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August 31, 2005

Another Laaaate Night

4 Corners proudly brings you!
September 2nd, 2005
Kansas city, Mo

Another Late Night


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


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!


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

Admission: $10 w/ 2 canned goods, $12 w/o canned goods

Info Line: 816-516-5345 directions night of event only

Posted by Courtney at 05:37 PM | Comments (1)

August 27, 2005

Just a phase.

Well, yes, why this week can get worse. On top of everything else, I could get sick. Beautiful really. I think it's Karma.

Everytime something goes wrong for me, Edward always tells me it's Karma for making fun of him. Well, yesterday I told a tiny little lie, and what do I get for it? Sick. Completely and utterly snot dripping everywhere, involuntarily DXM tripping sick. Ok, it's not that bad, since I just went and had lunch at the cafe in Nordstrom's, but still, it's not beautiful. So, when Edward called today, we decided it was definitely Karma giving me the big proverbial bite on the ass. I countered by baking cookies, sitting in bed reading, and watching multiple episodes of Nick Cannon's Wildin Out.

So, yesterday I took off work at noon. I went to Old Navy to waste some time until Carrie & Squee-Adam called to tell me they were lost. I directed them to Fuel, then hopped on over myself. After calling J to give him some shit, I walked in, ordered a wheat, and once J and his effeminate roommate came in we joined Luke to take over the patio with Latzi. You could tell a lot of the people were there for Freeloader Friday and to be around the crazyness, but they all just kinda sat and watched at our table instead of really interacting. I guess that's why we're the "Church."

We were an eclectic bunch to say the least, but I loved them all. And thanks to the waitress round robin I only ended up spending $5 on a wheat, amaretto sour, and a tanqueray and tonic. Luke's an awesome man for buying my other amaretto sour, and god knows how much in drinks for everyone else. All the new people I met were wonderful, seeing Bucho is always some hot fun, and J as always was in top smart ass stoner form. When the time rolled around for me to have dinner with Keaton, I was sad to have to go. A quick hug for Suzi and I bounced over to Copeland's.

And that's when my head started feeling not so special. By the time we got my home, I couldn't breathe through my nose. While I waited around for something interesting to happen, the rest of my body got contaminated with ick, and suddenly I just wanted to sleep. Which is exactly what I did.

It's been an odd week for me. It's been a long week for me. I'm constantly worried about work, and specifically my level of it and how I feel that I'm falling behind and losing focus when now is definitely not the time for it. That alone has stressed me to the point of coming home and just sleeping for hours or curling in a ball and crying. But no, my shit just isn't enough. I have to take on everyone else's and I haven't learned how to say no there yet. Then there's the fact that my car still doesn't have a tag. I still don't have any extra money. And I have to worry about my sister's birthday on the 5th.

And we won't get into the little things, like one friend suddenly popping back up and having an interest as long as it only concerns what he wants, and the others seemingly loosing interest; possibly a cause and effect situation. Everyone is once again having that weird change in their lives and settling back in with their shit, with everyone back home starting school again and such. Then there's this whole plans changing suddenly, and I never deal well with that happening. And lets not even get how I've been letting the shit people say online about Esmie get to me. I'm not ashamed to be sympathetic to the situation. I never realized exactly how horrible people are when they are not being held accountable for what they say about another person. I am certainly included in on that. It's all so sad. God, I'm so sad.

I feel too responsible for the world at large, and for the other people I am in association with. And while I do feel more stressed, more lost, more insecure, more trespassed, more angry, more depressed, more lonely than I ever felt before, I really don't feel the harm of the situation like I used to. I acknowledge the presence of it all, and I handle it quietly and with personal confrontation every morning. And I make it through to start over. I remember a time when I was 15, and I had a quite visible slow breakdown. Everyone around me saw my personality and focus fall one brick at a time. And I don't think I ever truly rebuilt that person. This whole time I've been a likened image, roughly pieced from what was found on the ground. I think I've grown enough, and have the support enough (<3 Keaton) that I can be so peaceful with such a painful recognition of self. I've basically just found myself and realized this is what it was, this is what it is, and this is what it shall be. And for the right, or the wrong, I'm pretty okay with that.

