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My hats off to Spain. The voters just ousted the conservative Popular Party in the general election and gave the Socialist Party the overwhelming majority. It looks like the voters linked Prime Minister’s Jose Maria Aznar’s support of Bush’s conquest of Iraq to the bombings that happened on Thursday. On a side note, the Chicago Tribune made an oopsie. Hehhehee

Last night, I went and saw The Manifolds play. Although klikitak expected to be on first, they were on last which was all right. I really enjoyed Limited Express, Days End and Experimental Dental School. It’s the second time I’ve seen EDS, and I they are really good. Think of carnival-esque music mixed with no-fi bursts.

Nothing else to report here. I’ll just sit here and wait for poo to happen.

A scream swept across a dusty field packed with teenagers bristling with black leather, chains and tortured hair. “Prohibit work; prohibit pay,” was the cry. “People are dying.” – SF Chronicle, August 28, 1985

It is time to celebrate my 25th birthday.

1. Enter your first name only into Google
2. Then click the “Images” tab
3. Pick your favorite[s] and post it in your journal

Before I launch into my rant, I have to say this: dgenerator is right. It is the season to listen to the Pixies. It sparked Tuesday when I was listening to KXLU. They played Doolittle in its entirety. Mmmmm. Pixies goodness.

Now…

It looks like we’ll be seeing a new PJ Harvey album this summer. Excuse me while I salivate for the next half hour. It’s not official, but knowing that something is imminent makes my heart beat that much faster.

Nothing much to report here. I can’t wait for the weekend so I can do insane amounts of nothing. That’s it.

I got in to find this email from our CFO:

Subject: FW: PO with Purchase Account 64999

If your name is listed in the attached file you have created a PO and charged 64999-Unidentified Purchase.

Effective immediately this account is not to be used if you don’t know where to charge something please contact James for a list of account numbers. Then if your still not sure contact Mike Tutko.

Any questions contact me directly. We will be monitoring this account.

In the span of 30 minutes, I’ve had six calls from people freaking out. I’ve had to explain to them the basic fundamentals of purchasing and how it relates to accounting. I then had to tell them the background to this problem and what they should do to solve it. This is turning out to be a lovely Wednesday.

If anyone happens to see my dead carcass hanging, can you please be a dear and clean the poo? Nothing is more tasteless than a dead guy who has poo in his pants. Thanks!

Who wants to meet me at the Library coffee house in Long Beach tonight? I need to go to the Downtown LA library first so I’m thinking at around 8-ish?

Someone at MSN did the world a favor. They read Jayson Blair’s book so we don’t have to. For those of you who don’t remember, Blair was the NY Times writer who pulled a Stephen Glass and got some people in big trouble.

For the last six months, I’ve been reading about Blair nonstop not by choice. I’ve come to really dislike him and let’s face it. Without the cocaine, Blair isn’t nearly half as interesting as Glass.

Last night after class I was feeling a bit tired and under pressure. I guess being at work all day combined with a three-hour class one can’t help but feel the stress.

I decided to put on the Limp Wrist/Mae Shi Live at KXLU/Fagatron CD I burned the other night (52 tracks of loud music in 61 minutes!) Right as I got onto Crenshaw Blvd I could feel the catharsis hit. There I was driving not too fast and yelling incomprehensive lyrics along to Limp Wrist. In retrospect it’s quite an amusing picture, but I did not get too many looks from other cars.

It’s wasn’t until Mae Shi’s songs came on that it got interesting. I skipped to “You Can’t Do That to an Axe” since I really like that song. I approached a stop light when the first chorus hit, and I couldn’t help but dance spastically in my seat.* The driver of the car next to me saw this and instantly his eyes grew with concern. Observing this, I had one of my giggling fits and motioned to him that I was all right. He gave me a look, first of relief which then turned into a “damned kids” expression.

I don’t know how I feel about that expression. Part of me was giddy at having repulsed the “normal”: I mean I was a goth in high school/college; I listen to loud annoying music now. But there was a part of me that cringed. I don’t want to be seen as a kid riding the luxuries of life. I work hard for the little money I earn damnit! THIS car is mine. I have the car payment to prove it.

But what am I trying to prove? That I’m an adult? I try to think that I don’t give a shit what people think of me. But with each second that is tacked onto my life, I learn that it’s increasingly untrue.

So here’s a manifesto:
Whereas, I am no longer a teenager living with teenage problems doing teenage things;

Be it resolved that I will not be self-conscious of the fact that I give a shit what people think of me. Anyone who laughs at me can kiss my uterus.

* mcgee, there is something about the music that makes me compulsively giddy. I don’t know what it is. 🙂