Pillows, lights, and a guy named "Stiff"

So, I have awesome friends.
At the moment, I'm referring to Jinx. Me, her and Keith hang out in my house and he teaches us shit because otherwise, we can never take the SAT because I have a goldfish memory and she smokes so much pot she can't remember what happened yesterday.
So, anyway, we finish up learnin', and I mentioned that I noticed how she was in such a good mood today. (Honestly, whenever I see her, she's stoned. She's always really silly but then quickly gets really "FUCK THIS, THIS IS TOO HARD". But today, she was so happy and silly without being bitchy at all.) She mentions that her medication just got upped so it's making her really silly and jittery. And she's not even stoned at ALL. And then she mentions that she met a boy.
I had seen her on South Street the other night with who I am assuming is said boy, but I didn't say anything because I was with people and she was with people and it'd be weird.
So, I ask his name.
The conversation goes something like this:


J: "His name is Stiff"
Z: "....Stiff?"
J: "Stiff. It's his nickname."
Z: ".....Stiff as in no fun to be around or Stiff as in *jerking motion*"
J: "I really have no idea. But his real name's Jordan."
Z: "Wait, that Jordan who you got smoked with in my room's name is Stiff?"
J: "No, different Jordan"
Z: "You have too many Jordans"


So, yeah, good times had by all.

On the subject of good times, I've had this recent spurt of "I FEEL LIKE MAKING STUFF!".
So far, I've made two pillows out of old tee-shirts, a string of rope lights with this bag of fake flower petals I got for 50 cents a long time ago just because I KNEW it'd come in handy some day, I've altered my Unknown Pleasures tee-shirt in to a tank-top dress thing, drawn tons of bunny people, made a few of that old art project where you iron leaves in wax paper so they stay, and a few more things that I can't think of right now.
Either way, I'm pretty proud of myself.
I bet I could make money off of that, actually.
Because I needs a monee.

<3

P.S. HEATH LEDGER IS DEAD.

DEAR WORLD

Dear world,
I want to learn to play bass.

Thank you,
Z

So, I can conclusively state that I've smelled the worst smelling homeless man in the world

In Philly, there are quite a few homeless people. The good thing about it is that they are the most adorable homeless people in the entire world.
Down the street from me, there's two homeless guys who come out at night who set up an entire living room right on the street, complete with couch, working t.v., and carpet. And then there's the Homeless Depot bunch, who hang out near Home Depot and are, hands-down, THE most adorable homeless people I've ever seen, complete with tans, taped glasses, "Homeless, please help" signs, and every other adorable homeless accessory you can think of.

But I was walking home this morning and got a whiff of the absolute most foul smelling man I've EVER come across in my entire life. It was one of those smells that don't hit you until after you're a few steps past the perpetrator. I kid thee not, it literally knocked me aback with power. It's not like I've never seen this guy, he's there ALL THE TIME, and today people were actually standing next to him and talking to him. Actually breathing in his stench! But I swear to you, this is what the Holocaust smelled like, except maybe to a greater extent. Just thinking about it is making me want to vomit.
Seriously, it was revolting! It was the kind of stench that you can't imagine ever coming off, no matter how hard you try.

On a different note, I made one of my best purchases so far this year. I was thrift shopping with Joe because he's awesome and I had nothing to do that day other than hang out with him, so I figured I'd finally purchase the classic thrift store staple, a giant plaid flannel button-down shirt. I'm about a decade and a half late on that trend, but it's alright, because this thing is beyond comfy and soft and awesome. And when I say it's giant, I mean it's GIANT. I've worn it to bed (I break things in by sleeping in them), which means I've slept in it completely naked, and it's even bigger on me then. But I think that's kind of part of the grunge-y charm of it, ya know?
It wouldn't have the same effect if it fit perfectly.

Well, I'm off to do something totally ca-razy and reckless, because that's what I should be doing.

P.S. I am not "going grunge", nor have I ever been much in to grunge. Except for Sonic Youth <3

Champagne bubbles, they're goin' flat

So, I'll be honest here: I hold quite a few prejudices that I'm trying to overcome. They're really stupid and unnecessary, really. But isn't that with all prejudices?

For example, I'm reluctant to listen to

• anything that came out past '98 (i.e. Xiu Xiu)
  
• bands named after books/literary heroes/characters/etc. (i.e. Josef K)
  
• bands with names similar to that of other, awful bands (i.e. "Built to Spill" sounds like "The Spill Canvas")
• bands that everyone knows (i.e. Black Flag)
  

And I'll really want to check out bands that

• Have cool sounding names (i.e. Bang Camaro)
• My dad likes (i.e. Wire)
• No one has ever heard of (i.e. Fischer-Z)
• Are post-punk (i.e. Joy Division)

Why? Because I am a weirdo. In fact, all of the bands I listed (with the exception of The Spill Canvas) I either really, really like or I love.
But for some reason I was really reluctant to check out Josef K until last night, because I did an awesome thing and looked at the Wikipedia list of post-punk bands and music binged.
I've come out of said binge with The Au Pairs, Josef K, The Alarm, Fischer-Z, and a re-kindled love for Spacemen 3
Out of the bands I checked out, I think the only ones I didn't like were Fra Lippo Lippi and Scritti Polliti, both of which were too new-wave for my liking. However, I liked both of their names, so I kind of want to take their names and put them with not-new-wave bands.

Well, I need to find some way to occupy my day today, even though I'm still quite sick.
Ta-Ta.

P.S. I really, really, REAAAAALLLLLYYYY hate New-Wave.

P.P.S I REALLLLLLLLY CAN'T WAIT FOR "WOMEN AS LOVERS"

I have succumbed to the Intarwebz' greatest attraction.

It came to me last night as I was getting a ride home from the mother of the child I was just babysitting
"I should write a blog"
Because everyone has blogs nowadays. So here is said blog.

I would delve deeper in to this story, but I'm quite a sicky at the moment and it's really not all that entertaining of a story.