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Wednesday, August 27th, 2003
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2:57 am
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i know this is annoying.
but this is annoying me.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) reverence_
add me if you please.
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| Sunday, August 24th, 2003
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11:32 pm - let me take this medicine to quench my love for violent things.
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& so.
while waiting for ryan mclaughlin's wasted ass to call me for a ride home, i'm filling out jan's interview.
1. what are your current favorite bands right now and why?
i am going to be horrible at answering this question. the new thrice album hasn't left my cd player since the day it came out. alkaline trio is always a constant. the new team sleep stuff is incredible, and i've been listening to ben lee a lot. that's a pretty random grouping. fair enough.
2. describe your college experience so far.
it's been interesting. my college experience has been more about other people than it has about myself. i spent the majority of my freshman year hopping from dorm room to dorm room, lecture hall to lecture hall. mind you, none of them were mine. i'm living vicariously through everyone else who moved away. it's been a blast. and i'll be transfering in a year. i'll fill you in then.
3. if you could relive any moment of your life, what would it be?
this is a really good one. high five, jan. it's probably the walk from the asbury park train station to the shore. i remember seeing the atlantic ocean forthe first time and feeling particularly dumbfounded. i was with the most incredibly random/amazing people, and on the verge of an amazing time. i could feel it the whole 36824289 miles we walked.
4. potaytoe, potahto. tomaytoe, tomahto. what do you say?
i wish i said 'tomahto.' i'm so envious i don't have an east coast accent. honestly. ta-may-to. pah-tay-to.
5. what are your favorite cartoons and why?
family guy, space ghost & clone high. the humor on those shows are so incredibly off the wall. you can get away with so much more in a cartoon, humor-wise. the one liners are the best.
want me to interview you? comment.
current mood:  bored
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12:48 am - this war is getting harder to fight by myself.
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this past week i have:
made three shirts, a skirt and two purses, went to the improv, got lost in san dimas, ran around on a movie set, made that "teal x" decision i'd been avoiding, registered for school, split my hand open on a box cutter, went to dinner with a boy who looked like garrett from senses fail - only less creepy, got up to a 10g, revisited with five old friends i'd lost touch with, went to a soccer game, had a girly sleepover, finished three books, almost cried, routed a trip to san francisco, and not slept at all.
i miss you.
and by miss, i mean love. and by you, i mean everyone.
niwt, come home.
current mood:  restless
current music: "nothing much happens" by ben lee
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| Friday, August 15th, 2003
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2:58 am - you got me sprung & i don't care who sees.
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i'll have you know my cell phone plays "crazy in love" when anyone calls now.
and i don't mean that cheesy ring melody.
i mean, it plays the song. all the way up to the "uh oh, uh oh" part.
and it's sad how easily entertained i've become.
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| Wednesday, August 13th, 2003
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1:26 am - i'd rather be here, than anywhere with you.
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my outgoing voicemail:
(buddy from senses fail, in a faint jersey accent:)
"yo, what the fuck is up, you've reached kaci's cell phone. if you don't know what to do, you're fuckin' retarded. take care of yourself. peace."
(note the use of 'retarded' at shelley's request...)
voicemail received this evening:
(my dad, in a thick brooklyn accent:)
"hey, what the fuck is up. who the fuck am i calling? who was that bitch? i bet your father would love that fuckin language, huh? i mean, what the fuck. hey fuck you. what the fuck. i want that message gone. i'll send someone over to take care of you. you should take that off your voicemail, you sound retarded. you know something? i got friends. in the italian community. in the polish community. and they'd be happy to take care of that buck on your answering machine. big fuckin' friends. that's no way for a lady to act. especially one who's father pays her phone bill. you're classier than that. remember, i got friends. big ones. so don't be retarded. you know what to do. the right thing to do would be taking that fuckin retard off your phone. he can be taken care of. i got friends. i told you. peace."
(back to normal speaking tone:)
"okay sweetie. just kidding. but do me a favor and fix that, will you? okay. love you. bye bye."
haha,
that made my life.
and how was your day?
( twenty users; take two. )
current mood:  giggly
current music: the mistakes we knew we were making by straylight run
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| Monday, August 11th, 2003
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11:48 am - nobody's romancing, because it's too early for dancing
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"wait, ben harper is black?!?"
"aww, he's only playing the sexy songs!!"
yay for drunken/stoned/eccentric college students of san diego.
shelley, ian, lynette & i saw jack johnson and ben harper last night.
it only took two years,
but jesus. i don't care.
jack was amazing. AMAZING.
i can't get over his voice.
i called my mom during "bubble toes", she giggled like a little girl.
and ben harper. well, ben. learn how to end a song under ten minutes, k thanks.
but he did play "walk away" and i almost cried and it was superb.
and the layer of smoke above the crowd for "burn one down" was a fun sight.
we ended up backstage after the show, but alas,
no black & tan.
i did however make friends with a security guard who just worked the circus,
and we got home at four am. meh.
current mood:  lethargic
current music: i love the way she said l.a by spitalfield
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| Saturday, August 2nd, 2003
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12:49 am - it's 80's night, all the girls drink for free.
