So I was wandering around campus trying to figure out where to get my loan money, kind of aimlessly, and I saw this person sitting outside of Waite Philips Hall. I did a quick double take and realized that it was that famous blogging wunderkind, Miss Sepi. I apologized for bailing on her wednesday night, and had a brief chat in which she told me not only where to go to get my loan money, but also who to talk to (when I got to the head of the line the guy in the red shirt and glasses was freed at the same time as some clueless looking dude, so I followed Spei's advice and went to the red shirt guy. Me: done in 5 minutes. The poor sap that was behind me: probably still there.), so I got my money and opened an account with the USCCU. Woo-hoo. Money, money, money. I briefly held in my hands (in the form of checks) more money than I have ever had on my person in my life, but thankfully, it was quickly deposited.
So Miss Sepi is now my own personal hero. And for helping a lost spigot in need, I'm gonna make her a couple good CDs. Cause not only is the girl an awesome and engaging writer, she has phenomenonal musical taste.
So go tell Sepi how cool she is.
Now.
What are you still doing here? Can't you see the post is over?
Well.
I still have no place to live.
Which is quickly consuming me.
But otherwise things are going unimaginably well.
Ok, so here's 5 records you should go buy:
the Blood Thirsty Lovers - the Blood Thirsty Lovers
Spanic Boys - Spanic Boys
Davíd Garza - Kingdom Come & Go
Super Furry Animals - Radiator
Tom Waits - Franks Wild Years
And five movies you should see:
Happy Accidents
Suture
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead
The Shape of Things
Night on Earth
And finally, five books you should read:
A History of the World in 10 and 1/2 Chapters by Julian Barnes
Songbook by Nick Hornby
Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
Altmann's Tounge by Brian Evenson
So Long and Thanks for All the Fish by Douglas Adams
That's all. I walked around for an hour today thinking about everything that could go wrong, and then I decided to stop. So I've been subtly smiling ever since.
Diane
"Nobody thinks it will work, do they?"
Lloyd
"No. You just described every great success story."
Well, I walked out of work
And I was tired as hell
Another day's come and gone and oh well
Somewhere there's a drink with my name on it
Well, I ordered a Scotch as I bust through them doors
Spilled half on my jeans
The other half on the floor
When I saw you standing by that video game
Well, I ain't very good
But I get practice by myself
Forgot my one line
So I just said what I felt
If only you were lonely,
If only you was lonely too,
If only you was lonely
I'd go home with you
Twenty push-ups this morning, that was half my goal
Tonight I'll be doin' pull-ups
On the toliet bowl
And somewhere somebody's throwin up
Well, I broke the seal on my door
And I poured myself to bed
The whirlpool spinning around in my head
Around in my head
There was liquor on my breath
And you were on my mind
And I'll be dreamin' of that smile
Without a care in the world
If only you were lonely,
If only you was lonely too,
If only you was lonely
I walked out of the kitchen
I was tired as hell
Another day's here and oh well
Somewhere there's a smile with my name on it.
-Paul I ever wanted.
others, you just wish you had packed your U2 CDs.
I'm calling the hiatus here at the spigot, until after the apartment search/figuring out my loan thing gets done. In brighter news, I got my Student ID today, and shot the shit for a while with the MPW people. And the student ID guy said "Oklahoma? Wow. Isn't that like the sooner state or something?" (people from california find it hard to believe that people could acutally live anywhere else in the world without constantly pining for california. It used to annoy the shit out of me, but now it amuses me and makes me pity their weak little souls.)
So during the hiatus, the blog will be doing one or more of the following to get into optimum LA shape for the redesign:
A) Developing an eating disorder and losing 15 pounds.
B) Developing a coke habit.
C) Buying lots of crappy pop-punk records so it can fit in with the cool california blogs. Talking indie rock goes over their heads.
D) Becoming a vegetarian.
E) Quitting the nasty coke habit.
F) Buying a convertable.
G) Going on auditions. Hey, it got a call back to play Doogie's blog in the movie version of Doogie Howser, M.D. starring Frankie Muniz.
H) Buying some trendy new clothes, getting a haircut, and hiring a personal trainer.
J) Learning how to surf.
K) Watching the OC religiously for tips on how to be more SoCal.
Which do you think the old unified theory of everything is occupying its time with while I look for a place to live and start classes?
P.S. Pictures from Bishop Allen in my backyard will be up with the redesign.
See you soon!!!!
