there's this new-ish thing in friendster, where it has a top ten list of the movies people in your network of friends like the most.

i love that it's very, very specific. like instead of just saying "the royal tennenbaums", it says "the royal tennenbaums first edition special collectors shit criterion gold plated supercharged terrorist-beating purple widescreen dvd".

if i were in a band, it would be called applecoremonkeyskull.

oh and p.s., at this party i got hit on by a highschool boy.

yes, that would be the second time in less than a year.

i'm... flattered?

so that beach party was pretty sweet.

got there around 11:30am, and danielle and her friend ken were already there, surfing. they hadn't been able to get a firepit near where they told everyone to show up, so i went out scouting. apparently there was some big fat camping extravaganza going on at the beach last weekend... couple that with it being one of the last weekends before school starts, and you get every single pit being staked out already. so i started asking around with the people that had pits around us, and found out that another high school marching band had a couple of pits like right there. a little sweet talking on behalf of myself and my sis danielle, and the bonfire portion of the party was taken care of.

chaperoning was pretty great, especially being completely over the top about it, yelling about how they better keep putting on sunscreen every five minutes, stop standing so close together do you wanna get the clap, and before you go back in the water when was the last time you ate something? you better eat some chips, then sit down for 45 minutes.

one of the girls got rescued by a lifeguard, because apparently she'd swum out too far and the current was really strong that day or something... she was all jazzed because her lifeguard was hot, and the lifeguard someone else had later that day for the same reason was just old.

somewhere along the line that afternoon, i had to use the facilities, if you know what i mean. (i had to pee, if you don't) so i head over to the bathroom building. and each little room has this plaque outside the door that says "unisex restroom". someone had come by and picked letters off of each sign so they all now read "sex room". so glad i thought to bring the disposable camera.

josh came by a couple of times and hung out in the parking lot with me when things were slow for him... i love it when i'm headin over to talk to him and people ask "hey, what's going on why're the cops here". and nothing's going on, we're really just talking about this guy's mullet that just walked by or how fat i am. good times, good times. we hit the jack in the crack after he got outta work and it was just kinda cool hanging out with my sisters and their friends.

had planned to stay at this swingin party until 10 when the beach closes, but nature had other plans. josh and i were hanging out, just sittin on a towel about 30 feet back from where the water was hitting... he lays back and i turn around, now sitting with my back to the water. and about 2 minutes after this a huge wave came by and soaked us. which would've been fine if it was still daylight. but it was like 8, it was dark, and it was freaking freezing. we tried to stick it out for a while by the bonfire, but no go, still cold, so i relinquished my chaperoning duties and we took off.

so yeah - pretty cool day and crap. stay tuned for the release of the applecoremonkeyskull!!!

aw crap, i had the best sentence to put here, at the start of the post, and then poof, it was gone like a prom dress.

speaking of high school, today i'm gonna be one of the chaperones at a high school beach party. yes, that's right, i will be one of the responsible adults going on beer runs for the kiddies. it'll be just like working at blockbuster.

not that i ever went on beer runs for the underage kids at work so they could have a few in the stockroom during their breaks.

cuz renting videos to people while intoxicated would be irresponsible.

something i could never be a part of.

anywho, before i got all sidetracked... should be good times. my little sisters and their friends are neato. applecoremonkeyskull.

so you know how i've never seen goonies? ever? and for a while it was just because i'd never seen it, and then i decided the looks people gave when they found that out was priceless and that i would never ever see it just so i could get that incredulous stare and the "HOLY CRAP YOU'VE NEVER SEEN GOONIES, YOU COMMUNIST BASTARD?!?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU DID YOU GROW UP IN THE BOTTOM OF A WELL???" (apologies to baby jessica)

i had a point. the point is, i dropped off goonies at the video store this morning.

yes, i watched it.
yes, i liked it.
no, i didn't inhale.

the other night josh mentioned renting it and i'm all "okay, sure". i like this boy quite a lot, so my vendetta against classic 80s movies that i've never seen was put on hold. and i'm kinda glad i watched it, cuz it was nothing like i pictured. meanning i thought it'd be hella gay, and it turned out to be pretty cool.

i can't really remember what else i was gonna write about. it was probably lame. i'm gonna go look up ron perlman on friendster before getting in the shower.

