reasons but I'd rather take a hot steaming crap and let it stew in pants for 12 hours than speak another word of it. Alright, with that being said that is a nast-tay drastic action further more typing nast-tay is is just wrong. Well thats gross unfunny comedy for ya.

On some good news I may be earning a couple extra bucks doing some t-shirts. Which would make me happy for little or no money. I have no idea though. In fact, forget that I don't want this it to backfire like before. Although failing is better than never trying. All I know is that last night in the midst of a deadline I drank too cups of coffee and some how I felt like I was stung by tranquilizers fit for a pack of routy elephants.

Last night a quarter past midnight my exact thoughts were: "I'm off tomorrow, let's start rocking some shit" -code for get work done . And on the second cup I found it absolutely necessary to drop everything for an exchange of instant zz's or I'd lose my mind. It wasn't your normal I'm tired, I better go to bed. It was one of those nights where you stumble into bed with your shoes on unaware of how you got there. And prior to this zombified state the only real explanation may be the result of working 20 hours a day for weeks on end or maybe spending an entire week binge drinking and after 168 hours of boozy sleeplessness (??) can really justify this seemingly momentary narcoleptic fit. Last night I did neither one of those. I have no idea what happened and it is rare for someone like me who can't get to sleep half the time.

Nevertheless on an entirely different note the year is closing and I always start to think of the year as a whole. Was it good/bad? What happened? Was the first six months better than the last six months? What important events occurrred? What were my favorite movies/music? Did I met anybody worth mentioning?All of these questions usually start around this time every year. It's been an unsteady year for everyone . To say the least it hasn't been easy but sometimes its all worth it. I realize this is an entirey vague conversation that probably only makes sense to myself and seems kind of half-assed. I get it. The point beyond all of this insanity is to keep your head above water. With all of the political hoopla flooding the airwaves, or the endless amount of fascination given toward celebrities who for the most part could be living on neptune and it wouldn't make a difference in our every day lives is something that we should all take into consideration. Sometimes you just have to say am I really concerned about the honky dury lives of Tomkat or maybe try a little "Hey Matt Lauer, go fuck yourself" when you're watching the another trite morning of garabge today show for shits and giggles. I realize that the media is not entirely evil considering most of it is used on a first come first served basis. And I just felt like picking on Matt Lauer. Sorry. And that its not Matt Lauer's fault for delivering the content. Secretly, may be what I'm really trying to say is to turn your tv off once in awhile. And I will take my own advice for that.

I am way off topic originally I wanted to talk about the song No Good Here by Tim Fite and how it is my 2006 theme song. Notice the paragraph above. And no its not because I think "I'M NO GOOD HERE" its actually not that depressing because it some how makes me think of two people who are in love doing something they hate and they realize that they most destroy it by quitting all of the bullshit around them. I can even picture them running down the street embracing this!

The songs is backed by a band called The Seymores and reminds me of the music Reggie and the Full Effect would have made if they were actually a serious band or a good band for that matter. One of these days I'll have to explain this in full extent later.

T Rex is always trying to ruin the fun.

So as I came home to my demise I've found out that our lovely trip to Georgia is cancelled. I don't know who to punch in the face first.


**edit (5 minutes later)
Although there is no one in particular to blame for this I'm still mad.

I've Got A Good Feeling

So, I've made it a night of staying in and attempting to download movies(which may be imppossible) while at the same time updating my new ipod. It is a definite ho hum of a task I think I'm ill from sitting at the computer too long -earlier Jonnie and I drove around buying expensive items that are far beyond my spending realm. So its safe to say I'm in for the night being that I dropped the bomb on some burberry cufflinks for my brother -Ouch. I can't believe he's into cufflinks. He's become such a dandy. I have a definite weak spot for when people are short on cash and they absolutely most have something or in Jonnie's case want something. There's been lots of family related stress this week. It may have something to do with the fact that we are all going to be spending the next couple of days together in Georgia. The last time we all went away was in 1998. My parents are flying seperately, and I'm going with my brother on Tuesday. Hopefully we will boogie in proper southern fashion. The reason we are flying to Gerogia is that Josh is graduating from Ranger school which is pretty bad ass. My brother jumps out of helicopters and gets thrown into places where he's forced to hunt down his own food for survival. And people complain when their out of DP in the fridge he has to huck rocks at condors so he can roast them over an open flame. I don't know if he actually eats birds but he does something I could never do. Depsite that I'm absolutley proud of him. It's a shame I never get to see him because he is probably one of the single most ridiculously enthusiac people I've ever known. If you ever spend time with him driving he will demonstrate on his steering wheel the multi uses and that while it is indeed a steering it is also a fully functioning guitar/bass/drumkit/piano/turntable/mic. And while in the past he has been known to blast multitudes of ear shredding AC/DC and REO Speedwagon he once threw his fist right through the windshield in a rock n roll fit -which of course disrupted driving conditions for the Jeepasaurus rex( aptly titled adjective for his old red Jeep). Enough sibling praise I need to work out or something I'm crippled from sitting here way too long.

