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July 31, 2005

Home.

So, I was able to convince Jason, JoLynn and Charles to come with Keaton and I back to Tahlequah for a day of floating a night of camping at War Eagle.

I'm still recovering. It was fun. And I got burned. And they all loved it. Maybe more later.

I got a slight sunburn, and I still kinda smell like river, so I'm going to go shower and nap. Again.

Posted by Courtney at 07:58 PM | Comments (5)

July 30, 2005

ugh.

First off, to the guy that bumped into me and said "I'm sorry" then proceeded to grab my ass and hang on like it was a life preserver, Fuck You.

Oh my god, I danced my ass off. I don't think that's happened since...umm...Spectacle when the old church on Classen was known as Sanctuary.

I went into tonight thinking I was going to have a bad time. That I'd spent too long in "the scene" and then too much time away to enjoy it anymore. That I wouldn't know anyone and would feel left out. And I was completely wrong.

Aside from FINALLY! saying Hi to Bucho when I saw him (I saw him at Chron's party a few months ago, but never said anything), I also got to meet a lot of awesome people from Edward's circle, plus got to know a couple of the other guys from work a little better. And these Newman and Murphy charachters are definitely keepers. But above all, I got to spend a lot of time with Edward's girlfriend Val. Absolutely beautiful, and we have a lot of odd things in common. She was fun to talk to and we both took off ahead of the guys and spent some time talking and in desperate searches for a QT and more bottled water.

On the other hand, I saw Scott from the very beginning and never went up or said hi or anything. It was really very weird. We were walking up to the door and Edward immediately runs over and says hi. I waved very slightly to acknowledge him, but that was it. Partly, I feel bad about it, partly I don't even think he noticed. I saw him at random other points and still kept my distance. With as alike as we are, we're both extremely different in outward personality, and that has lead to us being drawn to 2 very different crowds. The truth is, I guess, I really felt that he wouldn't want me running up and talking to him while he was with those friends. He never tried to say hi to me either though. Maybe I just shouldn't worry. I just feel like a shitty friend now.

Somewhere, just north of the Uptown, is a giant inflated rubber ducky with sunglasses. I stopped traffic trying to get a good look at it.

And now it's almost 3. I am not packed for camping. My car has not been cleaned out. And we have to be at Jason's by 7am.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Posted by Courtney at 02:42 AM | Comments (3)

July 27, 2005

Respekt.

404 :

The one. The only. The Enemy. This is the man that got me into dnb. This is the guy that's gotten me to drive hours on a holiday weekend for an hour long set. I've streamed a random set from a guy in Germany over and over until I could rip one of his songs that both of us had lost. If I have one current true music fanatacism and one person or act out there that I have to see at all costs, it's motherfucking EVOL INTENT. And not just because I'm AJ's most annoying fan (since Flatlinerz). Because the music is fucking fantastic and oh so dirty. Unfortunately, there's no way I can ever convince him to go back back back in time and play Battle of Broken July.

I only have one question, what's with this Tulsa, OK native shit? No love for Wewoka? No love for Okmulgee? Fayettenam? Boh? ;)

The Enemy of Evol Intent, Atlanta Georgia, Renegade Hardware, Outbreak, Evol Intent Recordings. Genre: Death inhibiting dark Drum and Bass

The evöl voice of all that is dark in drum and bass rings true with villains; The Enemy, Knick, and Gigantor, collectively known as Evol Intent. Evol Intent began in late 2000 when Knick and Gigantor started producing tracks at college in Tuscaloosa, AL. Soon after, Knick and Gigantor met up with Tulsa, OK native the Enemy and the triad of Evol was complete and immediately making a name for themselves on the worldwide circuit. With several successful record releases, selling thousands of copies all over the world! We are very proud to bring The Enemy back to the City of Fountains!

Signal of Robot Death Squad, Baltimore Maryland, Cabal Recordings, Freestyle Recordings, Salvage Recordings, Moving Shadow, Shady brain Recordings, and http://www.wxp3d.com (Xbox) Genre: Neuro Funk, Dark finger licken DnB!

