I'm double booked.

Plan goes like this:
I met this stripper back-stage at monster magnet's thursday-night show. We talked a bit she was pretty rad and gave me some free admittance cards for her strip club. She works at CrazyGirls on fridays and saturdays. Anybody who's been reading my journal for a while knows it's quite a coincidence. It'd be fun to hang there again for a few ticks.

Plan two: A friend of mine got himself on the guest list for an exclusive party. It usually a $20 cover if you're lucky enough to get a chance to pay it.

Personally I don't really want to do either. I'd much rather just stay in and fuck around on the internet. It's been a rather rugged week and I'm sore from it.

My mate just called about the second plan and It looks like were on so I'll just have to suck it up and put on my party face. Maybe I'll do plan one next week. As usual I'll let you know if anything noteworthy happens.

I got the sucker in the mail on tuesday. It's badass Later this month I'll be getting DSL in my apartment and go back to my irregularly scheduled party journal. For now here's one to tide you over.

I was hanging with a mate of mine last week we'll call him jasb it was a Wednesday and we were foraging for a nightout. First we went to VIDA. On the way up the ramp some drunk silverlake uber-hipster started cursing us out for no apparent reason. I didn't really catch what she said but it sounded like she called us niggers. This struck me as odd since I'm about as white as they come.

We went in the bartender was MIA there and it was wall to wall "silverlakers". Hipsters are annoying, but I have a special sorta vendetta against the silverlake variety.

Thing is I actually grew up in silverlake. I played little league baseball in Bellevue park. Silverlake is my fucking neighborhood. Now these pompous assholes moved in and everyone associates the city with them. I feel robbed.

Next we moved on to "Ye Rustic" my mate comes through with a round. Next he grabbed a booth in the back-room. I'm on my way through the passage to join him when the waitress doubled back without looking. I try to dodge but it's hopeless. My beer gets spilled all over her and me. Mostly one me. She apologizes I tell her it's okay and sit down in the booth.

I scan the room and clock the booth just across from us has two unattended, reasonably attractive women. One of them smiles at me. I'm not sure if it's for the beer incident just a second ago or because she's into me. I leave it for now.

The two guys sitting against the wall didn't hold back though. They started working on them and chatting them up. My mate is feeling like going to the next one. So I tell him we'll go for a quick smoke and if we don't meet anyone we'll move on. Right as were getting up I overhear one of the girls ask the guys if they have a light. I pull out my zippo and light it quickly as I walk by. Close it with a wink and keep walking.

"Nevermind" she says as she follows me to the door. I light her up and we start talking. Her friend joins and we all seam to be getting on fine. After they go inside my mate tells me he wants to bounce.

We drive by a few places but they all look dead. He decides to call it a night and I tell him to drop me back at "Ye Rustic". I walk back to the booth and the guys have joined the girls at their table. They see me and wave me over. We all start talking and as lastcall comes the three of us exit together.

I see one whisper in the others ear then they both nod and look at me. "You want to come back to our place?" they ask me. "Sure sounds like fun." I reply. They drive me and we make a stop for smokes.

Get to their place and we start drinking. One of the girls brings out weed and proceeds to smoke it. I starts to wonder where this is going. I'm sorta getting vibes off of one of them, then she tells me she has a boyfriend.

Soon after she goes to bed leaving me alone with the second one. Ten minuets later the second one turns in. She just tells me she's tired and good night. Neither one asked me to leave and I'm left alone in their living room.

I live about 5 blocks from their apartment so I scribed down my number, put it on their fridge and walked home.

I met up with my friend from the apple store today. I wanted to wait till after the keynote speech just in case they brought out new Powerbooks along with the G5 iMacs we all knew were comming. I got to play with one today they look pretty sick. ;-)

According to my friend he can get 10% off of anything in the store exept for major hardware (systems and ipods). Those he has to order from the apple employee webstore. It works almost like the student webstore. Though the prices are better and the selections are fewer. You also can't customize them at all.