if you know what's good for you, you'll go lookit gama go's new stuff and buy me one of everything. or at least the space girl messenger bag.

more on this gripping story as it develops. i'm off to drink myself silly. which will most likely mean just one beer and then sleep, glorious sleep.

and just for the sake of writing it down, sorta a note to self type thing:
applecoremonkeyskull.

i'm not saying i'm even near coming up with ideas for what the new site's gonna look like, but it's a start at least...

here's the letter my old high school latin teacher wrote to the paper. you gotta register for the website to get to the page, and you gotta scroll down to the one called "mad about the geeks"... it's kinda cool to know that harding's still around. she was neat.

add the word dynamite to the list of words that i can never spell right on the first shot.

also, i know you've been waiting with baited breath for this, but my gama-go ebay shirt finally got here and i'm wearing it now and feeling all super-hot and crap oh yeah you know it.

also, i love how the acne always kicks into high gear when i'm kinda stressed out. love it. love it. more on the whys and hows and maybe the outcome of all this later.

and all kidding aside, i saw a guy on the corner today just yelling and gesticulating at cars. i think it was religious type stuff. i hope it was religious type stuff rather than, say, anti-racial epithets. but it got me wondering... what happens to a brain, what series of occurances happens, what day-old burrito does one have to eat to make one just stop on the street corner and start yelling at strangers driving by? i kind of wanted to go up to him and try and have a conversation on it. but the fear that i might be hacked to bits with a sharpened bible helped me keep walking down the street to my car instead.

hey kiddies, the word of the evening is "napoleon dynamite". you go check out that crap now and plan on getting me the dvd for xmas. or suffer the consequences!!!

what else has been going on... i put a hole in my kitchen wall while trying to hang something, did i already tell you about that? oh fuck i did? well then i got nothin, i'm goin to bed.

bob mathers for lyfe! bff!

and just in case you wanna spend some bucks on cool doodles, s.britt's got pen and ink drawings for sale on his website, go check it out! i forget what the link was, but i'm sure i put it under artsy sites to your left. sooooo lazy.

p.s., wonders never cease, danielle's started writing again. you should read it cuz it's a good read and you can gaze in wonderment at my coolest web design work ever. cuz it's all about me, you understand.

i had stuff to say... really i did...

i'm kinda slow sometimes, or maybe my oven's just cranky, but after about 20 some-odd tries i finally got the thing to work and cookies were made this afternoon. i kinda really dig the new place. i just wish there were more electrical outlets, and that picking out a bed was a little easier... there's just too much cool stuff at ikea. ploptacular.

also of note... on a whim last week i went and looked up the wigwam motel, because i've always wanted to go there. i have no idea what city it's in, what's around there to see, but it just sounds cool, you know? like pancake circus cool. and apparently part of its charm has been destroyed... they've remodeled and according to one of the websites i saw, they're quite proud that they've gotten rid of the "do it in a teepee" sign. *sigh*

i ran around doing errands today, but i don't feel like i really did anything of importance... can't believe tomorrow's monday already. where the fuck did the weekend go, is what i wanna know. also, i wanna know, what you're thinkin, tell me what's on your mind i wanna know what you're thinking there are some things you can't hide. i probably butchered those lyrics but good, right?

oh shit! bob mathers is at the door!

i've had my printer for like 2 years now. am i a dork for just throwing away the box today?

so, my friends... ann's never been to ikea.

this changes tomorrow. we're gonna do things up right and go walk around for hours and hours and then eat open-faced shrimp sandwiches and swedish meatballs just like abba would.

in other news, the concert the other night was good - while a lot of country may not be my bag baby, live music always is and some country is pretty cool i hate to say. why do we hate to admit things like liking country a little? why do birds suddenly appear every time i poop? crazy mysteries of the world, you know? anyhow, highlights included the crazy fringe shirt on some old biddy a few rows up, drinkin beers, almost wetting myself because my wrestler name should be el thimbo bladdo, and the running commentary during the show. it has been decided that josh and i will someday quit our jobs and become concert efficiency experts, revolutionizing the system with midgets wearing jetpacks.

and i'm out - kill bill 2000 beckons and crap! pow!

y'all will still love me if i maybe go to an alan jackson concert tonight, right?

no eggs on my door, no peeling out from the street near my window when i turn out the light later? no burning bags of poo on my doorstep?