I'm not trying to whine or become typical, but this has really been on my mind. And I don't think I have any friends that are on a close enough plane with me that I can openly discuss this with them (other than Edward, who doesn't get online). So instead, I'll let everyone read it and make their own decisions to my state and nature. I really don't want anyone's worry or pity. My life isn't bad. The way I view it and deal with it is just wrong. But that won't change until I want it to, until I do what it takes to change it, or until I find whatever help might be necessary to change it. When you grow, you learn your limits quickly. I'm well aware of myself at this point, and I'm much more thankful for this person than I was before. Sometimes, life is just something you deal with until you're upright and truly alive again.

And The Nieda, man, where are you? Natalie Portman has mohawk.

I am bottled fizzy water
And you were shaking me up
You are a fingernail running
Down the chalkboard I thought
I left in third grade
Now my only consolation
Is that this could not last forever
Even though you’re
Singing and thinking how well
You’ve got it made
Who are you?
And will you be through
Yeah, it’s just a phase
It will be over soon
Yeah, it’s just a phase
Yeah, it’s just a phase

Call it women’s intuition
But I think i’m
Onto something here
Temporaryism has been
The black plague
And the jesus of our age
I know that
I sound opinionated
May be biased and
Quite possibly jaded
But sooner than later
They’ll be throwing quarters
At you on the stage

Who are you?
And will you be through
Yeah, it’s just a phase
It will be over soon
Yeah, it’s just a phase
Yeah, it’s just a phase

And I am waiting for
It to be over too

Posted by Courtney at 10:18 PM | Comments (0)

August 25, 2005

Baby, I'm Bad News

*throws hands up*

Seriously, can this fucking week get any fucking worse?

I'm taking off work tomorrow at Noon. I plan to be drunk by 3.

I promise I'll edit this with my psuedo-angst later. Right now, I just want to go be cuddled and hide under the covers.

Psst. Pictures from FREELOADER FRIDAY, Edwards (including cute sleepy David) and the Staind concert here. Yeah, concert pics from a phone always suck, but I love my bright white light one.

There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything
And the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the lonliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you
and I call you and say "C'MERE!"

And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

And it's bad news
Baby it's bad news
It's just bad news, bad news, bad news

'Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you

'Cause we'll all be
Portions for foxes
Yeah we'll all be
Portions for foxes

There's a pretty young thing in front of you
and she's real pretty and she's real into you
and then she's sleepin' inside of you
and the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And it's bad news
I don't blame you
I do the same thing
I get lonely too

And you're bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news, bad news, bad news

You're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
I like you

Posted by Courtney at 11:24 PM | Comments (0)

August 24, 2005

Nutshell.

Tonight, the boy treated me to an evening out in the wet and cold to catch Breaking Benjamin, Staind and 3 Doors Down. We left partway into 3 Doors Down, but the other two acts were pretty great. Staind definitely did not disappoint.

What did disappoint was the crowd that sang along to every song suddenly not seeming to know the song they covered. In dedication to Layne and Dimebag Darrell, they did an amazing rendition of Nutshell that left Keaton and I both quite shocked and emotional. It left the rest of the crowd talking to each other like they had no idea wtf was going on stage and it was just taking up their time before Mudshovel.

That just added more sadness to an already very sad day. There's a lot on my mind right now, I'll get back to you more on that later, I think.

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home

Oooh...oooh...
Oooh...oooh...

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own
I’d feel better dead

Oooh...oooh...
Oooh...oooh..

Posted by Courtney at 11:57 PM | Comments (1)

August 23, 2005

Wishful thinking.

For some reason, on the nights when I'm home alone and know I won't be able to throw together any immediate plans, I always put on something cute, fix my hair and put on make up.

So tonight, as I sit home alone, in my cute black Banana Republic tank top, with my new haircut pulled back for the first time and gold eyeshadow and mascara, I'm just going to post on my website and stare randomly.

Posted by Courtney at 08:02 PM | Comments (2)

August 22, 2005

umm weird.

So, one of my close friends is now 30.

That's...like...really weird.

Happy birthday Adam!

Posted by Courtney at 11:29 PM | Comments (0)

peaceful assembly.

It's a sad sad day.

Posted by Courtney at 07:36 PM | Comments (0)

Title Irrelevant.

This week's pictures

It consists almost entirely of Adam's birthday party, and at that, almost solely off the umm...well. Let's just say Lake & The Nieda were at their finest.

Posted by Courtney at 07:09 AM | Comments (0)

August 21, 2005

intarweb.

I just realized my entire life revolves around the internet.

From keeping up with old friends, to making new friends, to almost all communication, to how I express myself, to how I moved where I did and why I did, and even the job I currently have that pays for everything else in life.

It's all based on the internet.

