Man, I forgot to mention the best parts about the party!

1) Julie's mom called. She looked at it, and said "its my mom." I thought that she was just going to hit ignore or something (she had on a previous call she got that night) so I yelled (in my best Eugene Mirman imitation) "Tell her to go to hell and hang up on her." So Julie did answer it, and her mom heard me say "hang up on her." Julie managed to pretend it was non-related. I felt bad, but it was hilarious. We were all dying trying not to laugh while Julie was on the call.

2) We were talking about how rabbit poop looks like bee bees (I have no idea how one spells bee bees) so we were talking about marketing it to anyone who wants low impact ammunition, and we were trying to add high highfalutin words to the description like "artisan," "organic," "hand crafted," etc. so I thesaurused "artisan" and for whatever reason, one of the adjectives that came up was proletarian, which we found hilarious. So we started talking about how rabbit poop was going to be the ammunition of the Marxist revolution and how we were going to take down the bourgeoisie wit it. Sort of a "you had to be there" thing but it was pretty hilarious.

3) We decided Laurie and I should be on an infomercial selling the rabbit poop ammunition and all-kosher Bacon Salt. I'd be the really dumb one asking questions, and she'd be the one who demonstrated how the product works.

So I hosted a par-tee. I was sad because it was a going away party for Julie & Lothar, but I was happy because I got to hang out with them, and Laurie, and Frank. I don't know if it was the best party I've ever thrown, but how can I fail with 007 at my side?

People voluntarily watched him about half the time we were there. Julie called it "Rabbit Vision." I'm proud to say that everyone he meets seems charmed by him, and says he has way more personality than most rabbits they've seen.

I'm at the point where I should really rabbit proof all my wires, he really really wants to be on the carpet and is potty trained. But I have some business involving a stool sample, my dad's birthday, the AIC I've neglected so badly, etc. this weekend, so I really don't know if I'll get it all done.

Anyway, the party made me remember all the good parties I hosted back when I was at borders. The other good side effect is it actually makes me clean. My good friends are so understanding that they let me get away with filth when it's one on one so I now need multiple people around to shame myself. But... again with a loose rabbit I feel like I'm going to get more vigilant anyway.

I guess I will see Julie & Lothar once before they leave. They're doing something or other involving a horrible movie this weekend, and while I'll be busy for most of it, I'm at least going to drop in to give them their going away presents which hadn't arrived by the time of my party.

Yaaaay!

I found a good song to be obsessed with after going so long without. I dunno... I felt like I was becoming an old person, not really caring about music after a certain age. My parents and sister did it...

I don't know if it's been the depression or just not bumping into good new music as often as I did back in the day, or even just the total frustration of having gigs and gigs of music that you'd previously ripped or sorted.... and then having your computer burn out with no back up. But it's been hard. I listen to music in the car or when I'm with Josh, but haven't really been able to sink my teeth into anything for awhile, you know?

Anyway, it's from the new(er) Wolf Parade album, called At Mount Zoomer or something like that. The song is Kissing the Beehive. It just fucking rocks.... I don't know why I decided to listen to it today, I'd pretty much decided the new album wasn't that good when I got it, (and it might not be), but the song has me obsessed.

I think part of the reason I never got into it is I got it back when I had the fucked up neighbors who would key my car or slash my tires if I played my music above a whisper, and was losing my MP3 player all the time. Back in the day, Rebecca observed (and it's totally true) that Wolf Parade just doesn't sound that good at a reasonable volume, but it's somehow totally perfect when blasted. In the car: this song is magic. It's a crazy dramatic thing--there's something about dramatic music that when it's good, it's GREAT--about 10 min. long. The first bit is slow and good. The next bit, I bet I could get even my friends who don't like WP to like, because it doesn't have the guy's voice, which everyone hates. It's basically just rocking out until the next part, which has the same tune/speed but has singing. Then after that there's a random rock out without words.

I also have to give an honorable mention to The Bens cover of "I Touch Myself." I've never really loved or hated the orig. song, it's just always been there. But two straight dudes singing it to each other (Folds & Lee) with so much gusto is hilarious, plus I can't get enough of Folds' piano action. Kweller says he's not involved in the song because he was "too busy touching himself." Actually, accidently finding that in my pile of stuff (from Josh, I think) got me into "categorize music mode" which I've badly needed to do (still badly need to do, only got a little of the massive job done) which reminded me I had the Wolf Parade.

I ask you: is there anything on earth more delicious than a perfectly ripe peach?

But it was a rhetorical question, because if you say it isn't I will hurt you. Because there's nothing! Nothing!

Well... technically: I think the reason I enjoy a good peach so much is because it's so rare. Peaches at the grocery store suck, I'd rather have canned even. I only find good peaches like once a year, if that, so they're good + they're special so that makes them more good. If I could get them any time I want, I'd probably not care.