Robot Death Squad has swiftly moved to the forefront of the global Drum & Bass scene as one of the hottest new up and comers of 2005, with a slew of releases lined up for such labels as Covert Operations, Moving Shadow, Salvage Recordings, just to name a few. Their brand of Drum & Bass spans from an eclectic background of tastes, ranging from the melodic, to the aggressive, to the deepest realms of futuristic funk. Recently featured in the XBOX game Greg Hastings Tournament Paintball, the RDS are making a huge dent in the World, driven by a fierce ambition. Be sure to expect a plethora of devastating artillery to be unleashed with no restraint by the Signal of the Robot Death Squad

Danny Maze Hypnophobia, Omaha, Genre: Hardest house this side of Leavenworth

Timid 4 Corners, K.C., Genre: Happycore till your sore

Sigma Tonz of Fun, www.leetradio.com, K.C., Genre: Bass beats to move your feets

Please No Bad Vibes
Please No Drugs
Please No Alcohol

Admission: $10 w/ 2 canned goods, $12 w/o canned goods
Canned goods will be donated to: Kansas City Harvesters
Info Line: 816-516-5345 directions night of event only
Viva La P.L.U.R.!

You can find the front of the flyer here.

Posted by Courtney at 08:46 PM | Comments (0)

Thanks for listening.

You know, it never ceases to amaze me how wonderful my friends are; and how sometimes, they can understand what I still can't come to terms with. I suddenly feel 190lbs lighter.

Jason and I went out tonight. We rocked a little, rolled a little, and got totally giggly over the short dude who fronts Local Stranger. Let me tell you, their ass kicking song made me want to kick no ass. However, if I was wearing socks, panties or any of the other assorted items other than bra, tshirt, jeans, they would have been rocked off by One Degree Difference. No lie.

And now, maybe this will make more sense.

I'm coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibi
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I never...
I never...
I never...

Posted by Courtney at 01:08 AM | Comments (0)

July 25, 2005

43 places

So last night, I started putting together my 43 places. 43 places is a sister site if you will to 43 things, which I link over <--- there. While making lists of stuff you want to do is by no means a new idea, I really like these sites. All it does is give me ideas and wants a place to put them, when I might otherwise easily forget the dream.

Now, the sad backstory. My family never traveled. My dad traveled. He pretty much fed us with Bass Master winnings for a few years while he went all over with his Quantum and Shakespeare 10lb. line. After that, he traveled for his job with the housing authority, always to native friendly places like Albuquerque or Hawaii. But as a family? Never. Once he and my mom took me to Silver Dollar City. I was 4. We never had an actual vacation. There was never really a reason, especially since my mom got summers off with the rest of us. It wasn't like we needed the time together, and well, I never knew what was out there that I was missing.

So, here I am. I'm 21. I've never seen a mountain. I've never really seen the ocean. I've been to Dallas a few times, Austin twice. I guess this is the farthest east I've ever stayed, aside from that 72 hour trip to Parris Island and back to get Sam. The farthest west I've ever been is probably Oklahoma City. I have this little midwest block that I've never gotten out of. The airport here is the farthest north I've ever been. Aside from the aforementioned trips to Texas, the furthest south was Stigler.

I've got to fucking get out more.

So, who's coming with me to Denver? I don't know when. I don't know how. I just want to go. Anywhere. For the love of God, someone show me a mountain.

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Also, I really hate editing my entries, but I just fucking realized that fucking
MINUS THE FUCKING BEAR is going to be at the granada in September. The 12th! This was after Mike messaged me after work to inform me the Kills will be playing there September 15th. $9 tickets to Minus the Bear. And they're playing with Thunderbirds Are Now! I'm so fucking excited! OMG! I never thought I'd get to see them. This is also a couple weeks before the Mates of States concert there

le pant. le heave. Yay! September is looking up. Especially since the most awesome girl in the world is planning on a visit. How much mayhem can I get into with a 17 year old in tow? Plenty. Trust me.

Try to get some rest,
count backward from ten.
You've gone too long without sleep
I know you won't rest stressed, so give up, just give up.

And don't say no to pills,
Ativan won't kill.

You said, 'My life's like a bad movie,'
And I said, 'It's true of all us.'
You said, you said, 'I've got to wake up so fucking early,'
And I said, 'Maybe the directors turned on us.'

Outside the five sounds like the ocean,
relax, don't keep your eyes open.
Don't look at the clock,
your brain will never stop.

You said, 'My life's like a bad movie,'
And I said, 'That's true of all us.'
You said, you said, 'I've got to wake up so fucking early,'
And I said, 'Maybe the directors turned on us.'

Don't say no to pills,
Ativan won't kill.