That and I'm drunk. Billy and his friend Amy (who was quite hot, very knowledgeable 'bout music literature and film, and a freakin' writer (makes an effing living from it!!!), so, yeah, basically, I'm disappointed that I'm sitting here watching Rick Steve's with Billy (and not that I'm watching Rick Steve's), but you know what I mean. In any event, they took me to the best (tragically hip, but fun) and the worst (MY PEOPLE) bars in denver, and i had a great fucking time (besides not getting to make out with said Amy).
Riiiiiiighty-o. As far as learning gaelg (done, done and done), driving on the left, (lots of experience), and discussing the subjects I brought up (um, yeah, done) as well as pints (puh-lease), and rheims (for you? give me 24 hours.), I'm in. And you know airfare isn't particularly a problem for me. So I hope that was serious.
Cause I need a travel partner.
And these benefits you speak of?
Okay, this guy walks into a bar
No, I'm just, I'm just fucking with you, I'm kidding
No, there's this, this young bull and this old bull
And they're standing on top of a hill
And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California
So they're standing on top of this hill, right?
And they're looking out over a pasture full of cows
Whole fucking pasture
And the young bull turns to the old bull, and he goes,
'I got this really good idea.'
And they old bull's like, 'Yeah?'
And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California
'Yeah,' he's like, 'yeah, yeah, I got this really good idea.
Let's run down that hill and fuck one of those cows.'
And the old bull just looks at him, you know he's just looking at him
He's like, 'Look, I got a better idea.'
And the young bull's like, 'Oh yeah, what's your fucking brilliant idea?'
And the old bull goes...
And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California
And the old bull goes, 'Let's walk down that hill and fuck all of those cows, dig?'
You know, like he ain't been in town long or something, I dunno
And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California
-Liz Phair
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah girls blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah drinking blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah leaving for california tomorrow blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah going to miss friends blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah didn't hook up with cute girl at bar blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah in my defense, I didn't even try til I was trashed blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah feel bad about writing things like I'd like to hook up with cute girl blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and that I'd really like to get laid at some point in the near future blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah but then I remember that girl I'm feeling bad about saying stuff like that because of is involved in serious relationship blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah so I don't feel so bad blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah did I mention girls and drinking? just checking blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah want to be in edinburgh blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah with that girl blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and to make out in parisian night clubs we have no business being in again blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA. yeah. see you on monday or something blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I'll try to blog from denver and vegas if I get chances blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah love you kids blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
P.S. blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah shots of jager and tequila still sitting in bottom of throat blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and hey, it was my going away night, how come Kurt made out with a girl and not me? bastards blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
P.P.S. blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah want to fuck Cerys Matthews so badly, cause A) she's really hot, B)the way she makes endlessly into "end-uh-less-ly" and C) the way she sings the line "I'm a good girl" blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah probably alienating my female demographic here blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah but seriously. it's been a while. and if you take away the ill advised decisions (if you know, you know. if you don't, it's probably as bad as you think), it's been a really long time. not that the ill advised decisions somehow negate the sex, but I just want a nice normal girl. like sylvia plath blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I heart you guys blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I'm Audi 5K. see you on the left coast blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
P.P.P.S. blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and it's not like I'm ugly. I mean, I'm a little chubby, but I've been working on that blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah maybe my standards are too high. but I mean, is not married, no kids really too high? blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah oh yeah, and must be able to talk about one of the following while drunk: A)Gabriel Garcia Marquez B)Hume's theory of meaning C)the crane shot from the stairs to Ingrid Bergman's hand, which is holding the wine cellar key in Notorious or D)The Clash and how important they were blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah seriously. even if it's just a drunk fuck blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and I have really killer eyes. like dead sexy. and guys always tell me I look like ewan mcgregor. I wish it was girls, but guys saying it is better than nothing blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and I can be really nice. and I think I'm decent in the sack blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah this is pathetic, I'm outta here blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
I realized they switched the Simpsons re-runs from the UPN station 3 times a day to the Fox station ONE time a day.
That shit is just plain wrong.
Can I just hurry up and become the indie rock flavor of the month so I can date Winona Ryder?
Damn, she's still so fine.
She can lift my shop any time, if you know what I mean.
It rained today the whole drive back from Tahlequah.
Big rain drops descending from their clouds to the earth, my civic slicing through their sheets.
The air was warm and already thick with moisture, but in my head, the vapor-residue of a dream from the night before snaked its way into my consciousness.
