music for a slaughtering tribe

at about 3 o'clock, c to the r to the m and i made our way downtown. it was apparently my trip, so we went to biscuit first, where i bought the expensive black and red cardigan that i had my eye on. my father always tells me i should buy new clothes because mine are ratty. i used this (and my paying off my student loan early) as an excuse. it's a pretty cute sweater. i'll probably wear it every day, so you'll have a chance to see it if by chance you see me. so then to the record stores, where i bought a dinosaur jr cd, a cd that i will need soon because it will be lost to me, and a cd i've never heard before. it's by a band (actually it's just one person named rudy) from germany called :wumpscut: i guess they might be classified as aggro-industrial, if need be. was gonna buy the album "wreath of barbs," but glenn talked me into starting off with a double cd-- "music for the slaughtering tribes". a dandy purchase indeed. he was pumped that i was checking this band out, and told crm to bring me in more often, and to screw his indie rock friends-- partially to which i took offense, because as well as being fucking metal, i am also an indie rock fan. a healthy balance of both. then him and i kind of roasted crm, which was totally in jest, but we hit him in a sore spot-- even tho everything lately is a sore spot. and yet i'm supposed to take whatever is dished, which i try to do. i'm glad we can bounce back from shit like this, or we'd be in a foul fucking mess-- daily. and for some reason when glenn started to quote :wumpscut: by saying "a dirty whore called mother," i snapped and started calling my mother a whore, to the point of discomfort on both our parts. that was cool, or more likely the opposite. he didn't know how to react, but basically ended up agreeing that she must be a whore if she doesn't want to meet me. she is a whore tho, and she doesn't know what she's missing.
and we got to eat at just spring rolls. even tho we had different combos, we both ended up with triangular pieces of curried tofu-- and it was, as always, amazing. i was served iceberg lettuce masquerading as "fresh greens" which is a huge rip-off nutritionally, but it was secretly a nice treat, as i only have iceberg lettuce in side salads when i go for sushi.

home.

hung with blake and told joey and told him my "big plans" for my "future." yeah, maybe i should like, get on that or something.

at say quarter to 10, i got out my trampoline and beastie boys video collection on dvd, and did some dancolining (pronounced dance-uh-leen-ing). for the record, as far as i know i made this up. i think word got out. when i first got a trampoline like 4 years ago or so there were NO exercises for it available online, and now all of a sudden, there's a trampoline video, and a bunch of gyms are holding trampoline classes. i mean, i know the idea of rebounding is far from new, but making it fun and interesting certainly is. you wait, soon, there'll be a dancolining video, and it probably won't be me dancing to beastie boys videos, but watch for it nonetheless. btw, for some reason, i dancoline to beastie boys almost every time.

and then i tried to make some travel plans-- to go to see megadeth and marilyn manson. it's probably gonna be toronto (as tickets for the manson show in montreal are worth 160$!), and it's probably going to be amazing. more amazing than seeing the manson show, will be seeing my brother at the manson show. this alone will be worth the ticket price.