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Thursday, July 29, 2004

Currently: listening to album love is hell by ryan adams
this album is so good i don't even know what to say. i. can't. stop. listening. to. it.
the music has been fitting my days perfectly.

new layout b/c the other one just decided not to work even though i did nothing to it. hopefully i'll be less lazy and make a new layout b/c i don't want this one now. that's rufus wainwright if you don't know.

yesterday i went to the doctors for a follow-up to the ER. they took more blood but this time with a really small needle and tube thing which didn't even hurt much. i had to get the little girl screaming her face off next to me of course, reason number 21584231654 to not have kids. they still don't know what's wrong with me so i have to have an ultrasound and my stomach x-rayed. when i got home i took a nap b/c i had to wake up at 9am (i wake up at 1pm everyday) that morning to get ready; then woke up at 4pm. it felt like two days passed and i was really confused. rar, this shit sucks. it's at an all time new shitfest (yes i'm going to wine about it now b/c i can) where no matter what i eat i feel like vomiting. my stomach feels like it's sticking out and bloated even if i haven't eaten anything in a really long time. i only have two of my anti- nausea pills left and i hope to god i can get more. i found it odd that my medication is also used to treat schizophrenia, i mean nausea and that... isn't that odd? i wake up sweating for no reason. i've been having weird dreams about celebrities (prince, p-diddy, axle rose, trading spaces) which probably has nothing to do with any of this. although they say if you dream about a celebrity then you will have good luck, i don't know if i believe that. i'm tired all the time no matter how much sleep i got the night before or if i took a nap. i'm just tired of feeling like i'm going to die/die after i eat something.

rock list of the day

chrissie hyde's advice to chick rockers:
1. don't' moan about being a chick, refer to feminism or complain about sexist discrimination. we've all been thrown down stairs and fucked about, no one wants to hear a whining female. write a loosely disguised song about it instead and clean up ($).
2. never pretend you know more than you do. if you don't know chord names, refer to the dots. don't do near the desk unless you plan on becoming an engineer.
3. make the other band members look and sound good. bring out the best in them; that's your job. oh, and you better sound good too.
4. do not insist on working with "females"; that's b.s. get the best man for the job. if it happens to be a woman, great- you'll have someone to go to department stores on tour with instead of making one of the road crew go with you.
5. try not to have a sexual relationship with the band. it always ends in tears.
6. don't think that sticking your boobs out and trying to look fuckable will help. remember you're in a rock and roll band. it's not "fuck me," it's "fuck you!"
7. don't try to compete with the guys; it wont impress anybody. remember, one of reasons they like you is because you don't offer yet more competition to the already existing male egos.
8. if you sing, don't "belt" or "screech." no one wants to hear that shit; it sounds "hysterical."
9. shave your legs, for christsakes!
10. don't take advice from people like me. do your own thing always.
(chrissie hynde is the pretenders)

b/c i'm cool i'll throw in another one.

scott pellegrino's 21 rockers, rappers, and poppers who'd lose to beavis and butt-head in a meeting of the minds:
1. sabastian bach
2. marky mark
3. james hetfield
4. steve albini
5. joey lawrence - haha if you don't remember it's the guy who goes "whoa" on blossom
6. harry connick jr.
7. billy ray cyrus
8. dr. dre
9. belinda carlisle
10. jon bon jovi
11. shabba ranks
12. grace slick
13. joe satriani
14. george harrison
15. sammy hager
16. anyone who ever again says "throw your hands in the air and wave 'em like you just don't care" - hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha my favorite one on the list
17. charlie daniels
18. eric clapton
19. run d.m.c
20. michael bolton - how can you not think of office space when you read his name or hear about him?
21. fresh prince - i swear to god if i hear him say " i have got to get me one of dees!" when he's not even in a movie i'll beat him with a stick.

shaina loves the jews at;
5:33 PM

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a picture of me.

my name is shaina and i will eat your children.

i eat sultry roasted homo sapien flesh on a daily basis, only to purge it into a rusty bucket in a matter of minutes and feed it to the dogs.

i'm in the pomeranian fur trading business with crack dealers in newark.

i am happy. i am with someone who makes me feel amazing, who i love more than i thought you could love someone. it is fucking awesome. i love my life.

also, i like to laugh. it keeps me from killing people.

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planet brenda.
spitonastranger.
bobby burgess.
buddyhead.
demon baby.
stephanie sparer (has no life).
everything is dumb v3.

if you're going to do drugs get educated and be safe.

eyeball kid.
the heirophant.

i hope my future boyfriend looks like this.

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