V.I.P. Lounge: It's invitation only!
Saturday, August 28, 2004
I would like to apologise for my last post's comments about the goth-punks. I was just angry at my cousin and I said things that I didn't really mean. I do respect them for stressing their point, and I agree that it is just eyeliner, however I still don't want my cousin involved. They argue that they are just being individuals, and that is so, until they start drawing on the faces of naive freshman and getting angry when people look at them, in which case it becomes creepy. That said, I am moving on with my life. So....I went and saw the new Exorcist last night, and it was TERRIBLE! Adam, of course, loved it. I thought it was cheesy. And they added this whole chunk of story line involving the Holocaust that was just totally irrelevant and there would have been way better ways that were more coherent to the story line that would express the same exact point. It was a tacky gore fest and it doesn't hold a candle to the original.
Big Mak - 12:38 PM
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Has it occured to you yet that the world would be so much better if everyone just minded their onw goddamned busisness? It just pisses me off. That was the major topic of today. I left first hour to find that my naive cousin had some sort or tear drop looking thing on her eye. I was liek a sad imitation of Good Charlotte, if I do say so myself. Adam and I promptly tell her that she looks like a damn fool and she needs to wash it off. As usual, she takes my advice with a grain of salt. Oh, well, it's my problem. Not anyone else's. Later on, I see her again. Again, I command her to wash it off, her best friend (who was not drawn upon) laughed in agreement. She then tells me that this girl that I happen to despise and her chronies bitched her out for it. That pisses me off. She's my cousin and when I say she looks like an idiot, that's ok, but it's nobody else's fucking place to do so. She and her friend (a very sweet girl that I adore) scurry off to lunch missing the scene that is now unfolding. The despised one and her counterparts are now engaged in a screaming match with the retarded, gothic svengalli that started this whole shinanigan and his gothic cult of followers. Though he's always been nice to me, he rubs me the wrong way and know I have decided that I think that he should be quarenteened just so I can keep him and his scary little girlfriend away from my cousin. I swear to god she looks like she's been dead for a month, but I think that is the look she is going for. Let her do it. This doesn't bother me, if these people make themselves feel superior by fighting over whether drawing on your face with a sharpie is cooler than wearing ill-fitting clothing and binge drinking, I don't care, but just leave my cousin out of it for Christ's sake. She's still a child in this world of very adult things, like facial artwork, for instance.
Big Mak - 4:26 PM
Sunday, August 22, 2004
It has been a mighty weekend, yes, indeed. Yesterday, Jennifer and I saw Garden State, possibly the most profound piece of cinema that has graced my mind, ever. Needless to say, I loved it, it was worth many praises. Last night was the annual event that is Lisa's birthday party. There was cake, there was ice cream, there was 'Capture-The-Flag', and there was the post-'Capture-The-Flag' bitterness and name calling. I do love traditions. I learned that one of my beloved co-workers had their car keyed to shit yesterday as well. That is always pleasant. Today, Cindy drug Kelsie, Vaughn and I kicking and screaming to the semi-annual Milam family reunion. Oh, it was torture. The singing cowboy was there, the paraplegic Vietnam vet that beat his girlfriend but has know found God was there, the guy that told me that I was "cuter than my mom, but not to tell her that" was there and the guy that came into Papa John's stoned last Thursday night, well, he was there too. But my grandpa wasn't there because he died, so, to me, the point in going is no more because it is just sad to go there without him. He always prayed before the meal. So after the food was all brought, it all just sat there and no one went to get it because no one said the prayer yet. We were all so lost. Finally, the singing cowboy caught on and gave some short rendition of what I think might have been a prayer, and we went to the buffet table. There obviously was a lack of communication. All the women pulled back the tupperware lids to reveal upwards of 6 plates of fried chicken, and a few deserts. Nothing else, well ok, maybe one of those retarded salad concoctions, but that was it. Yipee. I did convince Kelsie to audition for the fall musical with me. That was the only good that came out of the reunion, well, that, and this blog entry.