More like iSuck

It's annoying when you're throwing a party and all of sudden everything is so quiet .. silence. You go rushing over to the dock and at first you think did somebody steal this. The ipod of course is frozen. Silently you mouth WTF?? And then you have to announce "sorry, guys the music is toast." If this has happened to anyone before. I assure you it just needs some alone time on the charger and its golden. Keep it out of sun light though, and don't ask any questions. It works.

And if it doesn't... it's safe to scream in a crowded room ipod? More like isuck.

(that was terrible guys)

Say whaaa?

Last nights episode made me want to vomit.

And whats the deal with this photo?

ps. I really don't feel like returning the bag of coffee that I bought yesterday. I can't help that it tastes like cardboard and burning hair. That is the second item I bought yesterday and had to return. Weird? and the second bag of coffee this Fall that was burnt like turds.

"A decade of hot dogs, large mammals, and independent rock"

This is awesome. I believe the artists name is Nagi who also does a line of deleriously cute Manimal stuff animals. Apparantly they are rocking the shit in different parts of the world. I'll save that for another blog though. Whenever I come across a ridiculously talented Artist - aside from the silent praise, unfortunately I also start to think about how I've wasted the last 5 years in Art. Now, wait a second thats not a jab at the years I've spent with people or necesarily everything I've done. Its not to say that I wasn't happy either with a million different other aspects of my life. It's strictly in a production sense. And sometimes I think its not a big deal either, actually most of the time its just a "hey you should be working harder". Which got me to thinking about the artist Jay Ryan. I'm paraphrasing this but the idea that came from reading these articles was that in College Jay Ryan ran into problems finishing work. This stressed him out for obvious reasons and his instructor had told him to keep a sketch book, draw everyday regardless of quality. This I might add is very helpful to anyone who wants to draw. The idea is that by exercising your talents great ideas develope from these unfinished sketches. Perfection is not key, the ideas getting across are. This goes for writing and music too. The moral coming from this breif message is to forget about the finished product.

FORGET IT.

Now, all I have to do is quite my ADD tendency and we're gold.

The Bird Machine will acquaint or reacquaint any your needs concerning Jay Ryan's work!

By the Bookies Have One too Many Kidnies.

Do you ever have those days where you're certain that the world has gone absolutely mad? And you cannot seem to smoothly meet eye to eye with anyone around you?

And you wonder -is it me? Do I have BO or something?

And then you realize, its not you. And that the deadliest of BO's doesn't even deserve this kind of reaction. Work is probably the most simple thing to get through in my life roughly speaking considering its not brain surgery. I give people drinks, and smile -with the exception of a few snotty customers, I can't complain. And normally people will sympathize and say "its cool you had a bad day customers can be real jerks" but this isn't really gripe.

Since Oct. I've put up with some unmentionable co-workers. And some who have been there maybe 2 months tops (I've been there since Oct.) -=will literally call me out in front of customers on purpose because for whatever reason they have control issues. Some one named Mr. Banana was talking to a regular by saying "yeah its hot in here with these long black collared shirts" that statement is fine by itself. However Mr. Banana follows it up by saying in the snidest voice ," yeah, like she (referring to myself) is wearing a black short sleeve shirt but we're not suppose to." He fakely exchange chuckles with the customer. As you can imagine, this infuriates me. Because we're allowed to wear short sleeves regardless of our Handbook and I didn't do anything to warrant this comment to begin with. And this is after MB has told me what to do all day (not a manager) consistently corrects me on how drinks are made or how many pumps go into a mocha or whatever else is on our menu. Mr. Banana will correct me while I'm making this in front of customers. And say that doesn't have 3 pumps it has 2.5. This makes the customer look at me funny. Sometimes he's right. but I pride myself on making good drinks with out being so precise all the time. No one has ever told me this drink taste bad because there was 3 pumps instead of 2.5 pumps. All a drink needs is a little love not a measuring glass with a fucking magnifying glass taped to it. Its not like I'm mixing acid with other explosives.

Mr. Banana also likes to state that he doesn't like opening by himself somedays. And that can be aggravating, understandibly. And Mr. Banana says "I can do it barely but I'll do it, and so can person B and well, you? You're getting close to it." And this is only a few examples -I'm breezing over about 50 remarks I've heard him say to me all week. I laugh it off always, and say stuff like "yeah, thats great and all but I do it this way. Thanks." He doesn't know whether I'm kidding or not but I'm dead serious.
Meanwhile, the staff is required to give on the spots from time to time. I have recently recieved 2 of them and I get points off for not pushing the rewards cards far enough. Its bad enough that I have to ask questions but once they say no after I've said politely "do you want to start one" I leave it at that, and I catch flack for not coninvcing them further? Not to mention another person in charge who is actually a really cool person marked me down for not saying hello in the first 5 seconds when he did an on the spot for me. He nicely says, "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to mark you down for that" what a dick move. I confidently thought he wouldn't be a stickler like that. I am just so fed up,with bending my back over for people who correct me for dumb instances or aren't listening to a word I say. Or in Mr. Banana Cakies case will not shut up about the minor details of his utterly boring life expecting astute attention from everyone surrounding him meanwhile he cuts everyone off incessantly. I never met a person as patronizing as him either. Every word out of his mouth is a correction or some long drawn out explanation (kind of like this one) but about something as simple as the process it takes to brew a batch of coffee.