Posted by Courtney at 10:36 PM | Comments (2)

July 24, 2005

It all goes back to Y!

So, after Adam and Scott have spent so much time talking it up, I think I'll finally use the Flickr account I got over a year ago for something useful. I think I'm going to throw all my camera phone pics over there.

The Flickr Uploadr hasn't worked for me yet. Maybe if I do my monthly reboot it will.

First order of business, make "internet superstar" tag for every pic with Adam in it.

Posted by Courtney at 03:19 AM | Comments (0)

July 23, 2005

little of this...

digitalblarjuice: we went to this place called power play tonight.
Harmonee3009: mmhmm
digitalblarjuice: big arcade type place
digitalblarjuice: and they had a glow in the dark minature golf course.
Harmonee3009: *gasp*
digitalblarjuice: well there was this squiggly L shaped course...i hit it...it hit the edge on the back side, flipped out of bounds, bounced up against a wall, off my friend patrick's leg and right into the hole...hole in one.
Harmonee3009: LMAO
Harmonee3009: i adore thee
digitalblarjuice: it was the most awesome move ever.
Harmonee3009: that makes me want to cry it is so awesome
digitalblarjuice: only i could hit a ball out of bounds, on a wall and against someone for the perfect swing.
Harmonee3009: you're just that gifted
digitalblarjuice: or retarded.

Posted by Courtney at 01:00 AM | Comments (3)

July 21, 2005

*leeeee sigh*

Awww. Awesome.

Posted by Courtney at 05:42 PM | Comments (4)

July 20, 2005

pimp?

So, Jason just stumped me.

"who, the question is, is the attentionpimp??"

The world may never know.

And seriously friends, how did I ever forget about Digable Planets?

Posted by Courtney at 11:13 PM | Comments (0)

July 17, 2005

Same sand, different vagina

THIS WEEK IN PICTURES! Rawr!

So, Friday night's lame attempt at a social life for the local Binge Drinker's 913 was a party at Jason's since Francie is running west. Beautiful girl, that Francie.

It's been awhile, and I think we all realized why. With each party, our alcohol intake goes up. And the next thing you know, I'm dancing with JoLynn to Come on Eileen, Adam is reciting emails I sent him 3 years ago word for word, Jason gets covered in socks and boxers, I fall asleep cuddled with Charles on a couch, my attention whore cred was put into question by Sarah and well...I don't even want to know what happened in that room.

I started off the night with a brand new bottle of Ten and some take out sushi. A philly roll, spicy salmon roll, a glass of gin with lime juice and we were rolling, or something. I think I kinda floated around with some form of gin in a red cup (Hi OMA!) until 2AM. I still haven't learned my lesson about JoLynn making my drinks for me.

Adam brought the glowsticks and the most awesome ipod playlist ever (Superdiscount Remix of Honest Mistake? Win!) which provided for the equivalent of every chill room at every OKC party I've attended.

People played Assault, and Mr. Wagner so kindly became the cinematographer for the evening, capturing such gems as people passed out on the driveway and superstars dancing on their knees. After trying to listen to the soundtrack to the most awesome movie ever (thanks again!) in his car and being annoyed (and ignored, fucker), Scott went home and everyone else divided up the rooms and crashed for the night. You know it's a hell of a night when 6 people spend the night. I woke up the next morning to Sonja sneezing on me in order to get me to let her out. I downed a red bull and came home to sleep through Final Destination on Sci Fi.

Last night, Keaton, Jon, Nathan, Josh, Emily (hereby known as local Emily or Josh's gf) and myself headed out to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory which was just totally fucking awesome. My favorite part of the book was left out, the square candies that turn round. However it included the nut room, complete with trained squirrels, which more than made the movie. The Oompa Loompahs are what really stole the show. Johnny Depp did a wonderful job playing the eccentric (Ed Wood gave him enough practice) and I held a slight at the quick rememberance of Edward Scissorhands. It was very very obvious that the characteristics of Wonka were based on Michael Jackson, right down to the giddy small giggle. I honestly can't wait to buy this movie.

Alas, today is lazy day, where Keaton is playing Battlefield Vietnam and I'm just waiting for tonight when we're gonna go head out to see Wedding Crashers. It's going to be a slow next week in preparation for the following weekend when we're going to Chaos Theory on the 29th and camping on the 30th. I'm going to need to sell an organ to keep up.

