Perahelios
I feel like there is much that I need to express but none that I can specifically pinpoint to write about. And as I sit here with this straw in my orange-creamsicle shake all I can think about is "I wonder if this is what drilling for oil is like?"
Steve (A teacher at Howren) had his dog die. Apparently he was very close to the dog and he's all torn up about it. And so then Nathan told a story about his dog dieing, and then Eric did, and then some random customer did. And all I could think about the whole time was my poor Rocky dog. The guy is 11 years old and I already feel bad about his age. He sleeps alot which might be attributed to the fact that he doesn't have much else to do. But it seems to be getting harder to get him to move. I don't know whether I should let sleeping dogs lie or try to keep him moving. Very sad, when my baby cakes leaves me you will all see me crying for a very long time.
Sunday we played a a little worship for this youth group and while we were sitting up this guy we were working with to do sound check pissed me off so bad for the rest of the night. We were sound checking he comes over to me and Ryan and was like "Okay heres what we can do. Either you two can turn your volume down or you can go home." That was it. I just mentally blew a fuse. It wasn't what he said, I don't care if thinks I'm too loud. I just didn't like his attitude. I was so pissed I literally just wanted to flip up my fingers and say "F*** you" and walk out with my stuff. Except I didn't have a car with me so that wouldn't of really worked. And most of the rest of the night I was in a bad mood. So I ended up having to turn down my level on the distortion to below what my clean was. <-- stupidist thing ever. Although I slowly turned it up over time as we were playing and people were getting into it.
Protip: when I'm in a bad mood just let me be.
Steve (A teacher at Howren) had his dog die. Apparently he was very close to the dog and he's all torn up about it. And so then Nathan told a story about his dog dieing, and then Eric did, and then some random customer did. And all I could think about the whole time was my poor Rocky dog. The guy is 11 years old and I already feel bad about his age. He sleeps alot which might be attributed to the fact that he doesn't have much else to do. But it seems to be getting harder to get him to move. I don't know whether I should let sleeping dogs lie or try to keep him moving. Very sad, when my baby cakes leaves me you will all see me crying for a very long time.
Sunday we played a a little worship for this youth group and while we were sitting up this guy we were working with to do sound check pissed me off so bad for the rest of the night. We were sound checking he comes over to me and Ryan and was like "Okay heres what we can do. Either you two can turn your volume down or you can go home." That was it. I just mentally blew a fuse. It wasn't what he said, I don't care if thinks I'm too loud. I just didn't like his attitude. I was so pissed I literally just wanted to flip up my fingers and say "F*** you" and walk out with my stuff. Except I didn't have a car with me so that wouldn't of really worked. And most of the rest of the night I was in a bad mood. So I ended up having to turn down my level on the distortion to below what my clean was. <-- stupidist thing ever. Although I slowly turned it up over time as we were playing and people were getting into it.
Protip: when I'm in a bad mood just let me be.