I am quitting right before New Years, I'ma be in South Carolina, anyway. I realize this seems dramatic but this kind of junk never happened at the other place I use to work at in Springfield. Plus it should be a job to enjoy and not to correct people for not being perfect. And I could write an entire book on more stuff I've been witnessing. I don't even want to get into CRAZY EYES either according to CE "the scedule is not about being fair".

Maybe I've just turned into a mondo douche bag but I'm pretty sure no one in that store gets my work ethic. And if anything co-workers should be in cahoots with jackass customers rather the other way around. I normally wouldn't care but I'm convinced the entire store is operating like this.

It's absolutely nuts.

Fiction Is the Poor Man's Cinema

No, no seriously I was dragging ass today. I can't wait to see my brother in Georgia. It will be a night to remember. And that sounded mildly incestous. Cut it out.

Argh, take a bite out of that dupable peoples!

One long fragmented sentence describing my current state: I'm going to Georgia, work is unfair, spanish 2 is not all that its cracked up to be, some really nice girl at work quit today, my partner in crime is bonkers. Thats code for co-worker. End of story.

Doubts

I hate to say this, but I do not like the format of my blogger account.

I kind of miss the other ball and chain at the dreaded (but secretly loved) myspace - this just doesn't feel like something I'd do. In fact it feels unatural. Plus I'm pretty sure I didn't tell anyone the address to this which means no one reads this. And I mean no one. And now this is where I turn to myself and say Sarah?? Stop typing.

To anyone that may stumble upon this in the next 50 or so years is it just me or is it that everytime one types on this nutso thing that there is a massive delay inadvertently screwing up everything that is typed?

work all day

All day as I was working I kept thinking about ridiculously successful musicians.

And I thought about their lives and I couldn't help but wonder other than the fact that they constantly tour (breaking the monotony), they have legions of adoring fans -well not all of them some are publicly humilated on a regular basis ie. Michael Jackson* , many of them make more money a night than I have made in all 7 years work experience, and almost all of them are applauded for complete and total disobendianece toward society.

Some of these performers will sell more records by pulling their pants down in public (Marky Mark anyone? or how about that jack ass Steve-o? And he's not even a rockstar), and almost all them are encouraged to be a total lush all day/night. And they even bang a different head a night and some how we find this even more appealing? Iggy Pop fucked 13 year olds and had a repuation to make women cry but he was still/is a sexual icon.

I'm not singling out Iggy I'm a fan of his music and their are many seriously talented hardworking people trying to create an honest living through music and insist on keeping normal std free lifestyles but what I don't understand is that yes, even bad publicity sells records and sometimes even more so, and this obviously makes the music industry very happy money bloated hippos (that was kind of lame).

However, this kind of behavior when "regular" members of society start to mirroring this
-people get cold hard slaps on the wrists. For example if I decided to go out, get drunk and jump into a christmas tree in a public place. I may just get kicked out of where ever I was and that's on a good day. Now, I understand voluntarily jack knifing it into some pine needles is asking for some security to come waltzing over . But if I was Kiefer Sutherland going on the road making a documentary about Tom Morello's rock band, I'd get paid and a TV special on VH1.

Okay may be that's a little harsh but seriously, I'm not saying Keifer Sutherland shouldn't be doing such nonsense -the guy is loaded, and although that doesn't excuse it he is probably living out his dream. I can personally forgive Ace. Which brings me to my thought from earlier today and quite possibly my point, I was trying to make in the first place. At work I've been getting shafted, as are a few other really hard working people. And today was god-awful working wise -there is something undeniably yuppie about the surrounding demographic in ye old Brinton Lake shopping arena.

And I couldn't help but think why should I care enough to get mad about careless people? Lets hypothedically put Keifer Sutherland or even better (maybe worse) Iggy Pop in a borders enviroment working before they were famous and they're were not pushing Rewards cards once people already said no I doubt Iggy would give a shat about whether or not this was happening? He'd just get pissd and make Raw Power. And kiefer's case be a vampire in The Lost Boys (i realize he'd been in many movies before that but it was the fist that came to mind.)

I realize my life is abosolutely 100% nothing like Iggy Pop's or Ace's and never will I try to replicate theirs. I've got breasts . Nor do I think this is even a valid argument. I just find it interesting that we allow for some (famous) to act out but not others (cilivians) for saying nay to the law. You'd think if we idolize such recklessly in the people we pay to see we'd give the rest of the world a break from time to time for not giving a damn about what we should and should not do.


That was redonk.

*MJster is most definitly wacko.

Sasquatch strikes at Midnight

I only wish I could paint like this.

I'm not not sure how to delete stuff. And I do not, I repeat do not know if I am sticking with this account. Why? Because I'm a goob for quiting myspace, and then strarting one of these.

should i?

bother to go to work tonight?

-i heard these exact words "the scedules not about being fair"

-they made me work on my birthday.

-they wouldn't let me leave early yesterday to see my best friend in the HOSPITAL.