Creepin' on ah come up

It's the thuggish ruggish bone.

I have finally jumped on the bittorrent bandwagon.
One of my professors told me I could put movies I downloaded onto a flash drive and watch them on my xbox.
I watched all of season three of Dexter yesterday.
Also, I dowloaded the entire Bone Thugs discography and Aaliyah's greatest hits.

I went to fells point on pirate night.
I don't have a whole lot to say about that.

I got a gengar tattoo last Wednesday! AND Josh finally got that monster cheeseburger tattoo I drew for him.
I told another guy that works at the museum, Bill, that I would draw him something.

I finished lyrics for five of our seven songs and I feel really good about our show on the 5th.
I'm really bummed that fireworks dropped off though, there goes our big turnout.
I have to finish my monster helmet.

Tuesday = buy one large pizza get one free at dominoes

I don't know how often I'm going to be updating this thing over the next two months. Things are pretty hectic and I've been pretty busy.
I'll do what I can.

{edit}

So I wasn't 100% comfortable saying this online but I've decided it's a lot better than having various friends and acquaintances asking me if something is bothering me today.

My father, Herb S. Lunenfeld, died eight years ago today.
This doesn't mean you need to ask me if I'm ok or if I want to talk about it.
I only ask that if you read this, keep in mind that the last thing I want to hear/read is "happy 420"

Fall saddles

I don't update as often as I'd like.

I've had a lot on my plate.

I'll give you a few highlights.

Masshysteri is incredible, the show at celebrated was so good.
I also caught them with the Max Levine Ensemble in DC the next day.
AND I think I'm going to Brooklyn on April 5th to see them again.

I also went to DC to see Bepstein give one of the best live performances I've ever seen.
What a guy.

Mariya came back.
I went to Philly with her on Monday to pay for her tuition and I hung out with Teddy.
I got hooked on the Office and have spent the past week watching the first three seasons.

We haven't had band practice in a while which sucks but we have a solid name now, Beast Infection.

Our first show is May 5th. Bank on that.
Bethany is gonna to make an amazing poster for the show.

I am extremely sick.
I am always sick on the weekends.
On average I slept three hours each night this past week.

I had to walk out of a movie today because the main character had cancer, which I was not expecting. It's not something I can't handle but when it catches me off-guard like that it really gets to me.

I have no idea what I'm doing post-graduation.

My house is too crowded.

I just want to relax.

Do this thing, this type of thing

I walked past a magic doorway today.

I wore shorts all weekend.

Yeah,
Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

Propaghandi tomorrow.

Anxieties are everywhere!

(edit: Where is Bepstein?)

I am a cyborg

I remember when I was young

I felt an instant kinship with almost anyone my age.

I miss that feeling.

**************
I played laser tag on Sunday for Patrick's birthday.
Won every game.
I had a secret advantage, whenever someone would come at me with their gun I would blast them with this can of silly string I had in my pocket.
All's fair in love and recreation.

Yesterday I went sledding in Wyman Park again.
I hit a sweet jump on the suicide hill and the sled cracked when I landed.
Snowballs everywhere.

I watched this movie, I'm A Cyborg But That's OK, with Jordan earlier today.
It was really good,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1rUi2VCIWE
check it out.

Tonight is the O Pioneers!!! and Ghost Town Trio show at the Golden West.

Thursday is my first exam in Geology.

This is my life.

I will sing your fears if you sing my neurosis

Oh, I'm so excited.

I've decided to put together a sweet wrestling event to benefit the art space.
So far the contenders include: Mr. Serious, Doctor Toothpaste and his associate Clark "Sausage Links Hergman, the Abyss, and Amphibioso.
We're going to have at least four matches including a royal rumble.
If you're interested let me know.

Hopefully we will be having band practice tomorrow and we're gonna try to crank out two new songs.
We may have decided on a name, Deviated Septum.
I was all about Bi-Polar Bear, but it just didn't fit.
Also, we're trying to get in some weekend tours between April and September.

And I think we might be putting up the elementary school art show in the space in July.
Sweet.

Rachel got me two tickets to go see the Watchmen movie for free on Monday night at Arundel Mills.
I'm so pumped.

YEAH!

And all of my friends

I saw W. tonight.
I had mixed feelings about it.

Also,
I had a big ol' bowl of spaghettios for dinner.

Tuesday nights are easy peezy.

Now I know why I wanna be left alone.

There is an abundance of twizzlers in my house.
We have so much dumpstered candy.

I had an extremely confrontational dream last night.
There is too much conflict in my life.

I'm getting one of my tattoos colored in on wednesday and I'm really excited,
I've been waiting to color it for a while.

My phone went dead on tuesday. Apologies to anyone who was under the impression I was ignoring their calls.
I got a sweet new touch screen phone with my mom's upgrade. I've been playing with it all day.

The ex-wife is flying in from Cali on Thursday.
Patrick's birthday laser battle is Sunday.
And if all goes well I should be seeing Watchmen on Monday night for free, fuck yeah.