Big Mak - 6:31 PM
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Well...school rebegan to uneventfullness. The same people look the same, dress the same and are the same, but it's not like ti matters because I didn't like most of them the way that they were. But it does offer up oppurtunity to hang out with people that you don't normally get to. Adam and Cleaver (?) are off spending their weekends in drunken leisure up at Indy Bash, so Jennifer and I opted to spend my first Friday night of incarceration with Sarah and co. in her mom's mini van. We had so much fun. Never has me screaming "I want to feel your mother's hips!" at strangers opened to so much fanfare. I also got to enjoy the new ETH cd with them...a luxury that I don't get to expierience often...we even drove passed their house to harrass them, but it served us more good than them. My favorite line is, "People can't believe it's underground, it's edge of the hood. Where we smoke weed and hold our ground, it'e edge of the hood." You can't rhyme "ground" with "ground," it's the same word! I also enjoy "Pimps Up, 'Ho's Down" simply becasue it mentions by name every skank in Clinton, or C-Town, as it is called. "I got muhfuckin 'hos in da studio, muhfuckin 'hos at the carwash, muhfucking 'hos at the shelter...." Where is this said "shelter"? Is it the crappy red house on 6th andVine? Isn't that also "the studio"? From Fairview to the projects of C-Town.... ah the mysteries of ETH. And the whole fact that they sell this cd at school....what? I had forgotten the glory of hanging out with different people than the group that you normally hang with. In other news, I am not sure what's happened, but my bladder is having a personallity crisis. I don't know who it is, or what it's done with my bladder, but this is not mine. Since last night at ten o'clock, I have seriously peed about 5-6 times. Normally, I'd have peed once, maybe twice if I'd had a few bottles of water. This sucks. I always liked never needing to pee. It set me apart from all other women, pee-ers that they are. What if it never goes back? I'd die. If you see it, it answers to the name of Maude, there is a five dollar reward for it's safe return in a timely manner.
Big Mak - 12:41 PM
Thursday, July 29, 2004
I stole this survey from that knitwit girlfriend of that douchebag Travis kid's diary because I do so love a good survey... [ music ]: I like vintage 70's rock, funky 80's pop and alternatvie 90's rock [ name ]: Makenzi Lynn Brock [ nicknames ]: Mak, Kenzi, Big Mak, The Notorious M-A-K, Corey Feldman [ screen name ] : I3etteDavisEyes, BiGGerMak, Punkybrew27, ArdenBebe27 [ birthday ]: Semptember 8th, 1987 [ born in ]: Clinton, IN [ age ]: I am on the edge of 17, just like the white winged dove [ astrological sign ]: virgo [ location ]: Clinton, bown and raised [ eye color ]:one blue the other green [ height ]: I think I am a bit taller than 5"8 [ siblings ]: zero, fuck McDonalds... I'm loving it!! [ pets ]: none that I own but many that I love...Sissy, Keisha, Odie and T.J. [ in the morning i'm]: delerious and angry [ all i need is ]: tacos and sleep [ love is ]: the root of every song, pop or not [ if i could see one person right now it would be ]: Dave Thomas R.I.P. [ i dream about ]: nude midgets HAVE YOU EVER? [ pictured your crush naked? ]: not just them but also your mom [ actually seen your crush naked? ]:the more important question here is, have you? [been in love? ]: been in out, out of it, near it and far away from it [ said i love you and meant it? ]: guilty [ cried when someone died? ]: Honey, I even cry when fictional characters die [lied? ]:I never lie but I do sometimes color the story [ kicked someone in the nuts? ]: that is my main line of defense [ stolen anything? ]: Nothing that is cool enough to count [ smoked? ] : never again [ done drugs? ]: never [ drank? ]: geez mom [ cheated on someone? ]: it depends on who you talk to [ fallen for your best guy friend? ]: along time ago [ made out with just a friend? ]: no comment [ been rejected? ]:There are actually people out thre that haven't been rejected? [ rejected someone? ]: just bus loads of male suitors are kncoking down my doors [been in lust? ]: I never understood what the fuck that really was...it reminds me of being in heat [ used someone? ]: Anyone that says that they haven't is a big fat sucky liar [ been used? ]: I am an exploited teenage runaway [ been cheated on? ]: still depends on who you talk to [ been kissed? ]: ...still waiting on that one... [ done something you regret? ]: Sometimes I wish that I wouldn't have fucked that donkey but at the time he looked really cute... FAVORITE [ food? ]: goddamned Taco Casita! It gets me every time [ fruit? ]: apricots and peaches (same basic concept) [ candy? ]: DOTS and any thing fruit flavored pretty much [ color? ]: pink so bright it hurts your eyes [ numbers? ]: 27 [ animal? ]: flesh eating vultures and cuddly little puppies [ drink? ]: a martini [ soda? ]: Sprite if you are gonna hold a gun to my head [ book? ]: The Virgin Sucicides and Invisible Monsters [ room? ]: mine DO YOU? [ habla espanol? ]: Si [ color your hair? ]: hells yeah [ write in cursive or