December 30 - Tombstone. Me fat matrona to the right with the shot gun, Jessica the cute one on the desk with a gun.
Yes, we went to Tombstone yesterday, and my brain almost fried due to
extreme excitement. I felt a bit sorry for Jessica, because she's been
there a ton of times with other visitors and isn't all that impressed with
it and I.. I.. I'm a Wild West Junkie. I had crushes on Jesse James and
Billy The Kid. I read Calamity Jane's gathered unsent letters to her
daughter who was put up for adoption. I read all the Lucky Luke comic
books. I watched all episodes of "How The West Was Won" (Oooh Luke.. why
did you have to grow up and become the captain on Babylon 5?), "The Little
House on the Prairies", "Gunsmoke," "Bonanza," etc. I have the movie
poster for "Young Guns II" in my room back home, stole the soundtrack from
my cousin so I could listen to it here too, and dammit, I even like the
Cher song about Jesse James.
Oh. Small correction. I'm a fanatic of FAKE Wild West - I don't nurture
crushes on the reeeeal Jesse James ir Billy the Kid, that would be a bit
like getting woozy over the Menenderz losers, no no. It's the romantic
notion of the Wild West, the stories and movies and other that applies I
like. So therefore Tombstone was wonderful for me with all it's gift shops
(though I only bought lots of postcards - I got two Jesse James cards.)
and dressed up gunslingers walking the streets, shouting how there's "Only
5 more minutes until the last gun show of the day, so hurry up people!".
Likeitloveit.
I bought prickle-pear jelly... for myself. I also bought maybe 15
postcards that I supposedly will send to people but.. I don't know. I
don't think I can part with the 6 cards of Jesse James, Billy the Kid,
Annie Oakley, Sitting Bull and Pat Garrett. They're just... so cool. I'm still bummed
that I didn't have my name put in a fake old looking headline saying
something like "Jennie Alibasic had a shot gun wedding" or something
similar. I should have gone for the Saguaro honey. I should have bought
gifts for people when I thought of it. I should have seen where Wyatt Earp and Doc and blablah had a shoot out. I should have seen Boothill
graveyard. Ah well. I'll get over it.
And as you can see above, me and Jessica finally went through on our
longing all day to pose as prostitues for a picture. It was a nerve
wrecking experience in a sense, because as you can see, I am a fat-ass,
and so I was worried they wouldn't have anything that fit me, but it all
worked out smoothly thanks to the nice personal of Madame Mustache, so
ta-da. I guess I like the picture, even though I'm obviously all bloated
and fat and flabby, because Jessica looks so cute in it, and we both kind
of show off our online personas - she's cute and 'weird', and I'm all
"I'll beat him up for you!!" And hell, it was fun. Especially when the
photographer (in gunslinger outfit, of course) was putting on my head
feather, and he goes "Now why did you go and do that to yourself,
honey? Yellow, orange, it is nothing, noothing.." I assumed he was
referring to my hair. Just before he snapped the first pic (they snap 3
and let you choose which one's the best), I suddenly remembered
something and yelled "Gun!! I forgot! I want guns! GUUuuuns!" and as he
gave me a nice gun I almost frothed at the mouth. The shotgun made me
grin a lot, and he made comments about me perhaps being a bit too happy
about.. guns. ;)
Jessica was also treated to "See Jennie be embarrassing!" at the
restaurant (which had a wonderful blue cheese dressing, just as our
waiter, Grover, promised) - I sang most of "Blood Money" off of the Young
Guns II soundtrack to her. Very amusing. Heheh. I wanna be a gunslinger
8(
Hey Patty Garrett,
that's what I used to call you
They tell me you want me
But I hear they got you
And made you a law man
With a badge made of silver
Paid you some money to
Sell them my blood
BLOOOD MOOOOONEY
That's what I call it
Coz money for blood
Ain't no fair exchange...
(... coz I can't remember the exact lyrics or order)
Wonder what would have happened
If you were the killer
And I was the hero
Would things be the same?
Or would I have traded
Your life for my own life
Would I have paid your debts
In Your Place
But This ain't about Me
And this ain't about youu
Or the good or the bad times
We've both been through
(...)
You do what you gotta
Coz You can't walk away..."
We also rented Pretty in Pink and Harold and Maude - the first one
brought the total of John Hughes movies Jessica has seen since I got here
up to 3 (we also saw Somekind of Wonderful, and Ferris Buellers day Off), which I acvtually didn't like as much as I thought I would - I thought she should have gone with Duckie, but then again, he ended up with Kristy Swanson, so I GUESS it was for the best. The second movie blew our minds by being great.
Harold and Maude is a movie I've heard and though about seeing for yeeears
but duh, never did. Heh, even back sometime last year when I was still
into Ana Voog I heard of it - Ana recommended it to me on IRC, and I kept meaning to see it but.. argh, didn't happen. Well, we saw it last night,
and oh my ghod. Here is this completely hilarious off-beat weird movie
that just.. sucks you in. Go Harold and Maude! I'll try and carry the line
"Now go love some more." with me for when I may need it. Likeitloveit.
