[::..The Optic Monologues..::]

[::..Tuesday, February 18, 2003..::]

the new madison scouts uniform:

are you sitting down?

so. let me pick this apart for you:

that's a fucking ugly shade of green. their uni's should be white, green, and red. no black.

black jackets are always a bad idea.

the aussie is still there, which is great, but they don't match the uniform at all. cesario doesn't know shit about design. if you have a dark jacket, you need a light accent to tie the white hat in.

it needs the red cords on the shoulder, to compensate for the RAPE of the red sash. bastard.

make that rectangle go away.

basicly, the jacket is bad design. black should only be an accent color. i like the fleur de lis design. but the colors are ALL wrong. god. i hate bad design.

but they'll probably grow on me.... and they'll probably look a lot better from the stands. but it's not about the uniform. it's not about the uniform. i just keep telling myself that.

[::..Del mooned at 5:30 PM..::]

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[::..Del mooned at 12:32 AM..::]

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[::..Monday, February 17, 2003..::]

amusing:

Me: come, partake of the party potatos!
Them: what's a party potato?
Me: it's like a party, only in a potato!
Them: ......in your pants?
Me: ......no.

Rob: so what'd you get me?
Me: the collected works of nicholas cage.
Rob: does it come in a collector's toilet?

the snow at home is cool. it's like sand, only with sleet.

weekend. weird. let's not go there. i bought the chicago soundtrack. OH! and yesterday i got the My So-Called Life DVD set in the mail! the whole series! i haven't even finished watching it yet. it's the best thing ever.

valentine's day..... had date with andrea. and ethan. much fun ensued. he is the best baby ever. i think he has supernatural powers... he got us free dessert at the olive garden. and so well behaved. and he's a beautiful baby. arrgh. i can only hope my babies are so docile. then we went shopping. and while shopping, i found a pair of superman underoos in my size. panties..... i didn't shop in the little boy's section.

.....this time.

i also found a new perfume i really like. Ralph Lauren's Romance. it's awesome. there's a mannequin in the mall that looks like the one on the Axe commercial. i wanted to sniff it and tweak it's nipples. but yon boy's section called me thither.

[::..Del mooned at 7:34 PM..::]

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[::..Thursday, February 13, 2003..::]

hey. about all this terrorist shit. biological warfare. duct tape. jesus fucking christ, grow a spine. if i go down, i'm going down with a smile on my face. not huddled in a basement, waiting. you're all pussies. i'm still going on a fake date with andrea tomorrow. i still have people to visit this weekend. i still have shit to do today. if i die (in the incredibly unlikely instance) of biological warfare, i die. if i don't, cool. i hate worrying and i guarentee that those bastards over there don't deserve even a second of my thought.

and anyway. i'm not saying biological warfare isn't a possibility. i'm not saying that DC is safe. but honestly..... it's the media. they can get lots of viewrs this way. big scare. big $$$$. don't be a chimp.

and now i have a theory test to take. thank you.

[::..Del mooned at 9:27 AM..::]

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[::..Monday, February 10, 2003..::]

goddamnit. i post! why do they disappear? fucking hell.

so you know what's weird? when people put depressing songs on their profiles and journals, and you're not sure whether they're writing out the lyrics because their irrepairably depressed, or they just like the song. which is pretty much every dashboard song. but anyway.

i saw chicago today. mother of jesus. i must go again. i've never seen the show, so i have nothing to compare to, but wow. i never cared for the plot (and still don't think it's very taxing), but it definately kept my interest. i have a feeling when i buy that DVD, all i'll watch is the musical numbers. basicly cell block tango, all that jazz, and the finale. which blew my mind. i love tommy guns. oh, and it's PG-13. wtf? 13? the first musical number is backed up by renee and that guy screwing.

before that, i ordered the entire my So-Called Life DVD set. all 19 episodes. booyah, wellah. i got it 40 bucks less than borders was peddling it for.

hypocriticly, i'm going to a winterguard thing saturday in support of erin and josh. maybe.

