Oh damn, is that motherfucking Chad Brown updating his journal!?
So yeah, I had a pretty crazy weekend, so I thought I'd actually update about it. *shock* I don't really know who reads this anymore, but whatever. Tiffany used to want me to update, so now I finally am.
But yeah, I guess I'll start with Friday. Twas the day of graduation, so I had to get to Southwestern all fucking early and stand around and shit. The ceromony was so dumb. The speeches sucked, and the district board guy, or whoever the fuck he was, made up words. Not to mention the fact that it was hot as hell. I was already burnt from the practice and this just made it worse. At least it's over, I guess. After that, and the many photos with people and whatnot, I headed home. When I was leaving the ambulance showed up, so I guessed someone passed out from the heat. So then I drove home for my mom's party-thing for graduation. I wasn't much looking foward to it, because the way she made it sound, there was going to be a lot of people coming, some who I don't even know or like. No one was really here when I got home, then some of my friends showed up. We played video games and hung around for a while. Old people showed up later, and we all ate. Not as many people showed up as I imagined, so that was cool. I got so many fucking cards with so much fucking money. I'm thankful for it, but I didn't really want to get any presents or anything for graduation. It's just so stupid celebrating my mediocracy.I'm not going to complain though. I got money for clothes and music, I suppose. Joe (the old german guy) keep giving me beer, it was funny. Sure it was cheap beer, but it was still funny because you could tell Fonda was kinda pissed about it. I also drank about a liter of Mississippi Mud, so I ended up getting a little tipsy. Most everyone left, then some came back because we were going to Andy's party. So we hung around for a while, I sobered up, then we left to get drunk again, haha. So at the party I met a lot of interesting people, and I also met some people that told me stories that made me not want to ever drink again. I had a lot of those very deep drunk conversations. I hung around outside most of the time. It was all a good time. Tiffany took me home later because Saul was conversing, and I went home and slept a drunken sleep.
Saturday I woke up, took a shower, then went to Borders with my mom and my mom, haha. Maybe I should say Fonda and Bridgette. I got a lot of shit at Borders. 4 books, 4 cds, and a dvd. I need to stop getting books because I have like 7 on deck to read. So after that, I hung around the house for a while until leaving to go to the 50 on Their Heels, Power Chords, and Atoms show at the Moose Lodge in South Park. When I got there it was still pretty early. Steven was there and we hung out by my car and smoked weird cigarettes. The guy from Cat Dirt Records kept talking to me and offering us enery drinks and chicken wings. I was a bit strange, but I can't say no to energy drinks. The guy told me he recongized me from Myspace, which was one of the strangest/scaryist/pathetic things anyone has ever told me. I called up Elliott (note the two "t"s because it's not the normal Elliot, it's the other one from East County) and he said he didn't have a ride, so we went and picked him up. So when we got back Austin, Seo, and a couple other people showed up and we stood around outside making fun of people driving by and watering their lawns. The inside of the place was fucking weird. Now I've never been to a Moose Lodge before, but apparently it's where a bunch of old people hang out and eat moose burgers or something. So there was a bunch of weird shit on the walls and a fooseball table (I totally kicked Craig's ass at fooseball). Eventually the Atoms set up and started. They were having a fairly good set except mike stands kept falling and at one point Joey's mike stopped working. The venue was pretty big and had a pretty good sound. There wasn't a whole lot of people there, which was lame. The Power-Chords set up next and they had a good set. They even played a special song, some happy birthday jingle, since it was Joey's 21st birthday. A few of the shaggy-hair boys showed up. But yeah, it was a good set. Sure there wasn't no mass break-out of pogoing like last time, but then again, there wasn't as many people. Last up was the local band that I've never seen before, 50 on Their Heels. I met the bassist before the show and he was a pretty cool guy, but the band wasn't so great. There was really good bass, but the singer's voice wasn't doing it for me. They also had "samesong-anits" as Seo put it. They were alright, just not that great. They definitly not a headlining band, more of a opener. Steven left at one point and Elliott and I hung around a bit after the show, had more energy drinks and helped set up for the member breakfest the next day. We got invited to Joey's party at Branden's house (the guy from the Atoms who works at Rite-Aid) who lives right by the 7-11 on Sweetwater. Elliott and I went to my house first because when we left Joey and other people were still there. So we chilled at my place, listen to music and whatnot. Saul called and I said he should go, and he said he'd bring beer. And what better to bring to a birthday party than beer. Saul was already a bit pissed (silly lightweight), but he had to take a shower or something first. So Elliott and I swung by Jack in the Box before picking up Saul. So apparently Saul gets free beer sometimes working at 7-11, which is fucking rad. So we showed up with Sierra Nevada and Fat Tire. There was also a bunch of Sam Adams, Paps, and Tecate. People were mostly drinking Tecate, too, so that meant more good beer for me, haha. So yeah, we had much more fun drunken conversations. AT one point Jon put on an Easy E cd and it took us like half an hour to find Boys in the Hood. Jon had it end up going to his car and looking it up. It ended up being like track 2 or something, haha. After a while when most everyone left, we all chilled in Branden's room and listened to record and shit. We also hung out in the living room before we left. His mom is funny. She was making a big deal because some left a mostly full Sam Adams outside. So after a while we left, I took Saul home, then me and Elliott went to my place and just fucking passed out.
