Meagan Doesn’t Like Rhyming

Thursday, 28 February 2002

mea­gan doesn’t like my rhyming. per­son­al­ly i don’t like it much ei­ther. how­ev­er, it helps me learn rhythm so i play with it every once and awhile. here is the lat­est in­stall­ment.


Tuesday, 26 February 2002

to­day was a lit­tle bet­ter. i on­ly saw the lit­tle fuck­ing bonobo twice. un­for­tu­nate­ly both times he made some sort of greet­ing di­rect­ed at me. al­so un­for­tu­nate, he was with his red­head­ed cock­warmer one of those times. The Vagina Monologues were awe­some though. Women like that are cool. all of the peo­ple bitch­ing about it are fools. my boys are com­ing up to vis­it me over break. its gonna be good times.


Sunday, 24 February 2002

i just want to be hap­py again.


Tuesday, 19 February 2002

Well I have my camera…getting it to work is the hard part. Slow and steady wins the race ex­cept I have alot of work to do. I am al­most ready to burn my old sketch­book jour­nal. Parting with it will not be bit­ter­sweet. I’ll be glad to see it go. Besides, I’m sav­ing the good stuff.


Sunday, 17 February 2002

JPW is over and mom had a good time. I bought a new sketch­book to­day, my old one is full. I think I am go­ing to burn it.

Concerts as of 2002

Friday, 15 February 2002

mom is show­ing up to­day for Junior Parents’ Weekend. I hope this is a great ex­pe­ri­ence. We have porn­star seat­ing at ta­ble 1 and ta­ble 6 for the meals. i’m not get­ting any work done this week­end, i can al­ready tell you. con­certs i have been to: The Beach Boys: I think I was 8. All I re­mem­ber was that there was a huge col­umn right in front of me that said “I (heart) Summer.” Jimmy Page and Robert Plant: Freshman in High School. I went with some guys from Kmart. Totally awe­some con­cert. They played all the best Zeppelin (but not Stairway dammit) and stuff from their newest al­bum. My seats were in the nose­bleed sec­tion and I had a con­tact buzz from all the gan­ja smoke which made me crave White Castles af­ter the con­cert. Anything that makes you want to eat White Castles is a very dan­ger­ous sub­stance. The Smashing Pumpkins: Saw them for the first time at Purdue with my bud­dies Brian and Phil. During their Machina tour. It blew me away. I just wish it hadn’t been in an au­di­to­ri­um so I could have jumped around all crazy­like. MayDay 2000: The 2nd best twen­ty dol­lars I have ever spent. Papa Roach, Three Doors Down, Bloodhound Gang and Godsmack. All day. Papa Roach sucked, 3DD was ok, I saw so many breasts when Bloodhound Gang came on be­cause they were pro­mot­ing their “Hooray for Boobies” al­bum. Godsmack was CRAZY. It rained just enough to make it in­ter­est­ing and we ripped up the sod from the lawn and were throw­ing it all over. A sea of mosh­ing. it rocked. Summer Sanitarium Tour: System of a Down. Poweman 5000, Kidrock, Korn and Metallica. Another all day thing. It got kin­da old be­cause I on­ly want­ed to see PM5K and Metallica. PM5K kicked a whole lot­ta ass. Metallica was…interesting. Hetfield had fucked up his back and wasn’t there, so Jason did the singing, and the gui­tarist from System of a Down played with them. Kidrock even bust­ed out the turnta­bles. Once in a life­time event. I still don’t know whether I liked it or not… Metallica: They gave a free con­cert since James wasn’t there. THIS WAS TOTAL METAL. I got an ex­tra tick­et and took my friend Brian with me. Our seat were in the bal­cony di­rect­ly across from the stage. The speak­ers tried to take off my head it was so loud. I think my ears bled and I rup­tured my spleen. I loved it. The Smashing Pumpkins: I saw their 2nd to last con­cert ever! Total tran­scen­dence. Touching, mov­ing, ex­is­ten­tial bliss. Crappy seats though. The Toadies: The best 20 dol­lars I have ever spent. I want­ed to get to Bogart’s ear­ly so we could get in good po­si­tion. We did. I spent the whole con­cert hold­ing on to the grate and singing along at the top of my lungs. Afterward, I made us go around back and get their au­to­graphs. It was well worth it see­ing as they broke up a month lat­er. Xfest 2k1: I don’t re­mem­ber all of the bands but here is a good list… Linkin Park, Static X, non­point, Live, Rammstein, Our Lady Peace, and a bunch of oth­ers. Static X was in­tense as was non­point, Live is al­ways good. I was in the mosh pit so long that i was soaked with my sweat and the sweat of oth­ers by the time I left. I got kicked in the head four times, pro­tect­ed a hot chick from get­ting tram­pled, and helped some strip­pers over the fence be­cause they prob­a­bly want­ed to go get it on with the bands back­stage. Live brought me back from the dead. I was ex­haust­ed by the end, but that was well worth it.

Thursday, 14 February 2002

Valentine’s Day my ass. At least my moth­er loves me. This is the sto­ry of my life. I or­dered a we­b­cam yes­ter­day and hope­ful­ly I’ll get it hooked up and func­tion­ing as a part of my web­site once it ar­rives. I fig­ured out what I want my do­main name to be when I get a web­site. or​gan​icme​chan​ic​.org. It has a nice ring to it I think, and it is a para­dox. I am an or­gan­ic be­ing that be­haves in a mech­a­nism (so­ci­ety) that is at the same time an or­gan­ic sys­tem with peo­ple as the mech­a­nism. Oh yeah. Unfortunately, the way the world works, I have to pur­chase the name from some­one, even though it does not be­long to any­one. Supposedly that is why peo­ple can sell it. Fuckin’ cap­i­tal­ists.