DAMNED ARE YE

Last night driving back from a show, we passed this skinny/sickly looking white boy, with a very serious expression on his face, driving a pick-up truck.

Let me describe this truck to you.

* There were wooden rosary beads with a wooden cross hanging from his rearview mirror.
* His bumper sticker said " ARE YOU SAVED?"
* His license plate read: " REPENT 5" in red.

Wow. :3 hardcore.

Anyhow. Last night we went to see a show at the Aladdin. And you know how Las Vegas shows are, they're cheesey and have a lot of pyrotechnics.

Well. It was called SPELLBINDER which was enormously shitty and a complete waste of time. A metal band played songs during the whole thing, which could have been good, if the lyrics were not about the stupid Spellbinder battling an evil soccerer dressed in an outfit that GWAR would have laughed at!

The illusions consisted of moving around huge props and "kidnapping" the band members and putting them into boxes or blowing them up. This may sound cool, but the actual illusion took like 15 minutes so nobody cared what was going on and the sci-fi subplot made no sense in the midst of clan-like midgets in purple robes doing cartwheels around the SPELLBINDER and evil soccerer. Seriously. Everyone sitting behind me left, and I heard some chick saying, "I have no idea what's going on."

I had free seats, so I was in like, nosebleed 3rd balcony row 234342 or something. And the funny thing was, I could see all the stuff the stage hands were doing, and I could see the SPELLBINDER hiding under the trapdoor for his illusions.

Totally lame. There weren't even hot dancing chicks in unecessarily skimpy lingere like the Treasure Island show.

NEWS OMG - I'm coming home on Sunday. The job people told me they won't know if they want to hire me until August. So screw that. If I get the job, I may still come back, but with like a van full of my stuff. I may just stay in St. Louis and! Stephanie is looking for a roomie! woo! I'll be home around 8 or so. Come over or something! Come over to my house. I have to stay with my parents again :/ Hopefully the psychologist they send me to is American and will understand that the only disorder I have is Crappy Parent Syndrome.

Fuck, I have the hiccups now.

Oh yeah.



Begin, Batman ^__~