Highs and lows, joys and sorrows

It's been a weekend of mixed blessings. Friday was one of the most awesome days I've enjoyed in a long, long time, getting to spend endless hours of it with donkeyjon and stitchedsutures as well as old friend Chris, whom I got to learn some disturbing things about. We went to Fazoli's for maximum Italian food goodness, then mostly just hung around my house talking about masturbation and scary roommate experiences. We took some rockin' photos of me in full death metal costume, posing with swords and spiky guitars and everything. Later on Lesley joined us and we went over to her house for a White! Hot! 4th of July! Watching Lesley go into heat listening to the new Type O Negative album was fun too. Anyway, after much discussion of writing and artwork Amanda rolled on out at 3 am and that was the 4th for me.

Saturday got off to a good start. Encountered Lesley on my morning walk and sat and enjoyed her company for a little bit. When I got home from my walk and I found that the family whose children keep me awake all the time are MOVING OUT! Can I hear a HELL YEAH? WOOT! Things were going good as I worked on my latest drawing while watching Spiderman on DVD.

Then things turned south. Remember all of those death metal photos we took on the 4th? Well ONLY TWO OF THEM CAME OUT. All the others were too underexposed, my apartment being too dark to support photography, even with a flash it seems. A few of the shots of Adam's wedding came out, which was good but man, I was pissed. Dissappointed. Shot down.

But not as shot down as I was to be later that evening. I was watching Headbanger's Ball, minding my own business (apparently not well enough,) and innocently thought I'd get up and go check the burgers I had grilling in the kitchen, only to trip, fall, slam my face into the armrest of the sofa and BREAK MY FUCKING NOSE! In case you've ever wondered, a broken nose really does bleed as much as they tell you. With all the running around I did trying to get washcloths out of the closet and trying to keep the grill from burning the building down I'll probably be finding blood spots on the floor for months to come. Now I have a swollen nose of Streisand proportions, the pitch of my voice is messed up, and my nostrils feel like they have been well-fucked. I had planned to just chill out with some grilled burgers, the nice bottle of White Zinafandel I'd just bought, watch Headbanger's Ball, and work on more drawings but by the time I got the bleeding stopped I was no longer in the mood. I just drank the damn bottle of Zin and went to bed. My dad's supposed to be back sometime today, so it's back to being crowded as well. Now it's shower time. I still have dried blood on me from last night.

Quote of the weekend

And somewhere in there there's Timothy who's buried in the back yard

-My friend Chris this weekend rattling off the names of his brothers and sisters. Apparently one of them died at birth and they really did bury him in the back yard.

And I thought I had problems...

Is it next weekend yet? + An open letter to Noel

And we're back for another exciting installment of LJ!! WOO! A last-minute family concern caused me to miss megiloth's orgy of meat, about which I am displeased. Hey Patrick, if you like I can drop the Celldweller cd by on the way home from work some morning this week. I don't know what time you get home from work or get in bed, so I can just drop it in your mailbox if that would be easier.

In other news, I'm now convinced my nose is not broken after all. It's just swollen and hurts. My father (who should know from his own experiences,) took a look at it and said it was not. Not enough swelling and my eyes aren't black. So I guess I'm lucky. Still, all the blood and swelling sure convinced me it was broke. But I'm not complaining in the slightest.

Okay, this next part is for one specific person. It is an open letter to noerru so if you are not Noel, you do not have to read it. ( Read more... )

There. I've said my peace. Whatever will be, now will be.