Also,
I really like it when I accidentally find out something about someone that they probably find really embarrassing. I feel like it makes them more human.

Nothing to worry about

We had our first band practice this past Sunday.
It went really well. We wrote an amazing song.
Unfortunately Bepstein is going out of town for about a week and we wont be having another practice until he gets back.

We haven't decided on a name yet
but I'm pulling for Bi-Polar Bear.
I'm open to any suggestions.

I am so sick right now,
I need some fucking nyquil.

Fuck my life,
f'real.

Tuesday night's Sleepy Bepstein quote was a keeper.
We were watching room raiders and this dude was stretching out a black thong on screen when Bepstein turns his head and says to us, "You could make a giant cookie out of that."

No comment, grungebag (Enjoy Your Day)

(H.V.D.)

Last night I played hot dice for three hours.
I will gamble away almost anything if you give me decent odds.

Frisby House Valentines day brunch. Kate made some sweet colored breakfast treats and PANCAKES.
Delicious.
Hot dice followed.

Also,
Tim was my valentine today,
we went to see Friday the 13th.
So intense.
Jason can not be killed.

My internet hasn't been working for the past few days,
I'm not too happy about that.
Fortunately I can steal Greg's internet from a certain spot in my living room.

......................................

"EGITEOTWFM"

I want one thing,
why can't I have this one thing?

My name is a killing word

***********
I don't know how I feel about shelling out sensitive information online,
I suppose it's something you have to ease yourself into.

I saw Robocop at the talking head last night,
there's something endearing about a cinematic period in which state of the art special effects consisted of a stop animation robot and a few sticks of dynamite.

Also, I went to Cici's with Greg, Tim, Pat and Randi.
Pizza buffet, enough said.

I entered a bunch of people into the Towson Towerlight's Most Eligible Bachelor contest, I'm looking forward to reading over the results in Thursday's paper. Pick up a copy if you can, you wont be disappointed.

I need to go bed.

Fuck You Aurora

I saw Gallagher at Sonar last night!
Jordan put me on the guest list so I didn't even have to pay to get in.
One of the best nights of my life.
I'm seriously considering getting his autograph tattooed on me, f'real.

I entered a couple of people in the "Towson's Most Eligible Bachelor" contest, keep an eye out for the winner in the newspaper.

I watched Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist with Greg and Jordan twice in the the past three days. Apparently, it gets better the more you watch it. I'm so glad I redboxed that shit.
I'm so glad I can use "redbox" as a verb.

Also, today I went to see Push with Greg.
Awful movie, it was like a really poorly written, two-hour long episode of heroes.

Apologies for the lack of sleepy Bepstein quotes, he's quite ill and hasn't been able to hangout much recently.

Well goodnight, internet.

P.S. I listen to Maybe I'll Catch Fire and Goddamnit way too much when I'm lonely.
Thanks a lot Michael Cera.

Dear diary, my teen angst bullshit now has a pending friend request

"I want your skulls.
I need your skulls."

I've been awake since 6:30 this morning.
I had to inspect rocks for two hours this afternoon.
Fuck Geology.

The dude at dunkin' donuts remembered me from when I was living in the dorms
and he gave me a free donut.

My visual culture professor put on a video mash-up of Missy Elliott and Joy Division.
I'm not a big fan of anyone trying to relate to me through shit that should've been banned from youtube the day it was uploaded.

I need to go to several states over Spring Break, who's comin' with?

No more for you tonight, internet.

Cough Cool

"Space you see, Michael, is all-expanding at the speed of light.
It's a mathematical certainty that somewhere among all those millions of stars there's another planet where they speak English."

I downloaded a compilation of acoustic Misfits covers called Night of the Living Devilock,
Redbear did an amazing cover of Cough Cool.

I really need to start reminding myself that cheerios are only part of a complete breakfast.

Also, need to go pick up my new glasses in Gaithersburg.

That's all I have to say to you right now, internet.

P.S. Last night's sleepy Bepstein quote was, "This isn't my house."

...

The universe has been around for something like thirteen.seven billion years.
We really are all made of stars,
which seems a lot less romantic with a factual basis.

I spent some time today thinking about where bits of me might end up in the next billion years.
When I was younger I was happy, then unhappy, then happy again.

You are more than the sum of your parts.

Rest your head

The show last night went really well.
Dustin (and the furniture) and Jordan (Big Spirit) brought their brand new baby pitbull pup with them. Her name is Florida and she likes sock, naps, ketchup and sitting in your lap/pocket.
Randi played her dinoset and then Big Spirit followed by Dustin.
There was a decent turnout for such short notice, plus a lot of people had already made plans to see fucked up.
After the show we listened to Why? and played pictionary.

Oh, I found my keys!
They were in Andy's car.

Also, I went to go see the new Underworld prequel with Greg today.
I'm not sure how I feel about it but I'm a big fan of all the ties to the original movie.

Speaking of movies, I was browsing the Oscar nominations.
Milk really needs to win best picture and Heath better pick up best supporting.