print? ]: whichever I write when I pick up the pen [sleep with stuffed animals? ]: Do I look like that much of a bitch? [ like cleaning? ]: Yes! I love to sweep and I don't know why...it's really really sick. [ have a tattoo? ]: don't even want one [ have any piercings? ]: my mom almost re-pierced my ears last night with ice, a needle and an apple but we decided against it so currently no [ cheat on test/homework? ] : well I am not a fucking saint [ drink/smoke? ]: not habitually [ swear a lot? ]: Not a whole fucking lot, just wheneve I fucking feel like it, fuck! [ like watching sunrises or sunset? ]: I'd like to think that I have more of a life then that [ believe in God? ]: gotta believe in something [ pray? ]: yes'm [ go to church? ]: I am not that extreme [ believe in witches? ]: Beleive in them? Shit, I know a ton of them...oh, that's bitches... [ have secrets? ]: If you don't, your life must really suck [ have a best friend(s)? ]: I have five [ like your own handwriting? ]: when it doesn't suck ARE YOU? [ obsessive? ]: I define the word [ able to live without the computer? ]: If you honestly cant, you are a pathetic s.o.b. [bored? ]: No...these surveys are the light of my life [ happy? ]: Itry to be [ missing someone? ]: I aint missi'n you at all (miss'n you) [ confused? ]: this survey is pretty cut and dry [ tired? ]: all the time [ mad? ]: still mad that canceled Seinfeild [ sleepy? ]: slightly
Big Mak - 1:20 AM
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Yesterday, Cindy bought a car. Vaughn bought alot of anger. Things have gone from generally unpleasant around here to down right shitty. It's truly comedy. Yes, I was enjoying the humor that comes from someone else's anger. Until today... I was pouring water in my mom's bathtub upstairs because it is significantly cooler than mine, and I was about to undress when I looked out the window and saw a fat bastard bulldozing my back yard to my dismay. I call Cindy to ask what this abomination was all about, for she is the one that planted the seed of the idea of bathing in there, and she says "Oh yeah, I forgot that the guys were going to be working out there today." Thanks, Cind. Thanks alot. Never have I wanted to take another human being's life so much. I could chop him up and feed him to Miss Bobbie. Now this fat bastard is out there talking on his cell phone. I know we aren't paying his fat ass to do that. You are here to bull doze and that is what you will do you dirty mother fucker. Bull doze away. I need a bath, I am Christina Aguilara dirrty with two r's. I hate you, man on bull dozer.
Big Mak - 2:52 PM
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Well isn't this just nifty? I can type in color, whoa, the technological advances that we make... I have had a pretty strange week, as I tend to do in the safari that is my life...ok, well it's been an I Love The Ninities week, I watch that at every free moment, it is the greatest idea mankind has had yet. The big black out happened Tuesday, and I missed the premiere of I Love 1992 & 93, so I stayed awake until 2am to watch the tailend of '93. That is devotion...and I also can't sleep without the TV in the background. Thursday my mom forced me to go to the big sale at Sear's with her against my will. I have never seen so many middle aged, middled class women freak out about something, My mom bought four shirts for under eight dollars. The sisters were the best part, calling each other up, "Girl, you gotta get down herre, there this big sale at the Sears. Oh girl you just gotta come ..." Following that, we found fake champaigne at Big Lots, so I bought a bucket of fried chicken at KFC and we had us a party. Aimee's stalker sent her flowers for now apparant reason, so she gave them to my mom and we returned one single cash and carry carnation with a note that read "The End" and J. Ro and I ran in cognito (me all in black with panty hose on my head and her in my fuzzy purple parka, a hat and sunglasses, at night, adn both of us in high heals, of course) and we put our gift on his windshield then I prank called him, after much ado about gathering change, from a pay phone and delivered the line 'This isn't fucking Candyland'. Later on, we stopped in a parkling lot by his house and I got out to "Get a soda" when he flies out of his truck like a bat out of hell, so we all get down on the floor board of Stewart's Honda Civic. Car chase. Sadly, it went no where though, and that was the excitement of that night. Last night, me and Stew went and saw I, Robot. What the fuck? Why was that even a movie? It started off stupid, and just got stupider. At one point I said out loud, "Oh my god, this is terrible." I also yelled out "...Because I'm the Fresh Prince of Bel-AIr, bitch!". The only good part of this movie, and I mean the only good part is the fact that the main character's name is, now get ready for this, his name is Spooner. Like, Spooner and Spoonee. The politics of spooning. Why would you name the main character Spooner? Wel, I guess if the moive was about cuddling, but who woulc go and watch that? But who really wants to watch I, Robot anyways? Don't waste your money or time.
Big Mak - 9:53 AM
