In the last two days I have had two very WTF moments concerning my Saturday night.

I keep writing here saying what a monster I am, but these instances don't happen near as often as they used to. But, holy shit. When a girl comes up to you at a bathroom in a bar and sings a David Lee Roth song to you and says "Hahah! you Saturday night! So funny"

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

Answers:

a) I maybe sung at Rock Band? And it was laughable (this is the best option, and I don't think it is it)

b) I maybe put on that song on an ipod? And sang to it? Oh fuck.

c) Maybe I sang it out of nowhere? WHY WOULD I DO THAT. I ONLY KNOW ONE LINE TO THE SONG, THAT CAN'T BE IT

Seriously, I'm baffled. My response was "maybe I should research my Saturday night further" and she provided no clarification but she was laughing so that is okay? If it was really embarrassing and terrible, I assume that she wouldn't have brought it up to save us both the trouble, right?

Anyways. BRB going to put head in the sand.

let's talk about the internet on the internet.

Although I've already tweeted/posted about my feelings about this train wreck of a conversation, it really did make me re-think my internetting.

I have been using this blog for over three years now, and before that I had been using livejournal since 2002. These are not facts I advertise in other places for what I think are obvious reasons. I also use twitter and am kind of in love with it, but I keep my account locked because unfortunately, my mom is good at googling.

I guess I'm saying that for years and years I have been putting my life out on the internet. I sometimes feel more comfortable sharing things via this blog and past blogs than I have sitting down and talking to my parents. I guess that can sound sort of fucked, but I find comfort in writing my honest shit. I do a lot of fucked up and bad things and somehow people still like me for it, so it can't all be terrible.

But I guess the whole thing is, just because it's on the internet should we be telling everybody about it? I like my little hole on the internet and reading old entries humbles me in a way that is pretty impossible to describe. I guess I just hate when people say "Welcome to the internet".

I've been a hypocrite in some ways about all this but hey, I'm a growing girl and just let me have a chance to think about shit for awhile.

Yes, I do have this public blog and anyone can probably find it. But at the same time, I don't want people grabbing bits of things I say here and posting it elsewhere. I think that is totally reasonable, but again I put this information out there so would I be in the wrong if I were ticked off? Maybe.

Same with this whole twitter shit. I get both sides of the argument but at the end of the day if you don't want your posts on someone's site, I think the courteous thing to do would be to respect someone's wishes for it. Not just "Welcome to the internet" or whatever.

Either way, I'm going to make a website called SEXYPEISLUTS.COM and use the same twitter criteria and it will be fine because it's all legal and whatever.

Remember my old roommate in University that I used to write livejournal entries about all of the time?
Well she got married.

I really need to make a website.

I've tried doing it myself but everything has failed horribly.

I really need something to show people when people are (for some reason) interested in buying stuff from me or want me to take photos for them. I'm still confused as to why that is, but I bet it's because they presume (correctly) that I am cheap.

Anyways. It just would be nice to not direct people to my yucky flickr page or something.

But essentially, I want the following:

+ nice and clean "logo"
+ a "portfolio" AND entry/blog type system (can this work?)
+ no pop-out windows
+ no music


I don't know if it can work, but I have ideas in my brain. Maybe I will have to do a "portfolio" type page with a link to a blog somewhere else (which would enable me to take all ofmy photos off fb probably) and that could maybe work? Sweet fuck I have no time to figure this stuff out.

hpx v.2009

I'm heading to Halifax in about two hours.
This pop explosion will be vastly different than my last. That's okay. I wasn't the super star champion I was back then. That's okay.

My HPX 2006

Some funny things to note:
+ I didn't like Dog Day
+ Bought sailor clothes, even then
+ rambling
+ talked about my boobs too much

I guess those aren't funny.

Anyway. My plans are +to drink Colt 45 (HAHA LIFE CHOICES!)
+see Japanther (FINALLY)
+see Girl Talk
+try not to punch everyone at Girl Talk because I will probably hate them
+go to H&M
+try not to be at a mall for too long (the downfall of travelling with girls I guess)
+buy weird beer
+zine fair