That at once makes me feel very dorky and very very scared.

I'm going to go make a tin foil hat now and go sit in the closet.

AND FUCK. Unfortunately, my sister is coming up here labor day weekend. Because if she wasn't I'd be going to her. My favorite band will be playing at Roxie's on Saturday, September 3rd. So all you locals get the fuck out and go see CAROLINE'S SPINE.

Now for the next question...When did Roxie's become such a great place? I mean fuck, Billy Joe Winghead, Split Lip Rayfield, Shanti Groove and Green Lemon? It almost makes a girl wanna move back home!

I just need to break down and become one of "those kids." You know, the El Torreon/Granada/Bottleneck/Grand Emporium circuit crowd. Once upon a time, I lived my life for random music in dirty places. I need it.

---EDIT---
Speaking of:

08/24/2005 - Staind / Breaking Benjamin/ - Verizon Wireless
08/29/2005 - Communique / Dredg / Veda - El Torreon
09/09/2005 - Blackalicious - The Bottleneck
09/10/2005 - Interpol - Uptown Theatre
09/12/2005 - Minus the Bear / Thunderbirds are Now - Granada
09/15/2005 - The Kills - Granada
09/15/2005 - Willie Nelson - Midland Theatre
09/20/2005 - Decemberists - Granada
09/21/2005 - Augustana / Cartel / Acceptance - El Torreon
09/21/2005 - From Autumn to Ashes - Granada
09/21/2005 - Sufjan Stevens - The Bottleneck
09/21/2005 - Local H - The Hurricane
09/21/2005 - Coldplay / Rilo Kiley - Verizon Wireless
09/22/2005 - Franz Ferdinand / Pretty Girls Make Graves - Uptown Theatre
09/27/2005 - Mates of State - Granada
09/29/2005 - Mono / Bellini - Jackpot Saloon
10/01/2005 - Shiny Toy Guns / Vibralux - Bottleneck
10/07/2005 - Violent Femmes - Madrid Theatre
10/10/2005 - Mike Doughty - Grand Emporium
10/11/2005 - Sleater-Kinney / The Gosspi - The Bottleneck
10/15/2005 - Thrice / Underoath / Veda - Beaumont
10/15/2005 - Stutterfly / Change of Pace - El Torreon
10/17/2005 - Appleseed Cast - Granada
10/22/2005 - Slipknot - KC Intl Raceway
10/29/2005 - Hawthorne Heights / Silverstein - Granada
11/01/2005 - Nickel Creek - Uptown Theatre
11/04/2005 - MOTHERFUCKING HENRY ROLLINS - Liberty Hall
11/10/2005 - Fall Out Boy / Motion City Soundtrack - Uptown Theatre

Posted by Courtney at 09:03 PM | Comments (1)

Sleeping beauty.

Delusional
I believe I can cure it all for you, dear
Coax or trick or drive or
drag the demons from you
Make it right for you sleeping beauty
Truly thought
I can magically heal you

You're far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to rescue

Sleeping Beauty

Drunk on ego
Truly thought I could make it right
If I kissed you one more time to
Help you face the nightmare
But you're far too poisoned for me
Such a fool to think that I can wake you from your slumber
That I could actually heal you..

Sleeping Beauty
Poisoned and hopeless
You're far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to find a way to comfort you

Far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
And hiding from some poisoned memory

Poisoned and hopeless
Sleeping Beauty

Posted by Courtney at 01:38 PM | Comments (0)

August 20, 2005

Not so wild hair...

So, did I tell you I cut my hair today?

/afk white trashing.

Posted by Courtney at 07:32 PM | Comments (0)

August 18, 2005

And my wild wild hair...

Last night I made what seemed like a million jello shots with The Nieda and JoLynn. We did a little white trashing to The Nieda's house. Lucky for us it pretty much came pre-WT. We just added a few nascar logos here and there and voila!

And then I played enabler, cause when The Nieda put his head down and was all "We need pretzels and beer!" I had to reply with "Well, why don't we go get some?" And off I drove everyone to 75th. Man, they've got some decent potato soup. And yes Adam, we are the ball lickers.

So, as you can see I finally broke down and added my little flickr badge thing over <-- there. I thought about doing the Flickr Daily Zeitgeist, but I liked the little one picture. I probably refresh my site 10 times everytime I pull it up now.

Also, I recently added a stat counter back in my website, so I can tell when someone's wife is commenting on my site about me being fat from ip68-225-61-122.lu.dl.cox.net. This after she threw some big fit on her site about me viewing it even though she was hiding all her posts. Funny she keeps checking mine now.

