diggin' for it

it's not unusual for me to go digging, rooting, mining thru my belongings.

mostly, it's paper stuff- i inherited the unfortunate trait of packrat from my dad, thru my late grammie. i am so trying to abdicate this seemingly inborn duty. it comes in fits. i refuse paper. i try to go thru what i have accumulated pretty often, yet i'm still astounded at what i decide to keep. today, i was in hucking mode. i got rid of the equivalent of a couple reams of paper- and this happens every time. doing this is so worth it a) because i have more space (which i subconciously decide to replace with more shit, even tho my conscious self says no no don't b) because i find stuff I'd been looking for/putting off doing (applications for this and that, shit i should've mailed years ago and so now i'll still do, altho it's irrelevant now) and c) because i unearth some gems-- some of which i return to where i found them so i can look at them the next time (like coverage of my first and only rock band, and projects i may or may not ever start/finish) and shit that was tucked away, like a couple Infinitesimal (my band) set lists-- some that we did and didn't use. yes, we were a cover band, because we weren't really good enough or able to get along well enough to write our own songs (altho i did find lyrics to a song that i wrote for us). Check this out:

Peter Pumpkinhead

Mr Jones

Mama Said

Every Rose Has its Thorn

Black No. 1

Head over (?)

My Sharona

Good Riddance

Sex and Candy

Back to You

Violet

and another (these were our choices-- we each got to submit a few song choices:

forgiveness- collective soul

hootchie cootchie man-- eric clapton

(bruce)

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monkey wrench-- foo fighters

come down- bush

desperado- the eagles

breathe a sigh- def leppard

(amanda)

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magic carpet ride-- steppenwolf

see you on the other side-- ozzy osbourne

6th avenue heartache-- the wallflowers

little miss can't be wrong-- what the fuck was that band's name? jesus!

(amy)

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maybe-- collective soul

we only come out at night-- smashing pumpkins

shitlist-- L7

gold dust woman -- fleetwood mac

(jayme)

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down on me-- jackyl

love street-- the doors

are you gonna go my way-- lenny kravtiz

sweet leaf- black sabbath

(me, eek)

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who was in my room last night-- butthole surfers

i will survive-- cake

mrs robinson-- lemonheads

crash into me--dave matthews

(melanie)

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and we were terrible @ agreeing. we were together because we were the only girls in my shit town that played instruments. we had boys in our band to help us with the shit we couldn't play. we did, tho, win a couple of contests-- with our songs "eight days a week" by the beatles and "mr jones" by counting crows. the funny thing about that set list was that it was a wish list of songs we wished we knew how to play together. the songs we actually played were much different.

anyway.

and i found a few pieces of creative writing and some old poems about boys and it's awesome to remember the days that i bothered to express myself.

of the seven intelligence types, i'm mostly an intrapersonal/literary learner. what type are you? find out at http://www.mitest.com/o7inte~1.htm

which is good because all i do is look thru my stuff and write and write about me me me--and you, if you come into the picture.

so today, all i've been doing is leafing thru shit, listening to tapes (alice in chains, nirvana, metallica, dinosaur jr, megadeth-- how's YOUR 1994?) because my cd player is an ass-wank. i've also eaten (see my new food blog) a few items, gone to the grocery store for some berries, soymilk, water, veggie chicken burgers, buckwheat waffles, an avocado, bananas, and a bottle of artichoke hearts. i went dressed kind of like a ho-- which thought was funny at 9:30 this morning. funny-- nobody else was dressed like a ho. i guess there are appropriate times for dressing certain ways. that's why there's an evening wear section in the sears catalog. i like to fuck with this.

and, also, i've been searching thru blogs. blogs are my new entire internet. i am keen to troll thru descriptions of people's blogs, waiting to find something worthwhile.

hi. my name is beany and i am a literary voyeur.

i have been writing in a journal (ok, 50) since 1993, and this is the first time i can flip thru the contents of thousands of people's open journals. it's so fucking exciting. what do ppl eat? do? wear? feel? it's facinating. it's much MORE fascinating when i know them, so i pumped that i was in part responsbible (inspired of course by crystal) for the small ongoing blog-revolutionin my our circle(s). thanks to the dudes who've started a blog. more of you: please do. it's as good as cinnamon-os for me (read: crack). of those of you who don't/won't blog-- why not comment on mine? i'd be into that just as much. just click on where it always says "0 comment" and make that 0 look like a 1.