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so last week was the jonah show. we got one last murdah group hug, and jonah finally learned how to throw the sign all on his own. we're so proud.
& 80's all night dance party. well, it was supposed to go all night. too bad we passed out early. shelley and i did however do our interpretive choreographed dance to moneen.
i'm still sick. tara is gone. this week needs to end.
current mood:  distressed
current music: "the more you ignore me" by morrissey
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| Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003
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2:25 pm - & if it comes to murder, don't tell, and we wont ask you how you sleep at night.
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the new thrice is so good it makes me want to cry.
that could also be attributed it the fact i'm on SIX seperate medications right now.
i get two more when my prescription is filled.
yeahah, take that bronchitis/allergies/viral infection/congestion/SARS/death.
the posters on my wall were shaking earlier,
so that was kind of cool.
it's kind of funny how easily fucked up i can get on over the counter medicine.
party at my house, bring your own nyquil.
current mood: loopy
current music: "stare at the sun" by thrice
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| Saturday, July 19th, 2003
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12:40 am - the feeling inside has kept me up all night
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i give up.
shelleypants: kacciiiiiiiiiii
shelleypants: and meeee
shelleypants: like onneeeeee
shelleypants: heaaaaa
shelleypants: aaaarttt
shelleypants: beeeaaaaat
<3
current mood:  drained
current music: "hostage" by onelinedrawing
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| Wednesday, July 16th, 2003
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4:16 pm - please tell me i'm not wanted, please tell me i'm not wanted.
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YESTERDAY: shelley & i decided to go to san diego on a whim, went to mission beach, ate carnival-sized ice cream cones and wore ski caps on the boardwalk, took photobooth pictures, pretended to be in middle school, left for mira mesa, hung out in target, helped brand new out in the cd department, tried on hot jewelery, ate at fuddruckers, got sick, walked to the epicenter, passed out on the grass, met danielle, lindsay and becky who went from funny and cool to fourteen and crazy with one water baloon, saw jon from tbm and kenny from moneen, watched randy prance around in diesels, watched senses fail from the window, hardcore danced but no screaming, had a no-pants party and got the first r.s.v.p, met a boy named mike who liked the trio, we became mike from senses fail's sisters, got in just as brand new started, randy and shelley rocking out to soco, cell phone madness, thug style sic transit gloria, early ninties dance party with mike, buddy, sean the roadie, jon & that bastard tour manager, got the story behind "moneen", mahneen, got the box hat, finally talked to buddy & his awesome accent, holding hands with buddy (yeah, so what if shelley did, too..), bite.to.break.skin, getting invited to party with finnnnnch, went to jordan from nfg's house even though he wasn't there, everyone calls him r2!, brand new rocks randy's world, listened to derek play rx bandits on repeat and on guitar, read about serial killers, got enlightened, smoked too many cigarettes, decided to go home, took shell to her first casino (so c-c-c-c-c-controversial) passed out at five, woke up at two thirty.
current mood: lethargic
current music: "good to know..." by brand new
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| Friday, July 11th, 2003
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9:39 am - we do this cause' we care, not for the thrill.
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you know it's been a weird night when buddy from senses fail steps to your roger rabbit with hardcore dance moves, and he kicks your ass.
yeah, okay. but who won the golden cat?
(all i can say about last night is...what the fuck.)
& rachel, he's so on your team.
current mood:  tired
current music: "all that's left" by thrice
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| Sunday, July 6th, 2003
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10:56 pm - we are, we are the dead.
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more fun to be had.
saturday:
drunk with whitney by noon on a comical amount of alcohol
seeing kris roe's penis
watching the used, avenged sevenfold, andrew wk and simple plan from onstage. SIMPLE PLAN.
watching kris roe get in a fist fight & spit blood in some kid's face.
less than jake pit party (with streamers!)
dancing until i fell down onstage for andrew wk. rocked so hard.
bert jumping twenty feet off the rafters.
simple plan talking in french is hot.
the gorge makes me believe in god.
quinn riding on the motorcycle. hooottt.
nichole's pant problem and riding awk.
my boyfriend from dropkick murpheys. oh yeah.
people have porno sex in the parking lot.
thrice owning everything for the second day in a row.
sunday:
bert's "my neck, my back..." breakdown
getting socked in the jaw during poison the well
crowdsurfing during "party hard" and seeing whitney's face
"...and i was like 'aliciaaaaaa!!!'"
staring at the lady from mcdonalds until she gave in for the lunch menu
roze riding andrew wk. oh yeah.
daryl palumbo screwing up my voicemail. "what the fuck?! it didn't do nothin'!"
daryl's final 'tango'
awk signing autographs for HOURS
caitlin making me suffocate from laughing so hard
thrice killing it three times in a row. ahah. ahem. new song!
the three musketeers
"i want to bear eddie brekenridge's children. and i hate kids. so there."
tailgate party. "where you going?! home! me too!!!"
i'm so damn tired. i plan on sleeping for days. call me if you know my cell. i'm doing nothing for the next few days.