Ah well. Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us.

It's really funny actually, because I can tell who most of the people looking at my site are. I can tell you almost who everyone is IP by IP for everyone that doesn't have a referring link. It's comfortable.

I bought part 1 of Adam's birthday present tonight. 89 cents of he won't be able to get enough of it goodness.

Alas. Tomorrow night Keaton and I are gonna head to the Beaumont to catch the Club Wars Finals. Brett, the super cool guy I work with that's an old friend of Eric and Scott's will be performing at 9 with his band Penumbra. Saw them at the Beaumont a few months back, and if you recall, it totally fucking rocked. I'm looking forward to seeing them and the rest of the competition. They need as many people as possible there to support them. I tried to talk The Nieda into coming, but I really don't think he ever got sold on the idea.

So, if you don't have anything to do tomorrow night, come on out and check the bands out plz.

And, if you don't have anything to do on Saturday night, come on over and party it up White Trash style with us at The Nieda's house. Hopefully Casie and the Mooose will be in attendance. I haven't seen them since Casie's going away party at Tanner's when she quit the day job. We decorated the back "dance" room again, this time with strobe, so I expect much puking to come out of that. Personally, I'm gonna spend the night in an AC/DC tshirt and unfashionably holey jeans with a jello shot in one hand, and a bottle of Boone's in another. What better way to celebrate the aging of our favorite transplanted Californian?

Sorries are like promises. They get bigger everytime.

Posted by Courtney at 10:14 PM | Comments (0)

August 14, 2005

Last Night.

In regards to bathrooms I've thrown up in, the one at McCoy's is actually one of the finest.

THIS WEEK IN PICTURES. An ugly car, Adam's RC stuff, and the Kickin It Meter.

I finally unveiled the awesome on Scott. I bought him a Scrolling LED Belt. I think he loved it, though probably not as much as the rest of us did. Of course, we weren't the ones having to wear it in public.

However, in true fashion I became the drama magnet. Which lead to me drinking 2 gin and tonics very quickly, and then drinking a double kinda quickly. That combined with a lot of mutual friend hearsay, you know the kind, "After you left he said X about you," and finally talking to Adam about "The Night" caused a very bad drunk Courtney.

It really sucks sometimes, when you don't know who to believe. It sucks even worse when you do know who to believe, and you don't want to do it. You spend so long trying to separate yourself from something, someone, certain actions, certain feelings, just for it all to be thrown back as nothing.

I mean, I can take being called a gnome on fazed. I can take some stupid bitch leaving me comments on here about how ugly I am using the email of fat@ass. I can take Carrie making sly remarks about how "fat people shouldn't skydive" on her xanga before she hid everything. But this is different. I'm no longer the passive aggressive one. This put every feeling of pain and hatred back that has come and gone over the year. It's a desperate kind of pain, because I know the situation put one friend against another, and my drunken reaction to it has probably fueled the wrong fires. And while they might have woken this morning forgetful or completely indifferent, I can't forget.

I hope Scott had an awesome birthday. I really, really do. And I wish I wouldn't have sent him a couple of the text messages I did last night. But I did. And I sent another this morning apologizing. And there's not much more I can do aside from that. Seriously people, next time I get drunk, take the cell phone away. T9 is too much of an enabler.

My heart, she is a broken.

Luckily this weekend will bring Adam's insanely white trash house party. House parties always are drama free and fun filled extravaganzas, courtesy of The Nieda. I can't wait.

Now please excuse me as I listen to Deepest Blue and dawdle. Actually, fuck that, I just finally listened the lyrics to Fall Out Boy's Sugar, We're Goin' Down. You all have to put up with that instead. It appeases my inner 16 year old with too much eyeliner and angst (Thanks again for the email Caity!). However, the second verse is a little...weird. I just got to hear their newest cd and I love it. I'm so lame.

Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded Gun, complex cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down (down, down)
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down (down, down)
A loaded GOD complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

Posted by Courtney at 07:03 PM | Comments (1)

August 13, 2005

Hot Tramp

For some reason, everytime I hear Rebel Rebel I think of my sister. She's freaking awesome.

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You’ve got your mother in a whirl
She’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair’s alright
Hey babe, let’s go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they’re playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I’m wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!

Don’t ya?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You’ve got your mother in a whirl ’cause she’s
Not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair’s alright
Hey babe, let’s stay out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they’re playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I’m wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!

