Bobbi Olivia, a Rocket Scientist

Hey kids! I'm Bobbi. I really like smacking the shit out of some drums, eh?
Current projects TBA.
I'm just a fucking strange, spastic, genuine, goofy-ass lil' chica. Don't be scared. I'm really nice.
I drove the rhythmic bus for TOXIC TWIST, PinkSlip, The Patience Book, Blueroot, and other bands I can't remember. Currently I'm contemplating strapping on a gee-tah, singing, and writing some weird music influenced by the sleaze of early glam, songwriting prowess of the powerpop greats, and musicianship of the jazz-pop movement.
Or is it pop-jazz?
Anyhow.
Looking for drummers, lead guitarists, firebreathers, background singers, dwarves, strippers, and anyone else who wants to join in on the fun.
Playing music's fun! Golly fucking gee!! :-D
In my "other life", I recently graduated with my Master's (naah...I can't believe it, either) in Counseling & Guidance and am currently working in the higher education realm. I know you won't understand why. I love the atmosphere, youthfulness and energy of the students, and sifting through the corporate b.s. on a daily basis. It's fun because I get it and you don't.
Crazy Gemini bastard.
I get a sudden onslaught of ADHD in social situations. So don't take my distractedness and retardedness personally. :) People often think I'm aloof or whatever, but that's not the case at all. I'm generally pretty shy around new people.
I'm usually up for doing almost anything...if I'm with the people I love dearly, it doesn't matter what we do. It's always a fun experience.
I have a strange affinity for the color G R E E N, as you might be able to tell.
I'm extremely ditzy yet incredibly wise to people, emotions, puzzles, the beyond, logic, and the inner workings of the world.
But I suck at math.
I'm just really fucking weird and retarded and you probably won't "get" me, but in the end you'll probably end up loving me.
♥ I've got celestial mechanics to synchronize my stars. ♥
And I'm crazy.
I'm always one step ahead of you because I already laugh hysterically at myself.
Never take it seriously.
I'm a huge fucking Rush fanatic. One of my strange hobbies is collecting as much Rush merch as possible...I have belt buckles, pillows, incense, countless shirts, a Grace Under Pressure tat, bobbleheads, etc. Yeah. You wouldn't guess that, now, would ya?
You'd think I'd be allllllllll about like. Pretty Boy Floyd, Motley Crue and Poison.
But oh, I fucking love those bands, too. That's what it's all about. Please sift through my music list for an accurate depiction of what Bobbi Olivia's all about.
I'm not big on swing and big band but I fucking adore jazz fusion. That's weird for a girl.
A lot of things I do and like are weird for a girl, I guess.
I laugh a lot. Sometimes people think I laugh at inappropriate things, but...I'm one step ahead of you. Because you always say, "One day I'll look back on this and laugh." Laugh at it now. Realize you're a dick. All humans are dicks. We all fuck up. Get over trying to be perfect. You have the answer in your head already. Just listen to it instead of trying to fit in to what "developmental stage" you're at or "things" you're "supposed" to be doing. Just...be!
I will admit I'm pretty difficult to get to know. But once that wall is broken down, I'm one of the most genuinely nicest, funniest, awesomest (See "Ditz") and least judgemental people you'll ever meet.
Just to let you know...I'm REALLY, really, really bad with writing people back and commenting and all that jazz. I just figure you'll pick up on my telepathic powers. But I've found out that usually doesn't work. So please don't take it personally, I'll get to ya!! So...at the very least, please realize I'm not ignoring you. I enjoy all your comments and messages and think you all rock like fuck.
I always think before I speak (unless, of course, I've had a few). Usually I'm the listener - I think the world could benefit from having more genuine listeners - am I right?
I love pumping my fists and screaming along very loudly at rawk-out-with-yer-cock-out shows.
I make a lot of stupid decisions that I laugh at while they're happening.
I'm ridiculously vain.
Something tells me I've already kinda been through this whole life thing before.
I enjoy singing Steely Dan songs at karaoke wasted. On the floor.
Being around creative, smart, awesome, joyful individuals who "get it".
Those who create geniune, inspired art, music, life, and the good times.
Late night discussions over nicotine, pills, vodka and coffee.
Taking pretentious self-portraits of myself.
Running. Exercise. Strength-training. Drumming. Trying to keep myself in reasonably good shape despite all the partyin'. I'm pretty buff and could probably kick your ass. If you made me.