I had a chose between a 1Ghz 15" and a 1.5Ghz 17". Now normaly I'd prefer the 15" as the 17" seems a tad big but I really wanted the 1.5Ghz and a superdrive, so I went with the 17".

I saved ~$600 on it, it's the biggest and badiest, and I just can't wait till it arives. :-)

A few months ago my laptop got stolen. I'd rather not get into the details other than I was really stupid and sorta had it comming. Lesson learned, and I could use the break from hacking anyway.

Shortly after my laptop got snached I made friends with a dude that works at an apple store. He told me he could get me discounts if I were ever to want to replace it. I applied for an apple lone twice and got denied both times. They said they'd send me a reason within five days but I never got anything.

My bank send me a preaproved aplication for a credit card. I expected to get the standard ~1k they give a new account. When I got the card however I found it had a 6K max. I'm thinking I should pay my new friend a visit.

If all goes well you'll be hearing a lot more from me.

It's fridaynight and I'm hanging with my sister, and two of her friends. First we went to this art show then we decide to go pubhopping. We ended up at "Ye Rustic" when my sisters friend starts talking to two girls she knows from somewhere.

We all walk outside so they can smoke when I catch on that one of them has the same name as my brother. "yeah it's an Irish boys name but here" She says. I replied "But here it's a girls name. my poor brother got teased in school all the time."

Then she tells me "That was really convenient for me because when I became a woman I just kept the same name" "What? You're a dude?" Then she turned to her friend and said "He thinks I'm fucking with him" She laughed and said "Haven't you noticed her voice is pretty deep for a woman?" They both seemed pretty sincere.

At the end of the night as we said our good byes I said to her "Later homeboy" then she grabbed my neck and kissed me right on the lips. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. Then I walked to my friends and told them the story.

"I kissed a dude" "Dude, she was just fucking with you. She used to date a friend of mine" She called the friend to verify, but couldn't get hold of him. Either way it's about the funniest thing that happened to me in a while.

My weekend was okay all things considered. I had to work saturday and sunday, but I needed the hours so I can't complain.

Saturday: I was making a run for material and my car started running funny. I figured I was running out of gas because It had been around E since the night before. My gage isn't all that accurate. It'll read full when I fill it up, after you get through a quarter tank it starts to read all over the place depending on the speed, level, or phase of the moon.

I fill it up and get into the leftturn lane waiting for the light. I get the arrow and hit the gas only to start rolling back. I shift to low, back to drive, park, reverse, nothing works.

I turn on my hazards and people start to honk. I leave it in park and go to check my trans fluid level. When two guys come running across the street. "Hey man you need a push?" "Thanks yeah." "Okay put it in neutral and steer." They pushed me through the light and to the side of the road. I thanked them. They said "It's cool we've all been there."

When I checked the engine the transmission fluid hose (the one that goes to the radiator) had a cut in it. Not sure when it got nicked, but all my fluid was gone. I walked back to the gas station, and bought four quarts of transmission fluid.

I couldn't get to the bolt with my screwdriver, so for now I wrapped the hose in duct-tape and re-filled the transmission. Hoping it'd hold long enough. I got about 3/4 of a mile before it stopped working again. I pulled to the side and called my dad/boss. (I'd called him a few times before, but now it was hopeless.)

He said my brother was on the way with my tools and would takeover the material run. while he was on the way It occurred to me that the metwrentch kit in my trunk had this cool nut-driver for tight spaces. And that the bolt was actually a 5/16 bolt with a slot for screwdrivers.

I removed the hose cut it down, reattached it and filled the transmission again. When I got home, I went to the autoparts store and bought a new hose, more fluid and a drain pan.

After I replaced the hose I cooked myself a steak and had a beer.


Sunday: It was uneventful workwise when I got home some friends of mine told me of a BBQ party in Altadenia. It seamed like a long way to go but something about the way they told me said I should go. When I got the directions It turned out to be in Arkadia. Which is even farther away.

I got there and my mates girl starts not so subtly nudging me to go talk to this girl. Apparently she'd been hounding her about me all night. I've talked too this girl a few times and I'm pretty sure she likes me.

