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I swear, these videos on Myspace with girls "waiting to talk to me" is just ridiculous. I hate, hate, hate it.
I started at Starbucks last Monday. To be completely honest, I'm pretty sure I like working at Barnes and Noble better but for the amount of time I want to work along with school and band stuff, this is the only job that'll pay enough and is flexible enough for me.
Welp. I don't get tips and my paycheck for two weeks. Praise God that I got my tax returns back and I can use that money to stay afloat. I needed to pay off more debt but... I'd rather, y'know, survive.
Just got a new pedal board and a Tonebone overdrive pedal. Sounds muy excellente.
"When we laugh indoors the blissful tones bounce off the walls..."
Everyone's upstairs either watching a movie or playing Monopoly loudly. Chianne and Scrib are downstairs tending to Scrib's ear than Chianne chopped while cutting his hair.
Last weekend I was in Estes Park, Colorado. Terrible food but I had a pretty great living situation. I was in one of the big cabins with Tony, Steele and all the band guys. I had to share a bed with Dax. Hey. I'm definitely not complaining. I feel bad though cause I snored really bad. I learned how to play Mafia and got really freaked out later on that night. I kept on thinking that if I were to kill someone, where would I actually do it. I concluded that I'd do it in a place like Estes Park on a YMCA in a cabin where hardly anyone would see or find out until way later. Thinking that kind of stuff got my imagination going and I was scared out of my mind dropping everyone off at their cabins. Didn't help that Paul was knocking on our window at buttcrack of dawn, effectively scaring the crap out of me.
Other than that, it was a great time. Climbed a lot of stuff. Decided that Estes Park for the most part hates vegetarians. Andrew was bummed out about that. On the drive home I was being really bitchy. Scrib decided to spend more than enough time in Laramie, Wyoming (which no one should EVER, EVER, EVER do) and grinded the gears in my car one too many times. No bueno. Once I got behind the wheel everything was a-ok.
I'm supposed to be getting my haircut right about now but I'm really, really tired. Work beckons tomorrow.
Look towards the skyline.
I started at Starbucks last Monday. To be completely honest, I'm pretty sure I like working at Barnes and Noble better but for the amount of time I want to work along with school and band stuff, this is the only job that'll pay enough and is flexible enough for me.
Welp. I don't get tips and my paycheck for two weeks. Praise God that I got my tax returns back and I can use that money to stay afloat. I needed to pay off more debt but... I'd rather, y'know, survive.
Just got a new pedal board and a Tonebone overdrive pedal. Sounds muy excellente.
"When we laugh indoors the blissful tones bounce off the walls..."
Everyone's upstairs either watching a movie or playing Monopoly loudly. Chianne and Scrib are downstairs tending to Scrib's ear than Chianne chopped while cutting his hair.
Last weekend I was in Estes Park, Colorado. Terrible food but I had a pretty great living situation. I was in one of the big cabins with Tony, Steele and all the band guys. I had to share a bed with Dax. Hey. I'm definitely not complaining. I feel bad though cause I snored really bad. I learned how to play Mafia and got really freaked out later on that night. I kept on thinking that if I were to kill someone, where would I actually do it. I concluded that I'd do it in a place like Estes Park on a YMCA in a cabin where hardly anyone would see or find out until way later. Thinking that kind of stuff got my imagination going and I was scared out of my mind dropping everyone off at their cabins. Didn't help that Paul was knocking on our window at buttcrack of dawn, effectively scaring the crap out of me.
Other than that, it was a great time. Climbed a lot of stuff. Decided that Estes Park for the most part hates vegetarians. Andrew was bummed out about that. On the drive home I was being really bitchy. Scrib decided to spend more than enough time in Laramie, Wyoming (which no one should EVER, EVER, EVER do) and grinded the gears in my car one too many times. No bueno. Once I got behind the wheel everything was a-ok.
I'm supposed to be getting my haircut right about now but I'm really, really tired. Work beckons tomorrow.
Look towards the skyline.