more daily writing exercises.
i wonder how long these daily writing exercises must be. haha. it’s 2:00am. i just offered lingo a scrabble match. why would i do such a thing?! i’m not quite sure. ah, well. i’m in a fairly good mood - just went to these arms are snakes with alex and jenn and before that we went to eat at thaiger room and after that we went to get bubble tea and picked up some jack in the crack and then alex and jenn wanted some sub so we went to do that. ah, americans. we spread the fatness no matter where we go or are. 
these arms are snakes were pretty good. i was actually very impressed. the singer is kind of a nasty guy — he spits up his spit and then like, eats it again. and eats the microphone and spits it out again. erm, yeah. gross. he was dressed like a sailor too and is totally a good-looking guy (could be like a backstreet boy or something) but he’s just kinda crude. i don’t mind though, other than the spitting part, a little. has dancing and frenetic antics were right up my alley. and not so weird. i think i’ve evolved, though, having seen more people. i remember when i saw bearvsshark a long time ago and the singer was a bit like this guy although not as good-looking and kind of bear-like, and he was just the type who rolled around and climbed all over the rafters and stuff. and although i thought he was cool and entertaining and interesting, i thought he was weird. but now, it’s entertaining and cool and interesting, and minorly weird, but not really — not so much. i guess that’s part of growing up and seeing more things, i suppose.
so jenn villaruz has some of the craziest fucking stories. what the hell. she boggled my mind tonight. her first story was that she went on tour with rammstein for two and a half weeks because their vocalist liked her and she was 19 and they invited her along. they thought she was like 21. either way, she said they were extreme on stage but hella normal in real life, and that they watched “babe” and imitated pig voices when they were in their car and stuff. all kinda weird shit. wtfx. she said they’d have dildos parading onstage during their set and be total 100% gentlemen offstage. WTFX. and there was this one song, “engel,” where they usually had a girl on stage with them, and they didn’t this time because she couldn’t make it, and so jenn filled her spot and was in a cage, wearing this dress, and fire was around the cage. WTFX. that’s a little fucking weird.
we pried her for more stories and she revealed that she had come across a dead body in an alley behind QFC in federal way once. WTF. mind-boggling shit. she was rollerskating by and was like, “this garbage bag is blocking the road, weird.” and then she stepped back and saw that it had an elbow-type shape bulging out of it and so she opened it up a little, saw some hair that looked african-americany, and then called the cops. they came and some guy had killed his girlfriend and hacked her up. holy shit.
anyway, more later. this is my daily writing exercise for today. so much to say, but i’m sleepy.