We had to wake up at like 9 to take his ass home, and I was oober fucking tired. No hang over though, ever since that party at Matt's when he made us drink a lot of water, I also have a lot of water when drinking and it works. Thanks Matt. So yeah, took him home, then went home and tried to sleep again. Sunday was also the day of the Stiff Little Fingers show in Hollywood and I debated going because I was so tired. My wanting to see them ended up outweighing being tired, so Jesse, Elliot (regular Elliot), and I ended up going. A lot more people were suppose to go, but didn't because of Fathers Day. Ha, what a joke. So yeah, the drive up there wasn't too bad, normal LA shit. We got there at like 9, and the first band was already going. It was at the House of Blues, which I now have a burning hatred towards. First off, it was pretty hard to find it, then they fucking had vallet parking. What kind of fucking club has vallet parking. Then the show ended up being $19.50 rather than $15.50. The fuckers at the door had metal detectors. They are too fucking good to pat people down, they have to fucking poke and prode us. The inside wasn't even that great. Oh yeah, and there were only 2 fucking bands playing, the Tossers and SLF. 20 dollars for two bands, fucking lame. We caught the last three songs of the Tossers and they were alright. They are one of those Celtic American bands, which I've had a bit too much of lately. But yeah, they were alright. I think Tiffany would dig them, and anyone else who likes Flogging Molly and stuff like that. SLF played next, and oh shit, they were so fucking good live. It made up for all of the bullshit. The singer talked a bit much, but it was cool. I danced and pogoed the entire fucking time. They played for like a hour and a half, and did two encores. During "Johnny Was..." something blew out and there was a big explosion noise, but they played it off rather well. So yeah, I am very fucking glad I went. The drive back, now that was a fucking challenge. We stopped at an AM PM right after we got out of LA and had some shitty food. Jesse and Elliot fell asleep most of the way back (as expected) and the only things that kept me awake were loud rock n roll music (mostly the Strokes), a nicotine habbit, and the thought of someone... So yeah, I took the boys to their places and went home and passed the fuck out.
Oh man, that was a great weekend. Monday I just sat around the house in a haze. Today I don't know what I'm doing. I wanted to go to the museums with Stephine, but of course she has to work. Fucking Reagal, I don't even work there anymore and they are still fucking me over. Oh that reminds me, I still got to pick up a check there. Yeah, that's it for now. Have a good day.
But yeah, I guess I'll start with Friday. Twas the day of graduation, so I had to get to Southwestern all fucking early and stand around and shit. The ceromony was so dumb. The speeches sucked, and the district board guy, or whoever the fuck he was, made up words. Not to mention the fact that it was hot as hell. I was already burnt from the practice and this just made it worse. At least it's over, I guess. After that, and the many photos with people and whatnot, I headed home. When I was leaving the ambulance showed up, so I guessed someone passed out from the heat. So then I drove home for my mom's party-thing for graduation. I wasn't much looking foward to it, because the way she made it sound, there was going to be a lot of people coming, some who I don't even know or like. No one was really here when I got home, then some of my friends showed up. We played video games and hung around for a while. Old people showed up later, and we all ate. Not as many people showed up as I imagined, so that was cool. I got so many fucking cards with so much fucking money. I'm thankful for it, but I didn't really want to get any presents or anything for graduation. It's just so stupid celebrating my mediocracy.I'm not going to complain though. I got money for clothes and music, I suppose. Joe (the old german guy) keep giving me beer, it was funny. Sure it was cheap beer, but it was still funny because you could tell Fonda was kinda pissed about it. I also drank about a liter of Mississippi Mud, so I ended up getting a little tipsy. Most everyone left, then some came back because we were going to Andy's party. So we hung around for a while, I sobered up, then we left to get drunk again, haha. So at the party I met a lot of interesting people, and I also met some people that told me stories that made me not want to ever drink again. I had a lot of those very deep drunk conversations. I hung around outside most of the time. It was all a good time. Tiffany took me home later because Saul was conversing, and I went home and slept a drunken sleep.