A cool rain was falling on the silver car, not a honda. A peugeot, maybe. It's not the highway any longer either, but a two lane road, and the land undulates a bit more. The lush green terrain is soaked by the spring rain, and I glance over at you, and don't remember where this is, or why you're sitting in the passenger seat looking at a map. I am pleasantly suprised. Driving rain is always beautiful, but this was dream driving rain and the scenery would have been incredible without the rain. The sky is a dead grey, and you're one of the only people that I know that would look outside and think a dead grey rainy sky was beautiful too. I ask you where we're going, calmly trying to figure out what's happening, why I'm here. You just reply "Galway, silly."
And that's all the vapor gave me.
Hope cow-tipping land is treating you well.
Just a short note before I go into work (I'll have more tomorrow probably, as I'm working 'til late.):
The party was great.
Bishop Allen was great, and really nice.
Thanks to petey and the undertoad (no time for links, but I'll remedy that situation later) for stopping by, sorry I didn't get to talk to you guys more, but I was being the flitty host at that point. And undertoad, thank you so much for the gifts! I'm using the little notepad to compose my next installment of last night's events at work!
Thanks to Sarah B. for knowing Bishop Allen, and just knowing very, very cool people. I totally heart all of your friends. They're good people.
Thanks to my friends, who are not good people, but in fact social degenerates, and that's precicsely why I love them all so much, and will miss them badly.
Lastly, thanks to the Empire for not having Bishop Allen, so they could play what will surely go down as one of my all time fav shows, all in MY FREAKIN' BACKYARD! YEAH!!!!!
And also thanks to Empire for not kicking me and my friends out later that night when we broke a table in half by dancing on it. And thanks for not cutting us off at that point too.
I feel fantastic. I love life. I really truly love the fact that I have bruises from said table demolition, and feel kinda like I got in a fight.
Damn, I love my life. I just hope LA is this much fun every once in a while.
More later, I heart you all, babys,
steve of the spig people
P.S. I really mean that. I do heart you. Especially that cute girl in the back. Hey there, cutie.
Thanks everybody for your congratulations on my acceptance into grad school.
I'll be attending the Master of Professional Writing (MPW) program at USC. I signed up for my classes yesterday, so now all I need is a really cheap place to live and for my loan to come through. So if anybody knows of any studios or one bedrooms in Los Feliz, Silverlake, Hollywood or the like (NOT too close to USC, but not so far I have a big long commute either) let the spig know. And if you've got several thousand dollars you'd like to go to a bright young writer's tuition, that'd be rad too.
If all goes according to plan, I'll be out of T-town on the 15th or 16th. Which means lots of packing.
A bit overwhelmed and very stressed about things,
your one and only spig.
But listening to More than words now, am I the only one who thinks it sounds like a teenage boy trying to talk his way into a blow job?
The 'Steve is Audi 5k, mofos' party:
This friday from about 6-10:30pm there will be a cookout with beer*, burgers, brats, and most likely Brooklyn-based band Bishop Allen** (the band with Christian of The Spark fame!) at the loverly Spigot household***. So tell your friends (at least the ones that know me. Scratch that, the ones that know AND like me), your bands, your marauding hordes and your women to mosey on down to what is essentially**** a going away party for meself. Please RSVP in the comments and give an estimate of how many***** peoples wil be joining youse. After the party we will be going out on the town to get 'totally wasted, dude.'
Rock too big for one hand,
Steve
* Some beer will be provided. It probably won't be very good beer, so if you're too good for bud or miller products, please bring your own beer to avoid complications. Burgers and Brats will also be provided.
** If by some miracle Empire quits being non-committal about Bishop Allen playing there Friday, then they may only do an acoustic set here, or may not play at all. But it will still be fun.
*** If you need directions, let me know.
**** Essentially, since it is probably the last friday night I will be in town and I have to work Saturday. So you better come. And it's also partly due to the fact that I made a drunken promise about throwing a backyard party if I couldn't get Bishop Allen a gig in town. Which works out nicely.
***** If at all possible, please try to carpool, as my street has limited parking. And so I have a rough idea of how much beer to buy.
1) Going to see a movie at the local indie theater and discovering that the soundtrack is entirely Elvis songs.
2) Realizing that moving to LA means you get to see this band once a week for the rest of august.
3) And getting to see the frames open for calexico at the el rey. that's gonna be fucking rad. Really fucking rad. Like maybe best show of my life rad.
You know what I want now?
A really fucking hot and steamy affair.
Like the ripping off clothes, tossing each other into walls, knocking over tables whilst fucking type hot and steamy affair.
The kind where you're sore and have bruises all over your body the next day.
The kind where you're compelled to molest each other in public places.
The kind where you spend entire weekends in bed, forgetting to eat, ripping the phone cord out of the wall, and just making out and fucking.
Yeah, baby.
Turn the volume up really loud and prepare to shake that ass.