Bikini Girls with Machine Guns.

www.superpoop.com

probably that time i moved to pennsylvania and lived with that guy i met on the internet.

what the fuck was i thinking?

-stacie.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

www.superpoop.com

i deliver pizza.
also, i'm a human being on planet earth.
that's bad enough i guess.


-stacie.

man, fuck livejournal.


-stacie.

well, i have a smashing idea.
and i guarantee just about no one would be down for it. ha.

who wants to start a traditional/old-time band?
as in, appalachian ballads and the like?
i mean, normally i wouldn't waste my breath, but you never know.


that's all.
-stacie.

doesn't anyone have anything interesting to say these days?
spellcheck and microblogging has ruined our children.


-stacie.

seriously though, best weekend i've had in a while.
and as much as i'd love to divulge the sordid details...
i am relegated to discretion. :)

i'd just love everyone to know that i'm ultra happy.


-stacie.

this may sound insane, and i might have really lost my mind, but...
the north is looking more appealing these days.
and by north, i mean northern kentucky.
don't ask me why, because i'll just lie about it.
the fact remains that it's always an option.
this town is strangling me.
plus, i lived there before and i think this time would be different.
the circumstances would be different.
i remember where all the good thrift stores are.
i could likely transfer to a donato's up there.

however, i'm going to school in the fall.
so it wouldn't happen for a while, if at all.
i get on kicks where i wanna go somewhere, then i get over it.
i'll probably regard it as a passing fancy by the morning.
but, maybe not.

i mean, what is life?
i don't intend to waste it sitting here being self-deprecating.
i'd rather respect myself (and for the right reasons).

i hate money and cars and bitches.

-stacie.

i have nothing to say to anyone anymore.
i cannot rip a pound of verse from the forefront of my mind.
so, i progress to throw words in a blender to make art that isn't even relevant.
not even interesting.
that's how you birth fashion and complacency.
i am the postergirl for apathy, but just on wednesdays and saturday nights.
and it's all because i never learned a second language.
and because i don't know how to use the sewing machine my mother bought me.
but, if i could, i'd make curtains like you wouldn't believe.
i'd probably curse a lot more too, because i don't have patience for anything.
nothing at all, seriously.
too bad patience is considered a virtue.
but being virtuous is overrated, if you really stop to think about it.
virtue isn't the mother of invention.
virtue isn't the mother of anything interesting, anyway.
which bring me back to the original point:
i actually am virtuous, contrary to popular belief.
i am not the same girl.
this is why i don't say the fuck word around my grandparents.
this is why i don't have sex in the backseats of cars. (anymore.)
this is why i can't tell someone to go to hell, even if they deserve it.

my youth has turned into a crusade for righteousness.
and that's one hundred percent ridiculous.


-stacie.

i'm working on that whole fat thing.
starting with a cleansing fast.
oh man, i already feel about 15 kinds of crazy.
but it's good.


dave gahan tells me i'm pretty just the way i am.

-stacie.

unfortunately, i don't care enough to actually put down the effort.
but it wouldn't be so bad if i had a reason to put on my shoes.
tomorrow, maybe. but it might be out of necessity more than anything.
i mean, i really need to march my ass down to the library.
apologize again to the librarian that i accidentally threw up on last week.
should've seen the look on her face.
i'm pretty sure those were REAL ugg boots, too.


oh well.
hopefully next time i won't go right after i've had thai food.


xoxo,
-stacie.

i'm getting my ass pulled out of bed to go to mayfest tomorrow.
mayfest is this stupid thing they do in downtown lexington.
it involves blocking off the street to my apartment building.
oh, and the smell of fried meat wafting through my open windows.
i really don't know anything else about it, because fuck that shit.
however, i am somewhat required to go and keep a friend company.
we'll likely walk around for ten minutes, get bored, and hang out at my house.
at which point i'll be very angry that i had to get up at a decent hour.
all for nothing, really: screaming children and pork-on-a-stick.

let's talk about how i'm actually not a bitch, eh?

superhang '09.
third street, at the cornett/filchak residence.
people just fucking chilled ALL day for about 15 hours.
it was beer, udon, salsa, butternut soup, barbeque...god, i don't know.
there was so much food and amazing people and good music.
the boys played in the living room, to the tune of weezer covers.
and i'm pretty sure they were playing the mountain goats too.
there was a rousing discussion about the true existential nature of god.
i was on the couch with team god, arguing with team atheist.
i could see this becoming a saturday routine with us, i think.
before corey goes to japan, hannah goes to california, and everyone else scatters.

...but that's a drag, and i'm in a good mood right now. :)
life is the greatest adventure, wouldn't you say? i love a good spot of trouble.

xoxo.
-stacie.

i've had an upper respiratory thing for about a week now.
i don't know when it plans on going away, but i'm hoping for sooner rather than later.
i've been eating tons of curry, in faith that the spice would help.
it does a little, but it's only fleeting. boo.

otherwise, everyone i know is an alcoholic.
which sucks, because i'm not and never will be.
really cuts down on the truth of my perception of these people.
i'm not sure who's actually funny or who's actually an asshole these days.
can't be sure who really wants a date or who just wants to bone.
i give up, lexington!
just send me a sober girlfriend.
preferably one that's musically talented and can string a sentence together.
and by girlfriend, i probably mean a boyfriend, but maybe not.

this summer i'm scheduled:
-to be in philadelphia
-to be in st. louis
-to be in cincinnati
-to be in asheville
-to be in chicago
-to be in atlanta.

not real sure how i'm gonna pull all that off.
i feel like i've done more with less, though.
all of them need to be done and it will happen.
this summer will prove to be ultimately cathartic...
and i will go to school with a clear head.

maybe.

end note.
-stacie.

hell no, i ain't happy.


the sky is grayer than my grandmother's hair.
and that's truly saying something.
isn't it supposed to be spring yet?


depeche mode on repeat.
prince is probably next.

i just have to make it through the summer.
if i can do that, my life could be considered fixed.
i'm all kinds of ready to grow young again!

tomorrow will find me at the store, buying groceries.
also, a new shade of nail polish, if you please.
dinner will consist of a good red curry.
maybe a nice glass of wine, if i get brave.

TONIGHT is house md and i'm going to work to watch it.
you know, since i don't own a tv.

i need some away time from the internet.
i immediately got addicted to it once i had it again.
life was just oh so simple without it.
i think i actually used to read BOOKS once upon a time.

goodbye.
-stacie.

so far i have delivered pizza to:
-bob seger
-allison krauss
-robert plant
-george strait
-little big town
-michael w. smith
-steven curtis chapman
-nickelback.

i think i'm leaving one or two out.

...and just so you know, robert plant LOVES hot wings and barbeque chicken pizza. at the same time, the spicier the better. bob seger likes the hawaiian. and i personally cut the pizza he ate that night. not that it's any kind of accomplishment, but hey. it's kinda cool.

ah.

-stacie.

god. drinking.


nothing of substance comes out of this journal anymore.
it's just ridiculous rambling about boys, i think.

maybe i'll just get rid of it.
banalities don't compliment me.


500 miles to memphis was tonight.
and once again, i sang with them.
ryan told me to quit college and go on tour.
might be the best advice ever.


-stacie.

haha

it wasn't a free ticket to st. louis.
but it's one to philadelphia.

on a plane.

and i'm going.
helloooooo vacay!

-stacie.

oh, and...

the boiler room last night was good.
the fallen, the infected, off with their heads.
it was grand getting to hang out with carmen.


last thursday was bitch please.
i danced too much.


i have been living too much lately.


-stacie.