The problem is she doesn't drink, eat meat, or anything. She's into some sort of pure body thing. Anybody that knows me can tell you thats defiantly not going to mesh well with my lifestyle.

At the end of the night I walked her to her car. She hugged me and we had a moment. I moved in for the kiss and she said "no". She had a nervous smile on her face. She explained how she was nervous and shy. She ended with "You're so cute." I gave her another hug and said "You too." I gave her my number, then I went back to the party.

I got home around four, cursing myself for not getting home sooner. I had work on monday.

Lastnight I was doing some grocery shopping. I'd picked out all that I wanted and was walking towards the front when this group of HOT punkrocker chicks walks past me. I'm checking out one in particular and I give her a smile when she says to me "Hey?".

This caught me completely off guard. I did my best not to blush, and walked away as fast as I could with out being too obvious. As I rounded the corner I could hear one of them say "Did you see his face?" The rest of them started laughing.

I'm in the checkout line when one of them starts walking down the front checking the isles. She spots me and gets in my checkout line. The others join her. I can hear them talking I can't make out what about but I'm sure it involves me. I'm to nervous to look at them and finally they leave and to to another line.

I make it out first and get to my car. I'm loading up and I see them scanning the lot. As luck has it they're parked in the row just behind me. As I'm finishing loading I hear one of them say "Nice car". I got in and drove off.

What the hell got into me. How hard would it have been for me to go up to them and say: "Hey". I guess the prospect of approaching five hot women is five times greater than just one. Or at least thats the excuse I'm leaning on the most.

So anyway daoine you're not alone. I think grocery stores are designed with humiliating social situations in mind.

It's sowing? Come on it's spring get with the fucking program. Staying at the Omni Parker. According to them it's the longest running Hotel in America.

Anyway the wireless keyboard on ths internet-TV T thing suxrz. Time to explore downtown.

red5 is comming to rock your world.

I'm looking for a word to describe my angst and fuck doesn't seem to cut it.

My car has been unusable for a while now. The exhaust-manifold was leaking causing a lot of noise not to mention a massive loss of power. I got it tightened but it was warped so that only fixed it for a week or so. I decided to just upgrade to headers.

After about a week of waiting they finally got everything installed and running smooth. Fired it up, everything sounded great. put my foot on the break to shift from park and was like "whoa". The break pedal went down like paris hilton.

I told my mechanic and he opened the break-fluid reservoir to see that it was really low, did a quick inspection of the wheels for leaking fluid. Everything look alright so he filled it up and told me to drive it a little and check the level.

The next day at work one of my coworkers noticed that my break-line is touching one of my headers. Maybe it's just boiling off I think. I bent it away from the header when I got home.

Today I got my dad to help me bleed the breaks in the hope that that was the issue and they just needed to be bled now. While we were doing that we noticed a puddle start to form under my car.

I've forgotten what it's called but it's leaking from the valve that takes the fluid from the master cylinder and pushes it to the breaks. Needless to say it's hard to find one of those for a 67 GTO.

This sucks so bad. My cars never run this well and I can't fucking drive it! Anybody got a stronger word than "fuck"?

Last-night my Flat-mate and I went to this club in west-hollywood/beverly hills. This girl I know said she's working the door there on tuesdays and It's her birthday sometime this week. When we got there the club which is normaly a restaurant was split into two clubs. We guessed wrong and went to the one off the parking lot. Inside they had "karaoke from hell". You sing while a live band plays the music. We watched for a minute and then decided to check out the party downstairs.

There was a bounce right in front of the bar. Apparently they aren't allowed to let you order a drink. You have to get a waitress to do it for you. Drinks are expensive as hell too($6 a beer welcome to the westside). It was happening though. Way better then anything on our side of La Brea. Girls aplenty and they were looking pretty good. The DJ was spinning the right music and the crowd was responding.

I didn't see this girl anywhere and I was about to order a drink when she came up to me out of the blue. "Hey what the hell are you doing in my club?" We talked a little. Hard to hear anything over the music. Turns out it's her birthday as of midnight.