I'm a muscular, toned, petite lil' firecracker. I've spent countless years fretting about not being 90 pounds and "perfect" and at this point...I'm fucking over it. I've starved myself, thrown up on purpose, and cut myself on the body parts I thought weren't good enough. I've been through it all. Muscles and curves are sexx. Not skin n' bones. And in the end it doesn't really matter...HOWEVER.
Don't let that make you think it's ok to be the kind of "curvy" the Dove commercials tell you. That's going too far and telling you it's ok to look like an average, slightly overweight housewife. Ew.
It's all about balance. Everything.
Learn to not give a fuck. Everything will then fall into place and make much more sense.
Driving around aimlessly with the iPod on shuffle. Seriously, nothing makes me happier than hearing Chick Corea's "Spain" followed by some Pretty Boy Floyd. I think I have schizophrenic music genes floating around in my brain.
I'm really tired of people who constantly take their opinion as fact. I don't think you can ever really, truly be 100% sure about anything.
Cooking with a glass of wine in hand and music blaring. Black bean enchiladas are my specialty.
I'm not a total vegetarian, but I hate eating meat.
I genuinely enjoy eating tofu because I'm a weird-ass.
Walking around naked. When I was a little kid, I used to strip all my clothes off and RUN like a bat outta hell all around the house. Needless to say, not much has changed. Generally, when I come home, the clothes come OFF. I'll still run, too, if the mood strikes.
Debaucherous evenings.
Crotch/ass/boob-grabbing.
Making out. Not with you, but with special people.
It's not Autsim, it's AWE-tism!!!1onetyone!
Molestation.
Entertaining protrusions.
Sleepovers at 27 years of age.
Looking and oggling at all the crazy-ass pictures we've taken over the years. That's your history and your memories. Without that, you're nothing.
The Rainbow Bar & Grill.
The Cat Club/Starfuckers. I still adore Happenin' Harry nights.
Cheesy 80's dance clubs.
Club Vodka.
Metal Sludge Extravaganzas. R.I.P.
Strip clubs n' titties in my face. Hands slapping my ass. Curvy, tattooed, rawkin' chicas.
Mindblowing jazz gigs at Catalina Bar & Grill. That's The_Jazz!
Jack's Deli in Westlake the morning after these drunken circuses.
Getting Bloody Marys at brunch and continuing the ridiculousness.
Laying around in bed watching random-ass videos with my best friend.
R.I.P. The Glory Days of Metal Sludge
Stumbling in and around Sunset Boulevard at 2am.
Dancing at the Rainbow to Faster Pussycat and Skid Row. Yes, assholes , you *can* dance to it. And if you're cool enough to be invited to my wedding, you're gonna have to just suck it up and do it or I'll throw you out for being a bitch.
I'm incredibly sarcastic a lot of the time. My sarcasm doesn't come from a nasty place at all...but it does tend to go over most people's heads. I think I keep my face way too straight as I say something like, "I'd really, really think it'd be the coolest thing ever to make a bedazzled Lee Ritenour purse". Perhaps I should take up poker.
When it boils down to it, I'm a spazzy, goofy, silly lil' fuck. I'm a total dork. Don't let the "image" fool ya, please. That's retarded.
I'll ask you a lot of questions, not to be a nosy asshole, but because I am genuinely interested in you and what you have to say! I love learning from people.
I have learned how to laugh at myself, which is definitely a trait I look for in friends.
STOP taking yourselves so goddamn seriously. If you never take it seriously, you will never get hurt.
Oh, and this is my son George:
He's my lil' bunchkin. So much better than a "real" child! :D
I'm ridiculously excited because I'm basically planning the most obnoxious, ridiculous fucking party in the world (otherwise known as as wedding, I guess) and I'm marrying my best fucking friend. We've found *it* because we get *it* so stop bitching to me about how to find *it* because you're a stupid ass.
This is my (girl) best friend in the whole entire world:
We must've been seperated at birth (even though she's half-Philipino and I'm white as white can be). I've never met anyone who has even come close to understanding what's going on in this strange little head of mine as much as she does.
What's right for me may not be right for you. If you don't like what you see, quit keeping tabs on what I do. I couldn't give a damn if you don't like what I am. It's my life - fuck off - I'm my own fan. - Words of wisdom from the Peppermint Creeps
It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit, ain't it?
Love you all.xoxo