Don’t ya?
Oh?

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!

You’ve torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can’t get enough, but enough ain’t the test
You’ve got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You’re a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know
Calamity’s child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where’d you wanna go?
What can I do for you? looks like you’ve been there too
’cause you’ve torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Oh, your face is a mess
Oh, oh, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know?
Eh, eh

Posted by Courtney at 05:22 PM | Comments (3)

August 11, 2005

BIRTHDAYS GALORE.

Your package is in the UPS system and is on time with a scheduled delivery date of Aug 12, 2005.

I pride myself on the presents I give. Scott is going to get the most awesomest present I have ever Ever EVER given before. I just hope he can appreciate it and the bit of humor I put into it. Ah, Scotty, how I miss thee.

Also, today is my cousin Sara's birthday. She's 17. I suddenly feel old. I'm just glad I'm old enough to drink, cause that's all feeling old makes me want to do. Cause if she's turning 17, that means I only have 3 weeks until my sister turns 17, and there ain't no fucking way that Caitlan is 17. Oy.

Tonight JoLynn and I went out for some Panera and then out to bum fuck nowhere to watch Adam race his little speed demon. It was a hot and sweaty night and the competition was fierce. There was zigging, there was zagging, there was a lot of some weird minty smell, and then there was the anguish of the track. Okay, so it wasn't that dramatic, but I really did have a fun time. I loved it when they crashed more than anything, though. With just as many people as cars to watch, it was definitely a fun night, all 6 hours of it.

Posted by Courtney at 12:53 AM | Comments (4)

August 10, 2005

my feelings for you have always been free

So, on our trip to Lawrence, Megan and I discussed something very personal but very outward. We both feel more comfortable with ourselves now than we have ever had before.

We recognize our faults more, but still yet, we're very confident in the people we are and what we do and how we appear. I know at one point in time I was half a person skinnier, and I had better skin, and who knows what else. That person was never happy though. There was no resolve or foundation in me then. I was one sly insult away from locking myself in the bathroom for an hour to cry.

And it's just odd how we grow up and change. I really don't think there's any understanding to it, none that I will know.

I just want to know why the fuck in the last couple of weeks I've bought 2 tube tops. Seriously, wtf? This is a level of comfort in Courtney that I'm really not sure I should be comfortable with yet.

At least it's somewhat cute.

Just please, someone stop me before I put on a pair of shorts, k?

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

August 08, 2005

TEENAGE WASTELAND

Ok, so I bet you're wondering why I, Courtney Johnston, resident allergy prone anti-smoking girl suddenly has a a link to a site called Ask A Pot head in her nav menu.

And I bet you're also wondering why I, Courtney Johnston, queen of simplicity and ignorance in personal website layout and design has allowed such a clashing atrocity to stand so brightly on my site.

Well, I think something so clashing and commanding fits quite well into the attention whore fold, but also, because it's for a website for a friend we'll just call "Chron."

Chron is a cool guy. He lives a crazy life. He smokes a lot of weed (that I have never been witness to, he could just be lying!). He fucks a lot of chicks (that part he probably is lying about...) And he's just an all around nice guy who was very quick to welcome me into a new an exciting world of Non-Fazed friends in KC.

I have a link to his personal "I-Wish-I-Was-Tucker-Max" site on the left, but he also recently started dispensing fairly decent advice, and waxing weed poetic on his new site. And since he's such a nice guy, I had to link a motherfucker.

Here's to you J.

Now what the fuck kinda priceless advice was Cobain forever indebt for?

Posted by Courtney at 10:55 PM | Comments (1)

fatwah

JIHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD

Posted by Courtney at 12:42 PM | Comments (0)

August 07, 2005

Are you gone and onto someone new?

THIS WEEK IN PICTURES ARE HERE!!! GET IT WHILE IT'S HOT!!! Actually, these are lame. The few decent ones will be put on flickr.

This weekend was mostly wonderful, with Megan visiting and us getting to hang out some more. It was stupendous to see her again. Let me just say, my best friend is probably a lot smarter, friendlier, cuter, bustier, and more fun to spend time with than yours. But that could just be a matter of personal opinion. She came in Friday night and we had some late Wendy's and watched MTV together before we crashed. Yesterday I took her to Lawrence and we shopped and had ice cream and walked around and spent some good girl time together, before driving all the way home to buy clothes a couple miles away at Town Center.