She started dancing a little. I sorta stood near and did my best to stay on beat. Then she got near the stripper pole in the middle of the dance floor. We both laughed a bit at the irony and she showed off her pole gymnastics.

My flat-mate said coyly "Gee I wonder where she learned to do that?" (she works as a stripper as do many of her friends) She got me to try it next. It was fun.

I went back upstairs and had a beer (easier to get served). Watched some american Idol reject butcher a song I don't even remember anymore. The crowd cheered all the same. Karaoke is Japanese for tonedeaf right?

After closing I asked her where her birthday goes from here. She told me Vegas. She asked for my number and put it in her phone. I told her if it's raining tomorrow I get the day off call me (I'm an electrician).

It's raining today maybe she'll call. If not I got a few backup plans. I'm just glad to get a day off. I worked all seven last week.

The last few nights were awesome I felt like sharing the love.

Friday-night:
For the first time since new years I'm not totally broke, and hell it's friday. My flat-mate and I decided tonight was the night to make it happen.

We started out at Vida. It's a pretty cool bar that just reopened in the neighborhood. They haven't quite won back they're clientele from before they closed. It's a bit quiet there usually and tonight is no exception. I had a few scotch on the rocks and we moved on the the Ye Rustic.

Oenophile and his girl where there so we had a round and I started talking to this woman I'd met a few months back. She's cool for her age but I'd never get involved with anyone older than my car. All the sudden somebody let out a huge WMD fart. It's was brutal. My crew and I decide that was the omen to move on to better clubs.

We went to this place called the beauty bar in hollywood. My flat-mate goes there all the time. Now that I'm over 21 I can finally go with him. It's called the beauty bar because it's designed to look like a beauty salon; hairdryers complete the motif. The name is also quite appropriate because there were a lot of beautiful women. Too bad they all seamed to be spoken for.

The next place we went to was around the corner. A place called star shoes. As a joke when I got carded I handed the guy my old green-card. It has a picture of me from when I was four. He looks at it and does a double take. I handed him my Drivers license and said. "Just fucking with you man." He got a chuckle out of that.

The girl to guy ratio was in our favor and the girls were looking nice. This one chick was break dancing and my flat-mate joined in. It was pretty funny but, she was digging it. After that we got a round at the bar and started talking to these three chicks sitting alone. My flat-mate worked it pretty smooth and the girls agreed to follow us the the Goldfinger.

We all get there and we convince the bouncer to let the girls in free. We still pay our cover charge. When we get in I see this go-go dancer is looking at me. I smile back and walk past to the smoking patio.

I'm sitting down trying to bum a smoke. I only smoke when I'm hanging out with smokers so I don't ever buy cigarettes. When the go-go dancer comes up to me and says: "I think you're hot" I'm a little blind-sided but I come up with the witty reply: "Well thats convenient because I think the same thing about you." We talk a bit and when she finishes her smoke she says she has to go back to work.

When I got back inside she's talking to oenophile's girlfriend. I walk up and she asks me to dance with her. She dances pretty well. I guess when it's your job you develop some skills. Next she danced with oenophile's girlfriend. They swapped numbers on the way out.

To close up the night we headed back to Vida. The DJ was spinning pretty well. Too bad nobody was dancing. I went to her booth and gave her props and said it sucks that nobody was dancing. I grabbed my boy's girlfriend and got her to dance with me. Of course my boy had to cut in. "She's mine get you own." I motioned at the DJ for her to come down. She sorta looked at me so I motioned again. She came down and we started dancing. It was pretty cool. Then she had to switch songs so I went back to the bar. It was about lastcall so we all went home.

As I was walking out this girl stops me and starts to apologize about being rude to my friend. She tells me about how he sorta groped her on the dance floor and she over reacted. I said it's all good and things were looking cool when my flat-mate comes out and starts talking smack to her. "I don't care about you stuck up little priss ..." He was pretty drunk.