devin, michelle, and i went to our obligatory video viewing so we can get our birth control. yet devin and i are not getting any. but shhh, the patch is cool. anyway...... yeah. it was THE most offensive 8th grade health class video ever. circa 1982. and they SHOWED THE GYNO EXAM. i mean, we're sitting here watching "tina" get all in a huff about getting her exam, and they're talking, and then BAM. bearded clam. it's the hairiest fucking thing ever. you'd think if your twat was going to be on camera, you'd trim the hedges a little. but noooo. this chick had a fro. so all the girls in the room sat in uncomfortable silence as the gyno walked us through the exam. actually, i giggled, because i'm infantile. but jesus. that image is burned onto my retinas. *shudder*

got a refill on Ambien and new ADD meds. this is good. i love high-powered sleeping drugs.

you know what i miss? summer. i usually hate summer. but i miss hanging out with thom and cory and andrea. i miss getting stoned out of my mind onstage and trying on hats. i miss thom in general. i have to force myself to call him. i just have to. he's probably one of the best friends i'll ever have. i don't regret walking out on him...... he was being a drunk bastard. i just wish he'd get his head on straight (no pun intended) and DO something. but what do i say when i call.

[::..Del mooned at 1:26 AM..::]

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[::..Sunday, February 02, 2003..::]

girls suck.

they're lame. 90% of them. they're irrational and whiney and manipulative. my pet peeves are:
#1.... bad movie/theatre manners
#2.... tardiness
#3.... girls.... more specificly, stupid girlfriends

why do you guys put up with our shit? i wouldn't. i could never be a straight man or a lesbian, i swear. i'd be an awesome gay guy. but i'd be such a raging flamer..... i'd be a hardcore drag queen. anyway. yeah. i have three diff. situations where guys i know have these lame girlfriends, and it honestly takes up way too much of my thought. but for some reason it still gets under my skin. it's none of my fucking buisness, i know. i barely even know the girls in two of the situations...... they could be ok people for all i know. but as soon as your turn into the girlfriend from hell, you're no.1 on my shit list. maybe it's because i don't think girls like that deserve those guys, maybe it's because i know i'm a nice girlfriend, yet i don't have anyone, and they do. which is really petty and immature, and i don't like thinking that i'm like that. oh, fuck it all. i'm going to bed.

ok, so people are going to get all pissy about this. but in GENERAL, guard girls are so lame. i've been around female dancers for as long as i can remember, and they're the most irritating group of people. all of them...... not just guard girls. ballet girls too. EAT SOMETHING, for GOD'S SAKE. ugh. anyway, most guard girls i have ever known have driven me insane with their bad jokes and inane cheers during games. stop singing our songs. if you want to make musical contributions to the band, learn a fucking instrument. don't fucking sing (badly) and sway back and forth while we're playing. you look like retards. and it's so rude. do we dance around while you're doing your show? no.
quite a lot of girls are also excluded from this stereotype, though. jackie, sarah, jill, tasha, amber..... a few of my close friends have been guard girls, albeit unconventional ones. and i'm not saying i don't love the sport. i do. it rules. and the eiu guard is really quite good, esp. for a college band. but we need more boys. which beings me to another point: color guard should be an all-male sport. guard boys. what can i say? other than the occasional queen, they seem to be a good lot. and men are so sexy when they spin rifle. rawr.

i've been pissy for weeks. blah. bedtime.

[::..Del mooned at 11:17 PM..::]

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[::..Saturday, February 01, 2003..::]

chambana trip: cancelled. we're going at a later date. so now my plans for tonight are to heckle the visiting team at pep band.

i wrote sarah a letter, and after i get the baby pictures done, i'm gonna mail it. i basicly apologize for being distant during her visit, and tell her how much she hurt me by ditching me for warped tour in June. that's all behind me now, and i'm not mad anymore. i really, really wish we could still be friends. but as long as she lets her family manipulate her, i think it's impossible. when she visited, she was rude and.... well, like her family. not to her knowledge, of course........ but that's hardly an excuse. i just wish things could be like they used to be.

i'm painting my fingernails electric pink. divine decadence.

[::..Del mooned at 5:40 PM..::]

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