Saturday I woke up, took a shower, then went to Borders with my mom and my mom, haha. Maybe I should say Fonda and Bridgette. I got a lot of shit at Borders. 4 books, 4 cds, and a dvd. I need to stop getting books because I have like 7 on deck to read. So after that, I hung around the house for a while until leaving to go to the 50 on Their Heels, Power Chords, and Atoms show at the Moose Lodge in South Park. When I got there it was still pretty early. Steven was there and we hung out by my car and smoked weird cigarettes. The guy from Cat Dirt Records kept talking to me and offering us enery drinks and chicken wings. I was a bit strange, but I can't say no to energy drinks. The guy told me he recongized me from Myspace, which was one of the strangest/scaryist/pathetic things anyone has ever told me. I called up Elliott (note the two "t"s because it's not the normal Elliot, it's the other one from East County) and he said he didn't have a ride, so we went and picked him up. So when we got back Austin, Seo, and a couple other people showed up and we stood around outside making fun of people driving by and watering their lawns. The inside of the place was fucking weird. Now I've never been to a Moose Lodge before, but apparently it's where a bunch of old people hang out and eat moose burgers or something. So there was a bunch of weird shit on the walls and a fooseball table (I totally kicked Craig's ass at fooseball). Eventually the Atoms set up and started. They were having a fairly good set except mike stands kept falling and at one point Joey's mike stopped working. The venue was pretty big and had a pretty good sound. There wasn't a whole lot of people there, which was lame. The Power-Chords set up next and they had a good set. They even played a special song, some happy birthday jingle, since it was Joey's 21st birthday. A few of the shaggy-hair boys showed up. But yeah, it was a good set. Sure there wasn't no mass break-out of pogoing like last time, but then again, there wasn't as many people. Last up was the local band that I've never seen before, 50 on Their Heels. I met the bassist before the show and he was a pretty cool guy, but the band wasn't so great. There was really good bass, but the singer's voice wasn't doing it for me. They also had "samesong-anits" as Seo put it. They were alright, just not that great. They definitly not a headlining band, more of a opener. Steven left at one point and Elliott and I hung around a bit after the show, had more energy drinks and helped set up for the member breakfest the next day. We got invited to Joey's party at Branden's house (the guy from the Atoms who works at Rite-Aid) who lives right by the 7-11 on Sweetwater. Elliott and I went to my house first because when we left Joey and other people were still there. So we chilled at my place, listen to music and whatnot. Saul called and I said he should go, and he said he'd bring beer. And what better to bring to a birthday party than beer. Saul was already a bit pissed (silly lightweight), but he had to take a shower or something first. So Elliott and I swung by Jack in the Box before picking up Saul. So apparently Saul gets free beer sometimes working at 7-11, which is fucking rad. So we showed up with Sierra Nevada and Fat Tire. There was also a bunch of Sam Adams, Paps, and Tecate. People were mostly drinking Tecate, too, so that meant more good beer for me, haha. So yeah, we had much more fun drunken conversations. AT one point Jon put on an Easy E cd and it took us like half an hour to find Boys in the Hood. Jon had it end up going to his car and looking it up. It ended up being like track 2 or something, haha. After a while when most everyone left, we all chilled in Branden's room and listened to record and shit. We also hung out in the living room before we left. His mom is funny. She was making a big deal because some left a mostly full Sam Adams outside. So after a while we left, I took Saul home, then me and Elliott went to my place and just fucking passed out.
We had to wake up at like 9 to take his ass home, and I was oober fucking tired. No hang over though, ever since that party at Matt's when he made us drink a lot of water, I also have a lot of water when drinking and it works. Thanks Matt. So yeah, took him home, then went home and tried to sleep again. Sunday was also the day of the Stiff Little Fingers show in Hollywood and I debated going because I was so tired. My wanting to see them ended up outweighing being tired, so Jesse, Elliot (regular Elliot), and I ended up going. A lot more people were suppose to go, but didn't because of Fathers Day. Ha, what a joke. So yeah, the drive up there wasn't too bad, normal LA shit. We got there at like 9, and the first band was already going. It was at the House of Blues, which I now have a burning hatred towards. First off, it was pretty hard to find it, then they fucking had vallet parking. What kind of fucking club has vallet parking. Then the show ended up being $19.50 rather than $15.50. The fuckers at the door had metal detectors. They are too fucking good to pat people down, they have to fucking poke and prode us. The inside wasn't even that great. Oh yeah, and there were only 2 fucking bands playing, the Tossers and SLF. 20 dollars for two bands, fucking lame. We caught the last three songs of the Tossers and they were alright. They are one of those Celtic American bands, which I've had a bit too much of lately. But yeah, they were alright. I think Tiffany would dig them, and anyone else who likes Flogging Molly and stuff like that. SLF played next, and oh shit, they were so fucking good live. It made up for all of the bullshit. The singer talked a bit much, but it was cool. I danced and pogoed the entire fucking time. They played for like a hour and a half, and did two encores. During "Johnny Was..." something blew out and there was a big explosion noise, but they played it off rather well. So yeah, I am very fucking glad I went. The drive back, now that was a fucking challenge. We stopped at an AM PM right after we got out of LA and had some shitty food. Jesse and Elliot fell asleep most of the way back (as expected) and the only things that kept me awake were loud rock n roll music (mostly the Strokes), a nicotine habbit, and the thought of someone... So yeah, I took the boys to their places and went home and passed the fuck out.
Oh man, that was a great weekend. Monday I just sat around the house in a haze. Today I don't know what I'm doing. I wanted to go to the museums with Stephine, but of course she has to work. Fucking Reagal, I don't even work there anymore and they are still fucking me over. Oh that reminds me, I still got to pick up a check there. Yeah, that's it for now. Have a good day.