lunchtime posting

+ so Spring Concert Fun Tiems is not off to the best of starts. it was scheduled to kick off this evening with a rufus show in san diego. alas, my sd partner in crime is bed-ridden with the plague, and i am a lame-o who really doesn't want to go alone. it's a 2+ hour drive down there, and i don't know my way around the area etc etc, so. yeah. hmph. i'm bummed. big time. but it's not like you can schedule getting the flu. and if i had bigger balls i'd just go by myself, but i don't, so i'm getting over it. and Spring Concert Fun Tiems will instead begin ten days from now (!!) when i see rufus in portland with three other gorgeous ladies. SO THERE'S THAT. \o/

+ i recently finished reading the scene is dead, by synchronik. [mcr, frank/gerard and some pete/mikey, but neither of those is really the point.] wow. it is not happy fun tiems, and now i've got this funk all over me, but damn. damn. (which is to say that i really enjoyed it. once i started reading, i couldn't stop, i had to find out what was going to happen next, and how were they going to get out of this, and wtf vampires, like for real?)

+ this weekend i watched pete wentz' 'release the bats', which is essentially his version of jackass that he made with his friends. you know, i didn't think it was possible to out-gross the jackass guys, but hooboy was i wrong. my gag reflex got a definite workout. and i can't even count how many times i yelled PETE, NOOOOOO at the tv. random bits: i no longer wonder why they call one of pete's friends Dirty. but i would think Fucking Foul would be slightly more accurate. i loved how andy hurley is just there, standing about in so many scenes, not really participating, but wanting to get a good view of the mayhem all the same. at one point, before assaulting one of their friends with a slew of fireworks, someone yelled out THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT. :D boondock saints ftw. to sum up, boys are dumb. we know this. and i laughed my ass off. good times.

+ american idol tonight! aaaaaand that's all i got.