2002-08-14/ 'that's what i do. i invented post-its.'

i need to clean my room; it looks like a bomb fell into it, and rolled around a bit, putting everything into disarray, then read my diary, ate my candy, wrote graffiti on the walls, and then exploded.

someone buy me flash so that i can start making poorly animated cartoons. lalala.

mmmmmm i've been drawing kitties all day... and not cleaning my room... and now i am in here on the pooter... should clean my room... mmmyep...

4:25 p.m. E
kat*~

2002-08-13/ so ladies! (yeah?) ladies! (yeah?) do you wanna get in my mercedes? (yeah!)

it is not good.

at least i had soy dogs before it! so yay! soy dogs! mmmmmmmmmmmm!

anyway...oh yes, the concert!
allow me to just post what i put on the raspy board (maybe i'll expand it...): (first of all... i saw my first hobo! yay! happy crazy homeless person! i nearly shared my exuberance at this with kim and my mum, but then thought they might not approve of me being so happy.)

so. i get there, and meet a dear, dear friend of mine from the internet(anarstasiar! POOH!), and we dance around and whatnot, and such and so forth, until! she spotted miss k. at the merchandise booth. and we're all, "oh! it's miss k.!"

so. my mum just at that moment came over, and i said to her, "that's k. cowperthwaite. she's second chair."

"oh! well, ask her to take a picture with you!"

"you can, if you want to!" says shy i.

so my mum walks over and strikes up a conversation with kris. asked if she could take a photo, but she said she wanted to get ready first and such. eee! i gave her a plastic garlic to ward off fake vampires, and mentioned how nervous i was and that i hoped i would not projectile vomit or summat. someone might slip. miss k. said that might ruin the mood, and then i'd have to wipe off the cellos.

of course.

(but before the show! we wandered around and i met adam, who is anarstasiar's leprechaun love, and her friendly friends david and hannah, and i squeeled a lot and stood under some stairs, growling and meowing at people and looking up their skirts)

so! i stood, one head back from the stage, for two hours through two mediocre bands (whom i could have tolerated more had the volume not been up quite so loud), squeeling like a little girl and getting odd looks from the goths (!), until raspy came out. (one dude got up on stage and asked melora if he could resin her bow. she let him! i turned to anastasia and said, "my goodness, that was a bit too sexy for me!" kris did not let him. >:D) oh, screamyness. (luckily, i did not vomit.) i was too busy being ecstatic to memorize the setlist, so forgive me. they did play fire and ice, a bit of baby got back, and an altered transylvanian concubine, followed by rock and roll.

melora said many funny and charming things which i may be able to collect from my addled brain later. yay! ("does anyone remember... laughter? does anyone remember... uterine plugs? does anyone remember a little lady called... leechwife?") (and during the period of the show in which she answered questions, some guy-sounding guy yelled "can i be you when i grow up?!" and i was tempted to shout "do you like kitties?!?!")

and they were wonderful, and i was reeling, and there were rainbows and tarantulas and glitter and ponies and rats.

so after they went offstage, i started looking for me mum, and lo and behold, she was backstage, yelling at me to come. so i did, and there was a kaliedoscope of fun creatures there whom she had befriended, and who were going to have their pictures taken with raspy. (at one point, we were talking about something, and a pritty blonde named maria asked me "do you read?" to which i replied, "oh, yes! all the time; i'm a librarian." adam laughed, and i said, "no, really, i am, i'm a librarian! i work at a library." and so he said "that's good. can i use that sometime?" :D honestly.) seems that everyone thought my mum was in charge of backstage. hee. she says, "kris said give them ten minutes to freshen up, and they'll be out."

i am screaming very loudly quietly.

she goes on to tell me that while i was in the audience, she had been backstage hanging with the girls, and getting pictures of them going on stage and such. foo. (even the preceding bands thought she was in charge! they'd ask her permission to come back and get thei stuff off stage, and she'd say, "oh, oh yeah, honey, ii'll remember you.")

so i sit down on a stool beside a green-haired guy named alex in a mutton-sleeved dress, and swallow my butterflies. (all the time talking very loudly and being completely insane.)

and kris and melora come out in a while, and we're all happy yay, but my mum has it all organized. get in line, stand with the ladies, get your picture and autograph and hug, and move along. so like fifteen (maybe more) people got their pictures taken with mum's camera :D. i had the first picture (after i'd given my offering of bat purse and handmade necklace to melora), and as i stood betwixt the ladies, melora leaned to kris and said, "so this is the daughter of the mom?"

kris said, "yeah!" (ha!HA!)

i got thanks for the ether signed ('thanks (heart) bye melora' awww!) and i told melora we all loved them and apologized for the cigarette smoke (it was horrible!) and i gave melora a purse that looked like a folded bat which my mum made, and such and so on... it was so wonderful. ah. i'm sort of floating, not believing it.

wheee! and anastasia was very cute and marvelous, and we conversed about many things, including the joys and many uses of turds, and i showed everyone all the toys i carry in my bag everywhere, and i tucked everything that i could into my bag, and stuff. :D

whoooo! but the next day, we (mum, kim, and i) went to the high museum of art, which is a hugehugehuge expensive place, and it was complete CRAP! i mean, not even good pretentious art! it was mostly "this artist is black, so they are VERY GOOD! LOVE THEM!" which is just. stupid. because the art was total POO! sigh.

i could do better. which reminds me! i had fully intended to bring zim with me, so anastasia could meet him and he could rock out at the concert, but i forgot him :C. but! i, of course, boasted about him to peoples (a girl named lauren was wearing a zim shirt) and they were all "oh! i want one!" and they didn't even seeeee him! wheee! so. i made up my mind then and there to make dolls to sell. i mean, i make them anyway. why not sell some? (but! i went out to the only place what sells fabric around here {wal-mart >:P} and only found the right color for dib's shirt! what the fuck! i needed many more colors than that, and blah.)

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!



and oh yeah. nny is in heaven, screaming at god. yay! a certain someone said 'ohhh! font be too smallish for mine pooter!' (or something like that ;D), and it was about time to change layouts anyway :D. yay!
(p.s.= i found taco the wonder dog again! yay for me!!!!)

7:51 p.m. E
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2002-08-13/ i like big butts and i cannot lie!

melora to sister cowperthwaite over my shoulder: "so this is the daughter of the mother?"

miss cowperthwaite: "yeah."

i'll tell you more later. tired.

7:49 p.m. E
kat*~