Argh it's New years Eve. Crappy-ass. So I'm supposed to think about the
year that has gone by and reminisce and learn and want new things and pah,
I don't feel like it. Jessica put up a
great entry summarizing her year in Haiku which made me smile. And
then, of course, think "Uh, so I'm, like, Uh, supposed to, Um, Do
something, um, Too? Coz, like, The new, uh, The New Year is coming? Yeah?"
and freeze. What the heck. It's fair to say I have had a very big and
unusual year for being.. me.
1. I went to America.
2. I was a freshman at North Carolina Central University.
3. I lived with Aziza, my longtime online friend, and first half of the
year, with Jesica, had a bad experience, and moved on.
4. I paid bills.
5. I had to ask my parents to pay my bills.
6. I went back to Sweden.
7. I met people I've felt miniscular in comparison to, only to discover I
somehow turned myself into a 50 foot Queenie.
8. I went back to America.
9. I attended 2 amazing Tori Amos concerts.
10. I met other Tori fans who didn't spit on me.
11. I started my PJ Harvey site seriously, and for the first time had
something of my own, that I made, that people really appreciated.
12. I got overwhelmed with working on the PJ site.
13. I lived with Aziza for another semester, and discovered just how
crappy the first one had been because this time things were so ...
good.
14. I had to ask my parents to pay my bills.
15. I went across America on Greyhound buses and met Jessica.
16. I spent Christmas without my family and survived.
17. I was broke a lot.
18. I discovered I can charge things on my Visa card.
19. I had to go through being across the world from my Grandmother being
in a serious accident and now not doing well.
20. I missed my cats a whole lot.
21. I discovered I am amazing at downing tequila shots.
22. I had a few crushes.
23. I got over every crush that wasn't one on a celebrity.
24. I dyed my hair orange and now can't seem to get rid of it.
25. I befriended one of my bus drivers.
26. I went to a Museum of Erotica in Copenhagen, and saw a Swedish tv
celebrity.
27. I experienced what it feels like to get $115 phone bills.
28. I discovered how wonderful Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream is (I
just finished half a gallon in 12 hours, where I slept 7.)
29. I continued this diary, despite not always feeling like it.
30. I tagged along on a 3-4 hr night drive to Wilmington and the beach, just to see the sunset and then drove back, singing along to "Straight Up" by Paula Abdul.
31. I got frustrated because an ex-person managed to upset me second hand about things pulled out of it's ass.
32. I had CheezeWiz for the first time.
33. I talked more with my parents over the phone than I think I have in my entire life living with them.
34. I actually enjoy gossiping and talking to my brother, to a point where I actually want to buy and send him souvenirs.
35. I learned to order pizza over the phone AND answer the door all by myself.
And that was that. Happy New Year to You and Me and ABBA. Me and Jessica are gunna go SALOON HOPPING in TOMBSTONE tonight. =>8)
In 1999 I promise to (ongoing list):
- Be loopy, "a ride", "off the handle", dorky, and whatever else I've been called in good nature the past year.
- Want to lose weigth and make up for the impure thoughts by fullfilling the next promise:
- Eat More Icecream.
- Stay a vegetarian.
- Not get into politics.
- Sort of apply myself school-wise.
- Not talk so much because people don't like it.
- Keep my vocal level lower - I'm sick of people wincing and covering their ears demonstratively when I accidently let out a high pitched squeak for whatever reason.
- Hold unreasonable wishes for the future.
- Accidently offend.
- Tell my mother I love her.
- Find more blue edible things.
- Find the ultimate toothpaste.
- Sing along to really bad songs I dislike just because.
- STAY THE FUCK SINGLE.
- Find new exciting items with glitter and sparkles on them, (current project: to buy the red sequin covered bra at Wal-Mart)
- Show off my bad sides a bit more so people stop seeing me as some beanieheaded nitwitt who giggles a bit too much.
- Be even more appreciative of my friends.
- Get even less famous.
- Buy new band-aid's with animals on them.
- Log off more.
- Make very little sense.
- Strive even less for money.
- Still want to name a future child (very, very distant future) Ripley.
- Stop denying that am an encyclopedia when it comes to Party of Five, Felicity and Dawson's Creek.
- Watch more movies.
- Handle money better (must get more CDs, and CheezeWiz, and Glitter, food, food, food)
- Not take up smoking (considering my phobia of matches, ligthers and cigarrettes, that shouldn't be a problem, but you never know.)
- Not scrape off bread mold and eat it, hoping to meet Santa in another dimension.
- Think such evil thoughts about people I don't know. I'll just wait till I get to know them.
- Not lose any weight - need bigger butt!!!!
- Finish transferring diary/things to jennie.simplenet.com
- Not spend hours and hours on the Pj site when there's nothing urgent that needs to be done.
- Get drunk off of Apple Cider.
- Come home and hug my family.
- Not tell anybody that Jessica Giggles in real life.
- Eat more Caesar salads.
- Not buy any Jewel, Celine Dion OR Mariah Carey CDs.
- Still believe in Santa.
- Get more Tori/PJ bootlegs.
- Buy at least 7 different clothes items that can not just be underwear, bra's, socks, scarves or $8 shoes.
- Miss my Cats.
- Still obsess over celebrities.
- Not join any new cults.
- Still like spaghetti with Heinz ketchup and Danish Blue Cheese.
- Not get stalked.
- MAKE AZIZA CHOCOLATE MUFFINS!!!!
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