i always get these days when everything feels so awkward - i get all self-conscious and think everyone thinks i'm lame, and i get a little sad, maudlin even, and frustrated with myself because i maybe don't feel so normal lately... like i'm less party fun steph? i dunno. i just feel awkward lately.

but maybe that's what they call p.m.s...

purple monkey syndrome?
punks make snowcones?
park maybe someday?
pork means sex?
plop mukluk sloopy?
pink monitors suck?

dude, this little heat wave needs to stop post haste and i hardly believe that kraft mac n cheese is really the official dinner of major league soccer. something tells me those dudes are probably eating way healthier stuff than noods and powdered cheese packets.

so i went to target tonight and they had a cool little air blower thingie that successfully inflated my hugeass floaty bed in under five minutes! unfortunate, cuz if it took over thirty i think they'd have given me pizza. mmmmmm, 'za. i'm a little annoyed that the place is as dark as it is.. i bought one of those lights with the three lightbulb holders in it cuz i figured that'd make the place blow up in a blaze of glorious light (or just a blaze of glory at least), but it only really makes a difference in that tiny corner of room...

but i do have a big fat crazy inflatable bed for the next month or so and that is hilarious good times. it feels kinda like a waterbed.

michelle and joe were watching kill bill 2 when i left their place tonight, and it was just after the wedding rehearsal, where sam jackson's the organ player, and it got me laughing all over again about his mutual fundin' money. love it.

some things i've learned this weekend...

1) this morning i needed a shower. i mean bad. i smelled like homeless. but i hadn't yet gotten a shower curtain. i think to myself "how much does a shower curtain really do, anyways?" and got into the shower, promising to myself that i'd get one later today.

what i learned from doing this is that when you don't have a shower curtain, and you take a shower anyways... it's kind of like inviting all of your friends to your bathroom, and you have each one of them dump five gallons of water on your floor.

2) you can't really expect to be able to blow up a full-size inflatable mattress with a bicycle pump, no matter how cool those visions of having a huge bed that doubles as a floation device in case of a water landing. the water in question probably being from some dumbass thinking they could get around the "Buy a Shower Curtain for Your Tub Before Showering in it" rule.

3) sopping wet laundry weighs about 500 times more than dry or even damp just-out-of-a-working-washing-machine laundry.

4) moving is sweaty, annoying, sometimes lonely but also sorta fun work.

5) builders in the 1930s or 40s really didn't believe in having electrical outlets in convenient places. like the kitchen. there's one in the dining area... so when i bake or even make toast i gotta run an extension cord from that!??! gay. hella gay. there's also only one phone jack, in the dining area, meaning dining area is now computer room/artsy fartsy area.

6) if you have a hot hot superhot computer (meaning fast, not stolen... but maybe it's that, too), then dialup feels almost as fast as being on web at work. i love it.

7) (and possibly the most important thing i learned all weekend...) ron perlman's in police academy 7.

okay... i can't believe rick james is dead.

i mean, i believe it. but he's rick james, bitch!

damn, yo it's been a crazy couple of days!

got to work late cuz of a flat tire yesterday morning... coulda been worse though, cuz i found the flat before i actually started driving...

moved a bunch of shit into the new place, had some good time pizza and disco record fun with josh and ann and chris...

and then work's been crazy insane busy and shit...

and cheers to jenn for her new job! that tramp's got a purpose now!!

okay i'm out. later taters.

okay, there's this chick at work who's always small-talkin everyone, and i was at the clipboard signing out and she's commenting on "how fast the workweek's going, whoooo, it's already tuesday, tomorrow's wednesday, you know, humpday..."

and yes. i'm one of those people that doesn't think about humpday as being the midpoint of the week, the top of the hill you gotta get over to get to friday. when i was a kid and i heard the morning djs say hump day, i always thought, you know, that they were calling it that kind of hump day.

so when this older, reserved small-talky lady mentioned how tomorrow was humpday, it made me shudder a little. and maybe throw up a little, too.

also, they sure don't ask for much info to turn on utilities... even if the utilities are still turned on at the place and it's in someone else's name. shouldn't they ask for proof that the last person really moved or something? what does this mean to you the general public? i'm gonna start calling utilities and telling em to shut off the power at random addresses around town. just wanted to let you know.