i was going to try to do a clever post and have warren's picture up and say "anyone seen this boy?" but (a) i don't have pictures of warren on my computer and (b) i'm now seriously worried. he hasn't been home yet and aside from a zillion text messages, he hasn't contacted me. one text message said, and i quote, "Don't wait up for me i might end up in jail".

seriously people, i'm worried. if any of you know where warren is, phone me.

so i've been drinking for a few hours now. as you can probably guess, i've been drinking stellas. i also haven't eaten, so i haven't drank that much to warrant what i'm feeling. regardless, i've been drinking so early in the afternoon because i finished finals today. yes, easc 202 finished today. it went fine. physics didn't but that doesn't mean shit. i need to re-do that class again anyways.

i don't think i'm going to do anything today. from the way things are looking, i'm half wearing my socks, wearing boardshorts and watching 'seinfeld'. i feel, so... nothing. i feel nothing at all. it's been a while, but i like it.

i watched 'jay and silent bob strike back' earlier today. so i'd like to leave you all with a quote from that:

"woah, check that shit out. it's the internet."

this guy. his name is dennis lyxzen. tonight, he staged a war on five-hundred canadian capitalists. his weapons: a shaggy haircut, uniforms, zippers, a microphone and some kick ass rock and roll. his army: five swedes. i think it's safe to say that after seventy minutes of battle, lyxzen's army was victorious.

they are the (international) noise conspiracy. they played tonight at the red room. i went alone. this was one of the best fucking performances i've ever seen. in fact, it was so good, it ranks up as the third best show i've seen this year, putting in the top five for best shows i've ever seen. and it was over at ten:thirty.

in seventeen minutes i'm going to watch alec baldwin host 'snl'. then i'm going to sleep, wake up and go to work. in three days i'll be done this semester. in seven days i'm moving back into my parents' place. in eight days i was s'posed to play a show, but something happened. i don't like it. right now, the only thing i want to do is play some fucking rock and roll.

thank you, dennis lyxzen. you beat me, tonight. capitalism stole my virginity.

turns out that thirty minutes after dropping his first hit of acid, he finally started feeling something. and to tell you the truth, so did i. it wasn't until the next morning, when i awoke on the beach that i realized what had happened and why i was the better for it.

so...

turns out there's a movie being made with tim allen, britney spears, cher and bette midler. it's like there's executives sitting around trying to figure out the worst cast of all time ever, and making it happen. in a few weeks, they'll announce that rob schneider and sam jackson signed onto this as well and brett ratner is directing.

god, i hope this doesn't make it past pre-production. or if it does, that it's the best movie ever made. in my own, oft-repeated words: a cinematic masterpiece.

so it's safe to say she's 'slutty' right?

yeah...