BTW - Everyone back in Tulsa that was able to catch Frankie Bones on Friday night I'm really really jealous. If I would have known he was going to be up for free the next night at Rehab, I would have been down instantly. I heard everyone rocked it old school. Luckily, looks like Drumaddic will be up for Chaos Theory. God I miss the Tulsa kids.

Posted by Courtney at 03:28 PM | Comments (0)

July 14, 2005

Too much awesome.

There was entirely too much awesome in my life last weekend, so I've spent all week being completely fucking annoyingly depressed and bored.

But alas, Friday is here again.

I'd give anything for a gin & tonic and to watch the sun rise again though.

Posted by Courtney at 11:15 PM | Comments (0)

July 13, 2005

Fewd.

I don't know if any of you can relate, but I really fucking miss The Mont. I need me a blue plate special.

The Mont > Eskimo Joe's.

Posted by Courtney at 07:38 PM | Comments (1)

July 10, 2005

¿Que Onda?

***this week in pictures***

I feel so rundown. It was a long weekend. I feel really bad about missing the casino night last night, but I still felt hungover around 1am after having no food all day. A couple of naps, some bluegrass Metallica covers and a Carlito's Way viewing later and I finally crashed out somewhere near 6:30.

I quit Dillard's.

I've got an interview in 2 hours with Border's.

I went to Scott's right after I woke up yesterday, so I still smell like strippers, smoke and sex. I've really got to brush my teeth and shower now.

Sleeping on the sidewalk with a Burger King Crown! Qué Onda Guero is my summer anthem, for sure.

And now you all should be aware, Scott knows how to stuff a wild bikini.

Here comes the vegetable man in the
vegetable van with the horn that's honking
like a mariachi band in the middle of the street
people gather around put a dollar in the can
ay wey, qué onda? tj cowboys hang around
sleeping on the side walk with a burger king
crown never wake them up mas cerveza till
the rooster crows vatos vergallos

Qué onda guero?
Qué onda guero?

Mano blancos roll with crowbars sing
rancheras on cheap guitars abuelitas with
plastic bags walking to church with their
spanish candles dirty boracho says "qué putas?
andelay joto, your popsicles melting"
run better run da doo run run in the midnight sun

Guero where you going? Qué onda guero?
rampart boys with loaded rifles guatemalan
soccer ball instant replays mango ladies
vendedoras at a bus stop
sing a banda macho chorus

qué onda guero?

a donde

vayas?

Posted by Courtney at 11:56 AM | Comments (0)

July 09, 2005

Dear Diary

I have been a very very Very Bad Girl.

Now someone give me some Tylenol.

Posted by Courtney at 04:56 PM | Comments (0)

July 08, 2005

Turquoise Hexagon Sun

So. Did I tell you all I finally got the idea I've been waiting for years to think up?

Well I did. And it's dark. And it's dirty. And it will have lots of unnecessary graphical sex. Time for Courtney to start writing.

Also, I'm quitting Dillard's. Soon. As in the 15th.

I applied at Border's last night.

Why didn't I realize from the beginning I was more of a Border's kinda girl?

Posted by Courtney at 01:29 PM | Comments (2)

July 06, 2005

...until the day I die...

Before I get into my day, I just want to say that yesterday was the 22nd birthday of one Emily Couch. I sent her a text message since I was away from all other communication, but I just wanted to say again - HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I LOVE YOU!

Now...

Just got finished eating my first, and only, meal of the day. Got in from the Cake / Weezer concert, and it was fantastic. A very special thanks to Lazlo and Suzi and the whole COL who had an awesome VIP tent with a great band playing. If I could remember exactly what their name was I would direct you right to a sampling of their music since it was absolutely wonderful- great great vocals. By the way, don't tell anyone, but I love Story of the Year. Straylight Run kinda sucked though.

Had a great time just sitting and listening to music and getting to see all the people I never see anymore-Hi Adam!, and people like Raysa and Chronic who I never really saw much of in the first place. Got my ass grabbed a couple times by Tricia, and introduced Keaton around to the COLers so I can prove he is in fact real.

Weezer played El Scorcho and I would have done anything at that moment to have Zack Hall with me. I miss that kid.

I didn't actually take any pictures with my phone of the concert or crowd, but I've got plenty stored up from a trip to the record store and my first, and likely only with the way things seem, trip to Scott's new place downtown. Got to see Eric for a bit, which is always a struggle for me since my first instinct is to squeeze him and not let go. He's just so damn sweet.