Toe tattoos soon, I promise.

I've been spending an awful lot of time at the tattoo museum recently so I've taken to writing out a tattoo schedule for myself.
Monday Alex gets his flower, Tyler gets his d*** shadow on the third, Patrick is getting toe tats with me in the next few days, Josh is getting his secret tattoo the next Wednesday that Adam is available and I need to get my composite supes filled in soon.

Sometimes when I'm extremely exhausted,
I yawn so intensely that I pull a muscle in my jaw and it wakes me up.
No sleep.

P.S. Skate 2 is fucking ridiculous.

there are no pan-asian supermarkets down in hell

So, I just lost my keys.
I hate losing shit.

I just got home, sans keys, and I have to get up way too early to go see the family dentist.

Where the fuck are my keys?

I just watched the blu-ray version of the Dark Knight on Andy's HD monster screen. I'm pretty sure that with the exception of Maggie Gyllenhaal, Batman was the least impressive character in that movie- which is fine because Aaron Eckart and Heath could've carried the film themselves, plus Gary Oldman plays a decent Gordon.
They really need to get a Green Lantern movie in the works.

I need to draw a tattoo for Lucia. I need to draw a tattoo for Amanda.
I need more people to draw tattoos for.

Oh! Oh! Last night, I saw a film
at the talking head.
VIGILANTE.
So intense.
I swear to god Fred Williamson would tear Batman apart.

Also, yesterday-
sick sled session in Wyman Park.
We spent the whole day sledding and tossing snowballs with the neighborhood kids.
and there were dogs everywhere!

I should probably mention that we're having a show at our house on Thursday.
Dustin and the Furniture and Big Spirit were supposed to play the Frisby House but it didn't work out so he called us up and asked to play at our place.
The Owls Go and Randi will be playing as well.
Hopefully it'll be a great show as it will probably be the only show we ever have at our house.
Come out, see some bands.
You know, you know.

I can't believe I lost my fucking keys.
I'm almost positive they're either in between Andy's sofa cushions, or beneath the passenger seat of his car.
The thing about that is, if you know anything about James Andrew Hering, you know he does not pick up his phone.

And the gargoyles? They came running.

THINGS ARE RATHER QUIET.

I dreamt that I was in a plane crash last night.
It was sort of like a '90s action movie crash in the way that I was under the impression that, had I been a major player in the film, I would've survived somehow.

Boca burgers are something you can live on for a decent amount of time, just sayin'.
I have a really bizarre appreciation for the combination of ketchup and mustard together on a burger.

I'm working on a pretty serious long-term prank on Tyler.
If you enjoy pizza and would like to help, let me know.

I'm a measly twenty pages from finishing the Halloween Tree,
I must go.

Last night's sleepy Bepstein Quote - was actually just a series of whistles and blowing sounds
"tsssssssssssschuuuuuuuuu"

Think ink, drink from the sink.

One of these clever girls will be tattooed on Ian Fischer in less than twelve hours.
I love drawing tattoos for people. I love going with friends to get tattoos.

Endless Mike and the Beagle Club were fantastic. They played my favorite song, This Machine Kills Pacifists.

I ended up grabbing a gallon of minute maid fruit punch from giant with Alex after the show, so much for breaking my juice habit.
I am a juice fiend.

No sleepy Bepstein quotes tonight, Randi and I scared him off with old injury stories. Speaking of which, I remembered a pretty crucial story which I hadn't thought of in a while.
So, homecoming night sophmore year of highschool I'm hanging out with James Andrew Hering (Andy) in my basement. He's playing with this big ol' knife. I gesture to him to stop messing around.
He slices off the tip of my left index finger.
True story,
we spend several hours in the emergency room stitching my finger back on.
We end up at the dance a few hours late and everyone sees this huge bandage on my finger and grabs at it.
Homecoming '02, what a night.

How do you forget shit like that? Thats the kind of story you could tell everyday for the rest of your life, and maybe I will now that I remember.

Obama traffic better not fuck up my day tomorrow.

Would you rather slub a wub-wub?

I need to get out more.

Endless Mike tomorrow night at the frisby house.
Also, I really want to go see My Bloody Valentine in 3d, anyone who's down with the third dimension is welcome to tag along.

Drake and Josh is such a sweet show. iCarly has its moments too.
i caught a couple episodes of both last night and they weren't bad.

Angie brought over this ridiculous Matthew Perry dramedy, everything goes belly up for him but he ends up winning back his wife's affection and the respect of his two haphazard siblings by shitting on his neighbor's yard.

I'm about 68% sure about moving to Chicago this summer.
I need to find a roommate, I need to find an apartment, I need to find a job.
Fuck real life.

I'm trying to ween myself off of fruit punch, it's not going over too well.
I'm a fuckin' juice fiend.

The sleepy Bepstein quote of the evening is: "did they ever get that balbum back?"

Tough Love 2: Expungement Day

It's not easy letting go,

but a time comes when you can't carry on any longer.
That time is now, friend.

Let go, Jack.