Tuesday, February 20, 2007
2:55 p.m.

Quick update: The school situation is fine, my final recommendation letter was submitted Friday, and I was informed that the delay would not ruin my chances. Back to the hating:

Fuck the emo freaks and Fuck the Grand in San Francisco:
Anndrija and I went to see She Wants Revenge (SWR) at the Grand, which SUCKED. What a waste of time. Very cool and fun hanging out with Anndrija though. We got to SF around 7:30 and grabbed some food to avoid the line into the Grand. It was raining, and we found awesome parking across the street, so we were on a “dream spot” high.  After returning to the Grand, we waited for SWR to start. There was super-trendy-I-should-be-on-E music playing, and the emo freaks were out with a vengeance. It’s amazing to witness the sheer energy and deliberation some put forth when choosing an outfit for such an event. Perhaps I have forgotten what it’s like to be on the prowl; but even if I was, an SWR show is not the place to land some ass, or a boyfriend, or whatever you’re looking for. First of all, most of the guys are gay little emo boys that look like the gayholes from fucking Fallout Boy:

Secondly, any hetero guys were dragged there by their girlfriends OR extremely older men who probably don’t even like the band, but are there to prey on the young girls that get all drunk and crazy at shows. Predators. Whores. Which is worse? Unless you’re a gay guy, don’t go looking for love at an SWR show.

Anyway, so we suffered through the emos and the whores and the predators, waiting for SWR to start. The gay dancers were fun to ridicule. Hey, Right Said Fred called. One of the band members is missing, and they need you back. Here’s a photo, taken with my phone:

“I love ripping on people,” I told Anndrija. “That’s why we’re friends,” she replied. We saw all kinds of ridicule-worthy sights. The ridiculously old man with the She Wants Revenge t-shirt got some attention. Why do people feel the need to wear a band shirt to the same band’s show? It seems redundant. Even when I was a nerdy 14-year-old, I didn’t wear my Guns N’ Roses shirt to a Guns N’ Roses concert. As Anndrija said, “Yeah, so you like the band too? Wow, me too! That’s kind of why we’re all here.” Crazy Eyes was a little creepy, who’s photo I had to take on the sly:

Gay mini-mullet, also taken on the sly:

I don’t even know what to make of that. A mini-mullet with makeup. That’s all kinds of scary. Anndrija wanted a photo of a really bad tattoo, but “she won’t stop gyrating long enough for me to take her picture” so we had to give up.

Eventually, the band came on, just as we were getting bored of people watching. Unfortunately it was NOT SWR, it was a shitty opening band that lasted FOREVER. We were not happy, and had we known it would take that long, we could have left later and I could have been working on my application stuff. We both had things to do besides rip on the emo freaks.

Finally SWR came on, and the acoustics were shitty. Damn the Grand! On the positive, we’d moved upstairs and to the side, where we could see the stage and the crowd below:

The drunken fan shown in the photo was really into it, and thus enjoyable to watch. From our location, he looked like Andy Sanberg from Saturday Night Live:

The people to our left included a girl in a cast, the first people not to get kicked out of those seats – apparently they were for handicapped people. Anndrija noted the absurdity of handicapped seats UPSTAIRS, and also said of the crippled girl, “she’s totally faking it. She just wants those seats.” The guy to our right fell asleep briefly, probably in a drunken stupor. He woke up when the song ended. Anndrija said, “Wake up and clap, jerk.” He left after that. Not because he heard Anndrija, but because he finally realized that he needed to leave.

Also noted was the amount of advertising from the title sponsor. Can you guess who the sponsor was?

Count the logos:

Fuck the ghetto-ass biotch at Subway on Fair Oaks and Manzanita.
Ok, so bitch thinks she’s all Eldorado Hills and shit, but she’s really just South Sac. Just because you wear the trendy workout pants and some bling on your sunglasses doesn’t make you classy. And it helps to not dress your little dreadlocked rugrat in “Baby Phat” workout pants as well. Capris, no less. Dressing your child in designer, label-laden clothes screams ghetto because those of us who aren’t ghetto don’t feel the need to advertise the nice clothes that we purchase. Just an observation. So anyway, Ms. South Sac (MSS) was ridiculously rude to the poor slaves at Subway. Bitching about something they got wrong and holding up the already long line, she was tenacious and impossible. I said to the girl behind me, “Relax, it’s a fucking sandwich,” and when MSS kept it up, I said more loudly, directly to her, “Why don’t you be a little ruder, so they spit in your food?” She gave me that look. Normally I am a quiet little chickenshit, but fuck that self-important cunt; I can’t stand people that mistreat restaurant workers. They were slammed and probably stressed out and frantic. It’s not like they were trying to fuck up. So I was super sickly nice when it was my turn, and I could feel MSS glaring at me every few seconds, so I gave her a look that said, “yeah whatever bitch. Try it.” I was waiting for her to get all froggy and step up to kick my ass. I was so ready to say something like, “Wow, you’re trying to fight me in a Subway? That makes you about as classy as you look. Not to mention the sterling example you’re setting for your daughter as well, being shitty to minimum wage workers and starting a fight with another customer. Way to go, Mom.” But unfortunately, she didn’t do anything, so I didn’t get to say any of that. Bollucks. I think a lot of things transpire inside my head. Sometimes it’s much more interesting than reality.

Fuck all the dumb drivers.
I’ve complained countless times, I know. But I hate the asshole drivers who constantly try to pass on the right and fail miserably because they misjudge the speed of the other people, and have to return to the left lane in shame. As they should. Because if you can’t manage to successfully pass the slow drivers in the left lane, you’re an idiot and should be relegated into the right lane permanently. I don’t think I got below 80 on my drive to Santa Cruz last week to drop off my transcripts, and I am a horrible driver. Ask anyone. Seriously. If I can manage to pass blocks of traffic with a couple of calculated maneuvers, anyone can do it. I don’t see the problem. It takes dedication and astute observation. Pay attention and don’t be a douche! I’m not encouraging everyone to drive like that – I’m just saying, if you’re going to drive like you’re more important, do it right. Us assholes have to stick together.