Spent a few minutes in with Scott while he went through his old pictures, trying to not force the small talk until Keaton came in and said he was ready to go. Yet another friendship fatality brought about by space and time I suppose...and a little manic binge drinking codependency. I really miss that boy, but every time I reach out I'm given another hurdle against communication. At least this time I made it through the door.

Alas, tomorrow is another 13 hour day, but at least I can look forward to Sushi House on Thursday with Andrea, right?

I think I can feign this social life thing pretty well, don't you?

Posted by Courtney at 01:35 AM | Comments (0)

July 03, 2005

It worked!

Alas, the random pictures from this past week.

I found a voicemail on my phone from a one Bryan DeBaets today. Now, I don't know if he read that I wanted him to call, I don't know if one of you lovely people asked him to do it, and I don't know if it was an odd coincidence, but I know he called while I was at work, and I didn't find the message until after I was home and it was storming and that now I am watching Alfie with Keaton and haven't had a chance to call back yet. I really really really miss that boy.

Also, I've recently renewed both attentionwhore and courtneyporn for the next few years, however, I decided some time back to rename courtneyporn. The domain will still be there, but I think the actual image gallery will either be moved to attentionwhore, or better yet, under a new domain. I conversed with Jason a couple weeks ago and he helped me narrow my list of new domains down and I'm finally down to two.

In my search for a new domain though, I found out that stereotypicalgirl.com .net and .org are all available. I highly encourage one of you (or three of you) to go out and get them. If I didn't already have an awesome personal domain, I'd do it. But after this variousness over the past 5 years (5 or 6...hmm...I was 15 when I first started doing dated entries on my old tripod site that turned into this) I feel at home with attentionwhore.org. It's my baby.

However, I understand how it can be offensive. I have a lot of Christian friends. I have a lot of friends that enjoy their privacy. I have a lot of friends that don't share my view of living an open ended life. With that in mind, I do understand how they might not want a picture of theirselves on a website with the words "porn" or "whore" in it. I came to terms with the fact that I won't be president long ago, but I'm sure other people have varying opinions.

So, the courtneyporn will be moving towards the back, and the new logo and colors will go up, and all will be right with the world.

As for attentionwhore, I might slap another domain name on it as well, just so it's accessible for people at various workplaces, but the name will never change. After years of defending it as a joke, I love the attention I get from being "courtney the attention whore". It's how I get introduced, it's how I'm perceived, and songs have been written about it. It's who I am.

And as for last night's post...Keaton and I spent a good chunk of the night downtown sitting in a very not smokey bar listening to some very good jazz. And there's nothing in this world to me like just sitting and listening to some great jazz music while enjoying a gin and tonic...or two...or a long island...or two...Mo City Jumpers, very decent. Keaton and I will probably be spending a lot of time up there. It's our new Full Moon Cafe.

Posted by Courtney at 10:33 PM | Comments (2)

1 gin & tonic too many

I'm drunk.

I love The Phoenix.

All I want is a taco.

Posted by Courtney at 12:49 AM | Comments (1)

July 01, 2005

i want a clear pepsi...or pepsi clear...or whatever

So yesterday I strolled into the breakroom at the day job for a Sprite. I put in my Sacajawea coin Keaton stole my dollar bill for, and hit the letter for Sprite on the vending machine. I even noticed it showed on the screen as a "C" when I swear I hit a "D" , but I just went right on towards the number selection of 1. And out pops

...wtf... So, then it becomes this personal challenge to myself, diet pop hater, to drink the whole thing...and well...

and then

So, I just went ahead and bought another one today and drank it. And it was fine. So, I suppose I drink diet pepsi now.

And seriously, why haven't I ever watched the O.C. before last night? I loved it, aside from the obvious storylines, but I think I fell in love with Adam Brody. Maybe it was just the carry over from when he was on Gilmore Girls, but he's perfect. His character reminded me so much of my favorite California boy, DeBaets.

Speaking of, when I got my new phone I lost his number. I really wish he'd randomly call again so I could talk to him.

When we left early today I got to walk out with Mike and shoved my Goldfrapp cd into his hands. I hope he likes it. I also he hope he loves and adores it to a pristine point because it was my actual cd that I bought when I came to KC with my mom last year before I moved and would cry if something bad happened to it.

Posted by Courtney at 07:53 AM | Comments (2)