weedfairy - February 4th, 2009
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 so happy!( .....promise :) ) ......and i am VERY excited :D before it drifts too distantly in the past, the wailers concert was AWESOME saturday night. they did the exodus album, which is one of my least favorites, and it was still kick-ass. when the opening band was on, the floor (which is where i was and ALWAYS am during shows) was packed but there was still moving room. when the wailers finally came out, we were packed up next to each other ribcage-to-ribcage, back to front and side to side. my favorite kind of crowd. i jostled around until i got far enough away from the statues and the high school kids to discover the other waist-winders. then i moved in with them and finished the show. the girl next to me crouched down to hit her bowl and her boyfriend and i looked at each other when we distinctly smelled burning hair. she popped back up and yelled that her hair got in the bowl, laughed and kept dancing. allow me to describe her handbag: it was enormous, and there was a bowling ball in it. it was also dangerous, so when she moved it to her left side and pressed up against my right, we could put our arms around each other and keep dancing. that was much better. i was also a fan of the two broad shouldered men in front of us who were happy to let us lean up to rest if it meant our boobs would press and bounce up against their backs. thanks guys. and thank you tall, baby-faced, probably 23-year-old boy right behind me with the hoodie and the giant hands. yes you may squeeze me by the hips and dig your fingers into me mercilessly as you fail miserably in trying to avoid poking me with your hard-on. it's ok. it's part of the fun. also, i'm happy to say jose and i bonded for the entire day. this was only his second concert ever, which is shocking for how into good music he is. and he made me watch no country for old men which scared the living piss out of me. javier bardem is the scariest, scariest, most frightening motherfucker ever. jose put the movie on and went to go get a shower so i watched the first 30 minutes of it alone. i watched this shadowy bowl-cutted silhouette maneuver his cuffed hands from the back of his body to the front, steal up silently behind a deputy on the phone and then choke the living shit out of him. and i was freaked the fuck out. because i don't watch that kind of stuff ever, and ESPECIALLY not by myself. usually my hands are over my eyes WAY early into this kind of scene, but i was fucking RIVETED and could NOT look away. i watched the entire thing and noted with a special sense of horror the look on bardem's face and in his wild eyes as he's in the peak of the struggle. it was frightening, and i'm not sure i believe that a person can act that emotion with that kind of fierceness without truly feeling it. to know that he had to only ACT like he was killing that other actor, just make it look like he was seriously into it....well, the academy awards have best actor all wrong. now that i've seen it and survived through it without being a pussy AND not had nightmares, i want to watch it over and over and over again. kinda like ichi the killer. on a more chipper note, me and jose are both kung-fu and anime junkies. we're sitting outside in the sun and he's like, 'i want to show you this movie, you've probably never heard of it. it's called AKIRA.' and so i'm like, 'you mean the film with the most hand-animated cels per second than any other animated movie ever made? oh i've heard of it. it's like, it's like a cosmic rebirth!' and so ensued the afternoon nerd-fest. it was a nice lead up to an awesome night. jose is such an awesome guy. if only he didn't have such a red-hot temper. i went for plan b yesterday. just in case. up next: p-j-s. tricia may be the only one in my life who understands what that means. bff+e+e+e. completely randomly....this site made me feel like these people really understand that tattoos can be so much more artistic design that compliments the shape and contours of the human body....and so much less sticker-images and advertisements for a persons favorite pop-culture items or symbols that turn their beautiful bodies into the insides of their middle school lockers. did i mention i am going to be an aunt in about 10 days?? NO??? i made t-shirts! let me show you them:  i still have to make them for my mom and dad, henceforth known in reference to baby tilly grace as 'grammy' and 'pop' :) SOOOOO EXCITED!!! you know, i really don't think i've ever been this truly happy in my entire life. everything is AMAZING :) | ||||||||||
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