Let me tell you, last night, I looked completely awesome. Apparently I am the lime green tube top kinda girl.

We went to Harry's downtown last night to meet up with everyone due to a certain Jory being in town. I saw Jory last time he was in town and spent the weekend with Alex and Victoria. It was great that this time he decided to spend a night with some of his older, less bitter "better" friends. (Hi Victoria!)

He was a fucking mad man, ordering a Boulevard Wheat, Stella Artois, a can of PBR, an Oban neat, and a cigar at the same time. I eventually had to steal the wheat and drink it for him, after he spilled a good portion on my sleeve as he swirled. Speaking of, I fucking loved the wheat, and I hate beer. I am afraid!

We eventually left Harry's and went back to Scott's to watch It's All Gone Pete Tong and partake of some Jim Beam, I believe it was. Whatever it was, Scott promptly spilled all over his table.

After peeling Jory off the floor for a hug, and spending plenty of time cuddling with Eric we finally came home around 3.

My Megan left me today :( I've gotta find a way for this girl to be a permanent fixture in my life.

So is it good to make hard assumptions based on someone's behavior?

If I could make you a mix cd I'm sure it'd go something like this:

Goldfrapp - Black Cherry
Pearl Jam - Corduroy
Slipknot - People = Shit
Fischerspooner - The 15th
The White Stripes - Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground
The Killers - Mr. Brightside
The Cure - Boys Don't Cry
Sum 41 - Pieces
Minus the Bear - Drilling
Coldplay - Trouble
Bitch and Animal - Traffic
Caroline's Spine - Nothing to Prove

Actually, scratch that. I'd just put Foo Fighter's Best Of You on a cd by itself, not that you don't hear it constantly on the radio as it is.

Yeah, it's been one of those days. Coming soon, better days, "reorganization", and Scott's birthday. Cheer up lil buckaroo, there are brighter days ahead.

--In addtion, I also bought Scott's birthday present last night. I wasn't sure on getting it, since I know he won't use it, but everyone loved the idea so much I had to. I paid a little extra to try and get it here on time, so hopefully it shows up, I can properly set it and wrap it in time. It wasn't the exact one I wanted, but this one came from a place I actually trust with my credit card info and to ship it in a timely manner. Everytime I think about it though, I can't stop giggling.

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I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holdin’ you

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must
Confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Oh...


Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
Your trust, you must
Confess


Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new

Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...

Posted by Courtney at 09:54 PM | Comments (1)

August 05, 2005

Borders strikes again

So, as many of you know, or at least suspect, I'm a major book whore. I've got tons of books on shelves and in boxes laying around, and even more that I left back home. So it's no suprise that I took great joy in living about .75 of a mile away from a Border's. I even applied there before I decided working 2 jobs would cause me to lose my last brain cell.

But my favorite thing to do when I'm alone is just walk around Border's. To make sure no one's looking and slip over by the Chick Lit table and read the back of every book. To slide quickly through the Sci Fi section and pick up all the William Gibson books I don't own and grab the cheapest one. To go through all the David Sedaris and pet it lovingly. Search out the newest issue of T3 for Keaton.

However, I haven't been in to my normal Border's in about 2 months. I walked in tonight and was immediately greeted over the New in Paperbacks by a woman I've never seen who worked there.

"Hey! I haven't seen you in here in awhile! It's good to have you back," she casually threw out as she laid yet another copy of The Devil Wears Prada on the trafficed side of the table. I know I looked startled. Not quite deer in headlight's startled; maybe armadillo in headlights startled.

I grabbed my paperback copy of Pledged and wandered around. I flirted with all the Feynmann books, and fondled the copy of The Red Queen that I've been coveting for months. Finally, I just grabbed a cherry Italian soda and hit the road to view the lightning show before I got home.

Now I sit here tired, and looking forward to this weekend. For there will be Freeloader Friday, Megan, Jory, and tons of fun.

Posted by Courtney at 12:24 AM | Comments (0)

August 02, 2005

Corrupt Cops and Crack Rocks

Seriously, wtf ever happened to Inspectah Deck?

He always was my favorite...well, him or U-God.

And I don't overthink things, I just sometimes find myself with an inability to clearly think about them :)

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

Posted by Courtney at 09:52 PM | Comments (0)

August 01, 2005

Oh Captain.

I present to you the only man who could command Spider Island:

Mr. Jason Von Nieda

PSST. The rest of my camera phone pics from last week are here.

Posted by Courtney at 08:08 PM | Comments (1)