ANYWAY, this is obviously the prelude to telling you I got my hands on some good peaches (wink wink). I don't know how, but my dad found a deal on some good Georgia peaches. He emailed me first, saying he wasn't sure if he should get them, because there's like a half-bushel minimum, which is quite a lot of peaches. HA! I could eat a half bushel myself, much less splitting it three ways (him, me, my sister). I mean, it IS a lot of peaches. But like I said--a good peach is like crack to me. Only if I was like a crack addict and crack only existed once a year. So anyway I've only had 1 so far today, but I inhaled like 3 yesterday in one sitting. Yay, peaches!

In other news, I ditched the toastmasters thing, and I feel good about it. I won't feel good about it when I have to talk to them, but seriously, F them if they think I'm going to spend my Saturday driving around 5 hours for no good reason.

And thanks to that, I've gotten a LOT done today. My house needed cleaning very much, and with what I've done so far, I've managed to make it look like a regular person lives here, not some sort of un potty trained Rabbit/hobo combination. I feel good about that. I have some more cleaning left, but I cleaned the floors which had rabbit poop/litter all over them, and other objects that only really produced clutter but made it difficult to get to the rabbit poop/litter. Now all I really have to do is clean up some other clutter on tables etc.

007 is doing great. I thought trying to give him the pain killer medication would be a huge problem like holding him down and forcing it in, but they must've put something tasty in it because I can hold it out and give it to him, no coercion. He is active and eating, which are both good signs. I'm sort of tempted not to go to the vet follow up a week from now, because it's basically $70 more and a trip to Champaign just for them to be like, "yep, you're right, he's doing fine." I mean, I'm going to monitor the incision and his behavior and all, but I feel like I can gauge this particular situation on my own.

So today I saw the saddest thing in the world: a man riding a tandem bike by himself.

Actually, it wasn't sad, it was awesome. I just wanted to give you a chuckle at his expense before I reveal the best part of this story: I saw him with his little daughter on the bike earlier, heading towards the woods. When I saw him the second time, he was going the opposite direction, with just her sad little helmet hanging off the second handlebars.

Yay, murder! Anyway, I was in a park in Champaign killing time while 007 was being neutered at a vet's office down there. Yep, little girls being murdered, cute rabbits' testicles being chopped off, can this post get any more disturbing? Yes, because I'm about to tell you about my poop. I took 4 dumps the 4 hours I was down there. One in a porta potty, one in meijer, and two in walmart. Why a second time at Walmart? Surprisingly, their toilets were the least gross by a good margin. I have to say, however, that during my second shit there, there were some kids shouting about fish or something to their grandma for a whole long time, and I remember thinking, "007 is probably having a better time than I am in Champaign."

And yay, tomorrow I get to drive 2 & 1/2 hours to attend this BS toastmasters officer training thing, and then drive 2 & 1/2 hours back. I'm kind of mad.... I thought we needed it for this award that is a big deal or something, but I was reading the fine print on it today and it said only 4 officers need to be trained for the thing, and we've already got that many who went to the one I forgot to go to. I think it's fucked up to have to do it if there's no real reason. I mean, I don't even have to learn anything, all I do is set up the room for every meeting (which the previous person in that position already showed me how) But I've been promising up and down to go for a long time now, I stupidly accidently missed the one that was located in town, and I don't want to be a prick about it. I dunno, given how many digestive problems I had today, the choice might be taken out of my hands anyway.

My brain is completely fucking fried. I don't know if I've been playing too much Sims 3 or what it is but in the last few weeks I've fucked up so many times. Mostly just missing/being late for things. For instance:

--I missed a toastmaster meeting that I had literally been harassed via email about every day for a month, with intermittent reminders before that

--Late for a mentoring meeting

--COMPLETELY forgot about the 'Phew's birthday. It's even the nephew who I have his birthday pretty much memorized. Didn't buy him anything, didn't show up to his party, nothing.

--today I missed the pre-neuter checkup my rabbit needs. So the neutering appt. which was sposed to be tomorrow is now going to be the checkup, and the neutering time is now unknown. Again, this was fairly important, the sooner he gets his nads gone the sooner I can play with him again and not fear being sprayed, and the sooner I can completely potty train him so I don't have poop in my kitchen anymore/I can actually let him out into the rest of my house.

s anyone else sick of Green Day being political? Dude, you used to
make songs about masturbation. You think I'm going to listen to your
opinion on politics? That's like the Bloodhound Gang trying to tell
me how to fix the economy. And hey--you may say, "Amy, you are no
more mature than Green Day, you make masturbation jokes all the time!
Does that mean your opinion doesn't matter?"

Hell no, my opinion doesn't matter. I didn't even vote in the last
election and I'm not even ashamed! You think Obama wasn't going to
win fucking ILLINOIS? Even if he had died or something, he would've
won posthumously. By a LANDSLIDE. My state will never matter, but
doubly so when it's the state a democratic candidate is actually from.

Plus, aside from their lyrics, Green Day's music had just gone
downhill. Green Day is SHITTY EMO nowadays, and no one even
acknowledges it. They went straight from pop punk to emo, only
they're respected because their emo is about politics. You know what,
Billy Joe? You can suck Max Bemis' dick, he doesn't pretend to be what
he isn't and actually makes GOOD emo instead of BAD emo. Hell, you
can even suck the dude from Fall Out Boy's dick, he at least KNOWS
he's a whiney-ass girl.