Horrible tattoo ideas, part one:

1) Shave your head. Get something horrifying (Tubgirl, goatse, Ron Jeremy sucking himself off) tattooed on the back of your head. The kicker here is to let your hair grow back over this tattoo, at which point you and a friend go to a barber shop. You explain to the stylist that you lost a bet, and now you have to get your head shaved. For bonus points, have a friend snap a picture of the stylist's reaction when they see the awful, awful way you've desecrated your body.

Of course, I have no idea if hair even grows over tattoos, so you might just be stuck with a revolting image permanently drawn on your patchy, mangy head.


2) Scuff off the first two layers of skin on the insides of your elbows. Pour ink on one side, then close your elbows. With any luck, you'll have perfect rorschach blots! But most likely, no. You'll just have an infection.


3) Get 50 to 100 metal tipped darts. Have a friend dip the points in ink, while you stand bent over with your pants around your ankles. Hilarity ensues. For added fun, divide the darts evenly among multiple friends. Assign each person their own color of ink. The person with the tightest grouping of dots wins a case of beer.


4) Find the characters for "Pretentious American Asshole" in Mandarin Chinese. Go to a Chinese tattoo artist and ask him to put this on your body. Tell him you're pretty sure it means "Freedom and Prosperity". See if he corrects you.


5) For the ladies: A nice, simple trickle of blood down your thighs. Fellas(Or ladies, I guess), how about a river of brown running down the back of your legs?


6) If you never wanna have sex again, get nasty sores tattooed on your naughty bits. Sure to freak people right out!

4 days: SUPER PANIC!

So it's finally really hit me that I'm moving, and now I feel kinda frenzied in my attempts to get everything done. I finally took all of my posters down off my bedroom walls, but there's still so much to do and I'm kinda freaking out. Factor in all my friends wanting to hang out with me before I leave and I'll be surprised if I can even find the time to sleep.

Jesus creeping shit! What am I doing writing a blog post when I need to be packing?! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

...Anyway, my next update shall come from a different state.

13 days: Holy shit!

Album of the day: Marcy Playground's self titled. If all you've ever heard from these guys is their single Sex and Candy, you owe it to yourself to listen to the rest of the album. It's beautiful 90's alt-rock.

On another note, returning to the title of this post- Holy shit. Less than two weeks until I move. This is getting crazy. Even more of the house is being stripped of its usual comforts, simple things like curtains on windows. It's amazing how different the place looks.

I'm still really excited to leave though. A change of scenery is going to do me a world of good. Or maybe I'll just be depressed and lonely, being away from my friends. I guess we'll see?

In other news, the chances look good that the Frozen Idols album will get finished. I still don't have money for wire, so I dunno how I'm gonna make these necklaces I owe people, but I'll figure something out. The garage is a total and utter catastrophe, as well as my bedroom(which I STILL haven't packed up...), but most everything else in the house is well on its way to being done. Yet panic still creeps its way up my spine as the deadline looms ever closer.

Social networking blows.

Facebook, Twitter, Google+, I don't care which, they're all fucking stupid. Facebook is quickly becoming the new Myspace, and I don't mean that in a good way. I look through the posts that people make, and aside from the odd interesting link or two, only four words keep running through my mind, steadily louder and louder;

FUCK

YOUR

STUPID

BULLSHIT.

The way we use technology disgusts me, even if I'm guilty of doing the exact same thing I'm bitching about right now. I don't care if I'm a hypocrite. I'm sick of it and it seems just a tad too passive aggressive to go posting this directly to my (sigh, yes, I have one) Facebook. Needed to vent.

Hey, thanks, blank white screen! I feel loads better. Same time next week, doc?

17 days: panic!

So here's the list of things I need to do before I leave the state of Pennsylvania:

Record a 13 track CD with my band Frozen Idols

Make at least three necklaces for friends

Play four gigs: One this coming Monday, two the following weekend, and the last, July 30th, just before I leave town.

Pack.

Recording starts tomorrow. If I had the wire, I could probably bang out all three necklaces in a day. The gigs, not such a big deal aside from the fact that they will be time consuming, and time isn't something I have a whole hell of a lot of anymore. Packing won't take long either, once I just fucking DO IT. But I'm having my same old problem. I can't say no to people, especially people that I'm not likely to see again until next summer, maybe even later than that. They all keep wanting to hang out, sapping away even more of my precious time. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends and I'm gonna miss the hell out of them... Actually, that's the problem. I love them too much to just say "No, I can't hang out tonight, I'm busy".

I'm still excited to move; I've scouted out the internet a bit, researching some of the bands and bars and other attractions that Indianapolis will offer me. I found a place that sounds promising, Locals Only, a place that bills itself as a music/art pub. It's only a half hour from my new home as well. I'm excited to go back to work, to live a responsible, sensible life. Hell, I might even pick up two jobs while I'm out there. I do have a zombie movie to finance, after all.

Shit. It's 2:30 AM. I need to sleep.

A collection of events from today, twitter style.

Explored some crumbling mostly underground concrete structures today. Think I found a perfect location for a zombie movie.

Almost got attacked by a snake while swimming. Well, it swam near us, anyway.

Tried to clean the basement up today. Lots of cobwebs everywhere!

Only twenty more pages to write for the zombie script I started a few months back!

Dollar Lion's head bottles at the Friendly Tavern tonight! Cheap and delicious.

Guns n Violence n Things

I want this pistol. Very badly.