Christmas Trees, Pride, and Other Things...

Hey! We've (almost) all written on this blog like pretty much a lot the last few days! I'm proud as heck of all of you but then my mom called me and said, "your friends are all writing a heckuva' lot on the blog and you aren't doing a damn thing!" And she was right. I was too busy being happy that everyone else was writing that I forgot to.

I Proclaim: I Will Never Be Proud of Any of You Again!

But cut me a break, I'm busy as hell preparing to be internationally famous. School alternates between being pretty cool and a shit show. I got here and was like, "art kids aren't as bad as everyone says they are! Mostly they are either more nerdy or more gay (if you can believe that) than me, so it should be a breeze!" But then I discovered that film students and teachers are the reprehensible and disgusting creatures that give other art students a bad name.

"you guys look at my camera you guys!" This is every day of my life here.

Looking at what I know about people like George Lucas, Quentin Tarantino, and Public Enemy #1 James Cameron, I should have known that film students would be self-improtant, name-dropping reptiles. If any type of art student is going to corner you and talk to you about terrible shit you will never ever care about, it's film students. But like ummm, I don't have any hard evidence or anecdotes proving they are badguys so just take my word for it.

Chicago Christmas is ramping up early and going deeper than balls deep. Halloween was pretty cool and there are enough freaks here that it was a good and drunken time, filled with Olive and karaoke, but Christmas is shaping up to be old-school and hella classy, like with department store window displays, horse drawn carriages... that sort of jubilant holiday stuff that I depend on to get me through the other 11 months of the year. It snowed about two and a half flakes yesterday, the people in the apartment across from mine put up their tree, and I just discovered Pandora has Holiday stations so I'm literally a pig in shit right now.

this is me

That's all! Still no word from Bill Murray! I swear this isn't a creepy thing, Bill! Even just an e-mail talking about your time in Butte would suffice. I'm deadly curious about the whole situation is all.

MEGA FAUNA cont.

I was just cleaning my room and a tiny SCORPION ran out from under my bed! While I went to get my camera the scorpion ran under my dresser. Now I'm sitting here with a poisonous arachnid hiding under my furniture. If it comes out and stings me and I die, I just want you all to know that I love you very very much and it's been great watching you all grow up into such fine young adults.

S.O.S

I just saw a commercial for a company which offered to connect customers to guardian angels via text message. We need to get in on this.

it's no shave november!

i expect all of our male contributors to post pictures of their progress, and in return, i won't. (this clause exempts calvin seeing as how he could not grow facial hair if he tried really really hard and used lots of rogaine on his face.)

i know you guys will never be as awesome as these guys, but give it a go for testicular cancer awareness and my enjoyment.... ok mostly my enjoyment but we can hide it under the testicular cancer guise to keep some of your dignity intact.

this is a picture of bill murray with a mustache

on a sadder note, i had to leave sam in chicago. i would have stayed but i have a dog in montana that i could not bear to part with and none of my friends are responsible enough to get him on a plane safely. poo. he does have one really cool roommate who told him that russ and i are beautiful (tee hee) and one not so cool room mate who wears lots of red flannel and watches sports center all day long. but his hawt latina girlfriend makes up for it. russell tried to get us all killed halloween night by inappropriately high-fiving gangsters, but before that we all sang karaoke and got real drunk at some sort of karaoke bar where the dj sang purple rain and it was the coolest thing i have ever witnessed in my life. pictures are up on facebook for those of you who are interested. i got to see a real live shark at the shedd aquarium and almost pooped myself, but luckily there were sea horses to save the day. all in all chicago is pretty rad.

i'm thinking about quitting the cigarettes, but like most things in my life i will more than likely abandon this idea within the week.

gss tattoo coming soon. promise.

MEGA FAUNA!

Hey GIANT SPIDER SOCIETY! I was walking home today and I found a GIANT STICK BUG!

This ferocious beast did absolutely nothing for like 15 minutes so after I took a billion pictures of him/her I peaced out, ever so certain that we would never cross paths again. Actually, he/she is still probably chilling out in the same place. The background in the photo isn't a tree. It's some iron post-modern art thing. Sam would have real opinions about it.

Julia, congratulations on two legitimate blog posts. If we were all as dedicated as you this blog would be off the charts. But you didn't mention Bill Murray.

Bill Murray Bill Murray. Giant Spider Society Loves Bill Murray. Bill Murray.

I miss you guys. My diet here mainly consists of fried bananas.

One more thing

Elvis Costello came out with a new album that I have not listened to and probably won't ever. It didn't even make it into the KBGA library.... straight to trash bin.

You're gonna get weak ankles if you keep standing like that, E.

Also I have the first couple seasons of SNL and Elvis Costello has the single worst performance in all of it.

Anyway this is merely a warning to Sam so he wears things on his head so his ears and ass don't bleed all over Chicago before I get a chance to see it.

I forget

A couple days ago I thought several times "I should blog about that," but I've since forgotten everything I was going to say in cyberspace. I shall, instead, relay to you the same kind of nonsense I usually shit all over this page.

First order of business: Painting our house has progressed but mildly. Cheddar went out to pick a color for the livingroom and texted me while I was at work "Im goin with a blue green." I thought "Well, it's no Italian Buff but we'll see how it looks." I got home to a blue green unlike what I expected (relatively neutral, soothing, and easy to coordinate with everything else). It was... teal. This color teal:

Thank you, Chet.

"Wow, Cheddar," I said. "That's what you meant by blue-green, huh?"
"I called my mom and I think she led me in the right direction...."
"But you got lost along the way?"
"I'm COLORBLIND!"

Fuck. The name of the paint is LITERALLY "LaFonda Teal." Even colorblind people should know that shit's ridiculoos.

I managed to convince him to only do the accent walls and this weekend we're doing the rest in "Colonial Cream," which should mellow it out a bit. The kitchen will be "Golden Tulip" with "Colonial Cream" and Matt did the main floor bathroom (by that I mean sort of did the main bathroom... including the inside of the shower....???) in "Someone Ate a Raincloud Then Took a Dump All Over These Walls... And Shower...."

It's lookin good.

For those who wish to know, mainly Olivia, my Halloween was the most boring Halloween possible (except for all the boring Halloweens my 30-something friends had individually). We went to a party (I, a sunflower, Clark, a giant joint) but turned in pretty early. To clarify: slept in the KBGA bus, which wasn't wholly uncomfortable, just smelled like gasoline. And Clark's face was green and we were both on a twin mattress... real spooky.

Clark, my black girlfriend
(Just kidding I am racist I would never date a black girl)

Good news is that sixth-graders are way cooler than I remember them being. Or remember being. Bad news is they think Chuck Norris actually did all those things and his "autobiography" counts as a novel. Whatever. I got to tell some other chumps about House of the Scorpion and Holes. YA Lit is such a freaking cool thing to read for homework, by the WAY.

Ummmmm otherwise, Clark is in the northern Montana wilderness recording an album for a week and I am ridiculously lonely as a result, so I'm going to find some more children's novels to console my bitter heart.