<3
i love the oregon crew. you kids are the best.
current mood:  exhausted
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| Saturday, July 5th, 2003
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6:56 am - there's a lot on my mind, so i guess i'll just take it one thing at a time.
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so yeah.
being in canada on the 4th of july is pretty lame.
what's not lame:
dancing on stage with andrew wk
getting laughed at by tim armstrong
getting a thumbs up from alicia silverstone for my blood brothers shirt
dukes of hazzard-style rolling on whit's car at the border
the crows that eat cheetoes
hardcore dancing to glassjaw (some guy dropped a hole so i could dance, ahaha.)
front row for thrice
the ataris playing "make it last" (ninth grade, yeah yeah.)
fashion talk with poison the well
the "america II" barbeque after-party with drunken everyone
kris roe staring at me all crazy like
the weakest firework display, ever
avenged sevenfold "california talk"
meeting rachel, cara, nichole & jana (who are insaaaane).
it's far too early. i have the worst sunburn and my whole body aches. but it's time to go to the gorge now for round two. and then round three tomorrow. i'm gonna die. gah.
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| Monday, June 30th, 2003
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4:09 pm - i got what you need if you need to feel a buzz...
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i had some drunken thirty year old man wander into my living room and sit down on the couch with shelley, greg & dave at two thirty am.
he wouldn't get up until one of my neighbors came in and told him morrissey was outside signing autographs. jesus christ.
last night, as told by my new cell phone;
( so come on give me a hug if you're into gettin' rubbed... )
current mood: tired
current music: "play crack the sky" by shelley
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| Friday, June 27th, 2003
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10:19 pm - this is the grace only we can bestow.
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texas, rhode island, toronto, west virginia.
globe trotting/friend making.
drinking at jr's house, shelley & tara are mocking my livejournal posting abilities. eh.
leaving wednesday for oregon.
andrew wk dancing on the way.
i'm so vaugue. ask my friends.
current mood: lethargic
current music: "shirley d. pressed" by homegrown
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| Wednesday, June 18th, 2003
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12:17 pm - so cal is where my mind states, but it's not my state of mind.
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christ.
that's the second time i've seen eve 6 in a month.
never again.
anyway, jonah madness to follow.
( back off, or someone will die... )
current mood:  hungry
current music: "april left with silence" by hopesfall
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| Friday, June 13th, 2003
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2:17 am - tonight never ends if we never go inside.
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dear matt skiba,
thank you for being you.
love, kaci.
catching the the trio mid-photoshoot in the alleyway, skiba's thanking us?, the glorious devillock is back, steve's freakout, running into erica, everyone going numb, dream setlist: QUEEN OF PAIN, continental, if we never go inside, my friend peter (lora!), goodbye forever, maybe i'll catch fire, hell yes, armageddon, all on black, this could be love, cringe, 100 stories, nose over tail, another innocent girl, private eye, crawl, emma, i lied my face off. they only missed mr. chainsaw. matt giving away his guitar to the kid next to me during the set, derek & matt's brotherly love, the bat wings, hearts made from hands, the pick plea, the carride chorus to "you vandal", steve is so money, the video camera guy in my face, ryan's hand puppets, shelley & my mission, quite possibly the best car ride home, ever.
gah. wow. san diego bound tomorrow.
(i don't deserve this.)
current mood:  pleased
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| Monday, June 9th, 2003
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10:57 pm - ...and my body still aches.
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| Friday, June 6th, 2003
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2:44 am - we admit to the truth, we are the best at what we do.
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today --
tara & i went gambling with my grandma for her birthday. we suck at bingo.
then we managed to flirt our way out of a ticket from my first experience being pulled over.
i bought a plane ticket to oregon & planned a trip to europe.
after that, we picked up shelley and met everyone for nick's graduation.
joined my drunken best friends in screaming for other people's kids. (they asked us to.)
we somehow randomly ran into johnee from homegrown in the crowd.
(and we got him to yell "palm desert!" for no reason.)
went out to dinner with adam, who i haven't seen in four months.
then went to c-dub's bachelor pad to watch kris seto's super special edition of empire records.
random like what.
i am now mad tired and must go to sleep.
i'd also like to know where the hell i picked up "mad" as an adjective.
current mood:  sick
current music: "on the bright side, she could choke..." by fear before
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| Sunday, June 1st, 2003
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11:34 pm - did you ever think that you would be this blessed?
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there are weeks, like this past, that make you question everything.
nights like last, that make you remember what it's like to feel alive.
and days like today, that make you realize you know nothing at all.
(it's time to go.)
current mood:  calm
current music: "flying at tree level (version 1.0)" by brand new
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