Saturday-night:
We started at Vida as usual then we headed to this club called Echo. It was happing but the music kinda sucked. We went to 4100. Waiting in line is sorta retarded but I'd heard really good things about this place and wanted to see for myself. The line was short, and there was no cover they were doing this to keep the number of people in the pub below the fire-code requirement.

We get in get out drinks and it's standing room only. This couple sitting at a table and we ask if we can join. Of course they say. They're both pretty well quenched and they start talking to us. She blond so I shared my brunet jokes with her. She really liked them and told me she was a comedian by trade. Apparently she used to be in second city back in Chicago. She was pretty tanked so I won't let it go to my head.

The guy bought me two drinks which is pretty cool of him. I never even asked. and tells me to entertain his girl while he smokes. He's gone for 20 minuets and she's beginning to wonder what happened. I go outside to find him and I see him working on some chick. Talking about how he's a comedian and so on. She's not buying it and my flat-mate finally interjects "Yo, were going to the next place your girls is inside waiting for you. That sort of busted his game but I think he had it coming.

At Vida we met up with the same two friends of ours from the night before. We all went to Crazy Girls. I hadn't been there in forever. It was fun to go in the front door for a change. As soon as I walked in my favorite dancer was sitting at the door. She said "Hi" and we started talking for a few minutes. Then I went to grab a drink.

Later on she stopped me again and said "I think it's really unattractive when women flirt with guys like this but I can't help it" I replied "Did anyone tell you girls think too much." "No but I think I do" we talked a little more. Said she'd be working the door at this club in beverly hills on tuesdays. Then she left to go dance onstage. She danced to Portishead - Glorybox. Which happened to be my favorite Portishead song so I tipped her well.

After that we went to club blue looking for after-hours parties. We found one called lick. When we got there it was a fetish/goth night. Most of the girls were really guys. We decided to call it a night. I handed my last drink ticket to some girl on my way out.

My brother wants to drive to texas and visit some of his family and I agreed to come along. Should be fun.

In other news I found my iPOD and I've been listening to weezer's first album all day. I haden't heard it since I was 12. Back then it was the soundtrack to my life.

See you in a week or so.

I've been off the dot for a while just thought I'd stop in and let you know I'm still breathing.

I got new wheels on my car. They work great no more rubbing. Then I was going to take it for a spin and grey smoke started coming out from under the hood. It turns out it was just an old wire that finally had enough. I'll just have to change it and maybe charge/change the battery too.

In other shitty news I lost my iPOD I can't remember when I last had it but it's been a few weeks and I still haven't found it. I think it's safe to say it's gone.

Still more, that french girl told me she wanted to be "just friends". Of course this really means "If we were the last two people on earth I'd say the human race had run it's course and let it die out."[1]

On to the good stuff. I was at this party lastnight and I started dancing with this Indian girl[2]. It soon became readily apparent that she wasn't dancing with me because she liked the music. We looked for a coat room but had to settle for a quiet corner.

When she left we swaped number though I doubt we'd really need to. I've seen here around a lot she hangs with a lot of the same people I do. I'll probably just see her before the standard two days waiting is over.

[1] Seriously why do women do this. Just let us hate you without feeling gulity about it. It's the least you can do.
[2]Indian as in India

Lastnight my hommie Heineken had a keg draining party. He threw a keger on sunday and still had half a keg full. It was good beer and we didn't want to waste it.

He called a few people and we had a very nice party. Loads of people. Everyone was very friendly. It's funny how a steady supply of alcohol can do that to a group of people.

At 10PM we had to move the party elsewhere because the apartment manager wouldn't stand for it. One of the girls there new a bunch of guys who live in a house just a block up. We brought the keg over and kept partying.

This really hot french girl was dancing and she asked me to join her. So we're dancing and I start to kiss her. I figure I'm so loaded I can get away with it. Then we started making out.

I made out with the french girl and had a few shots of tequila. Alas no body shots, can't have everything I guess. I was going to get her number but she's staying with a friend and doesn't have a phone. At around two she passed out and I walked home. I hope I see her again.