damn you mr. pillowpants

so much to say and so little time in life to do it...saturday night we went to this crazyass bar in nyc called Karma which we choose bc of the hookas...it was supposedly like Kush, but not all pretensious and um, $300/bottle expensive. we got there and it was a bit suckfest, cuz suzieye (whose bday it was) was pissed cuz there were no tables, we were all tired, the redbull and vodkas were $9, so on and so forth...and the table we were scouting was supposedly reserved but there was only one drippy drunk girl there dancing like a lanky weirdo...luckily andy spotted a sweeeeet ass spot right in front, with a velvety couch and a long table and not one but TWO hookas and a bunch of silly little stools. our party of 11 was quite comfy, and we had a fucking blast! i FINALLY got to do a jagerbomb (which was que delicioso) and we got SIX rounds of hooka tobacco which is quite insane looking back on it. by the end of the night i was um, drunk, so i ordered "chicacherrycola" flavor, which was one cherry and one cola. how retarded is that? the next day, of course, the baby woke up and started calling for me at some ungodly early hour (see, when paulie and the twins babysit, they stay up later than we get home so they're not awake when the baby gets up. they suck!)so i was up and awake and hungover all day. andy and the guys had practice at 11, which i thought was a joke cuz i figured they would all be out of commision. but no, they were all there by 12ish, and they sounded so awesome. they had a really fun practice, really loose and silly and just amazing and playing crazy songs like "i'm just a girl in the world..." after, we sat around on my mom's porch bullshitting, talking about the upcoming beadlepalooza, planning the t-shirts, getting excited, having fun. then we go home to nap (uh, cuz i had to go to a wedding that night.) as soon as i close my eyes, andy's cell phone starts to ring (the dx theme)and it's michael j, with the worst news EVER... beadlepalooza is cancelled. what the fuck?! unfortunately the amazing article in the westmorenews got them in some trouble w/billy's landlord and the police and firemen...they must have assumed it was some sort of pagan rockfest instead of a fucking barbeque...anyway, we're still trying to come up with ideas, so we'll discuss that later.
okay, so then i go to a wedding. the thing was with this wedding was that it was one of andy's old friends from h.s. who i wasn't really close with, but i was informed early that i would be sitting at a table with 2 guys i knew from a few years ago during quite a bad summer...so i was NOT looking forward to it. i was STILL hungover at the cocktail hour and didn't want to drink. i ended up hanging out w/chucky and sandy eye, who i fucking LOVE (they are awesome the likes of phil and april! i adore them!) when andy breaks the news that my fucking exboyfriend is tending bar that night. NICE. like its not bad enough all the weird old people i have to see. but whatever. i like weddings. i start drinking some cabernet and loosening up and i end up talking to the weirdos i used to be friends w/, and the wedding is beautiful and i cannot wait for becky and mark's wedding! some bitch w/frizzy hair in bad need of a flat ironing made some fucked up comments about my tattoos on my back (her:"are you an astrologer?"with a dumb bitch look on her face. me:"do you have a flat iron?" with a cheesy grin and my middle finger up)but other than that, it was a good time. i sang loudly tho, that last song "last dance" and andy was like, dude, shut up! but i liked it a lot.
monday night andy and i took paulie the squirrel out for his 14th bday which was today. we ate the heavenly treat that is chillis, and went to see clerks 2.

clerks 2.

it was a big fucking risk for kevin smith to do this movie. i mean, clerks is ingrained in our brains, its a part of our soul, so there was really no way that he would really succeed with this movie. at first i was totally hating on it. first of all, dante is not a fucking stud, and he was making me uneasy with his confident act. rosario dawson should NOT have been a lead. having kevin smith's wife was ok, cuz she's like one of the new jersey regular people that should be in this movie (where was veronica? where is caitlin bree?)but i hate when these bigname hollywood actresses come into these movies, cuz they don't really work. like that dumb chick from dogma. come on, couldn't they find someone who fit more? but whatever. there were some cute clerk cameos (the original wilem appeared, jason lee was some douchey guy who looked like my name is earl, ben assface was there for one second, and ethan suppley a.k.a. wilem from mallrats was there buying drugs with the kid who bought drugs from jay and silent bob strike back. i love things like that).
the guy who played elias was fucking hilarous and made the movie bearable (oh man, mr. pillowpants the pussytroll). as of course did jay and silent bob (oh man jay nearly kills me with the chapstick). there was a very funny lotr/star wars fight, which made me giggle. there was a lot of bullshit and dumb gags that were just not funny (most awkward scene: randal is slamming on some handicapped guy's blog, calling him crippy and talking shit about him being in a wheelchair. and of course there is a young dude in a wheel chair in front of us.)anyway, the end was great. after a big cheezefest of retardation, it goes full circle and yes, i had tears in my eyes when i saw the guidance counciler with the milk. and then they end the movie with a soul asylum song. so it ended in a positive fashion. i'd like to see it again. cuz i love clerks.

then i took paulie to get his other ear pierced. my parents (who hate me for getting his ear pierced)got him a new doggy, which he named dico (yes, after brandon) and he is a cute little guy. he is 14. ew. paulie not dico, dico is only 3 months. and he nearly ate juliet.

becky picked out a dress! we're going thurs. night to check that shit out.

the fucking WHO is playing this summer at jones beach and madison square garden and the tix are $400 each. whY!?! i would LOVE to see the who. ahhhhh. and POISON too. good seats, like vip ones, are $250 each. bummer. one of these days i'm so going to spend $400/ticket to see the who. before they die, for fuck's sake.

8 days left of my practicum! haven't even pretended to start my paper.