Yeah I know . . . .
It's been fucking forever. Lots has happened, things have changed, but I still have to vent and I want to be able to read about it later on and be all "Whoa . . . didn't that suck."
The other day I was walking home from work, listening to the ipod, when a song came on that reminded me of someone whom I'd rather not think about so I skipped to the next track. Within a split hair of a second of the next song starting, I came upon a part of the sidewalk that was a little higher and didn't notice it. My foot hit it and I fell to the ground laughing. Why was I laughing? The song I skipped to was "You Tripped At Every Step" by Elvis Costello. I'm not a doctor of the brain so I have no idea how to interpret this event but it did make me laugh and for some strange metaphysical reason I felt like I should go back and listen to the song before it. I felt great, thought of great times, and sang along all the way home.
Baltimore is full of fucking nutjobs. Of course, bigger city = bigger and more nutjobs but I think the culture shock that I am now experiencing is something that I wont ever be used to. People who stand outside my apartment window at 3am on Friday nights yelling at each other about nothing should make me really angry and upset, but it amuses the hell out of me. I played an open mic tonight and what do you know, a couple of crazies walked in. Dude screamed nonsense all during the first girl's songs. I laughed. He kept saying "Sing me a song about shoes!" So when I got on stage I said "This song's about shoes" before every song. He left. Fucker.
I look at the Rhino's myspace page all the time. It makes me really sad. I hope it's going well.
I should sleep.
It's hilarious to me to read and see all the shit that Bethy and Sarah put on this livejournal and wonder where the hell it came from. I don't understand the little anime hamster that I have on my journal that shows people what my expression would look like if I were a little cartoon hamster, but I'll be damned if I'm getting rid of it.
Ok.
The other day I was walking home from work, listening to the ipod, when a song came on that reminded me of someone whom I'd rather not think about so I skipped to the next track. Within a split hair of a second of the next song starting, I came upon a part of the sidewalk that was a little higher and didn't notice it. My foot hit it and I fell to the ground laughing. Why was I laughing? The song I skipped to was "You Tripped At Every Step" by Elvis Costello. I'm not a doctor of the brain so I have no idea how to interpret this event but it did make me laugh and for some strange metaphysical reason I felt like I should go back and listen to the song before it. I felt great, thought of great times, and sang along all the way home.
Baltimore is full of fucking nutjobs. Of course, bigger city = bigger and more nutjobs but I think the culture shock that I am now experiencing is something that I wont ever be used to. People who stand outside my apartment window at 3am on Friday nights yelling at each other about nothing should make me really angry and upset, but it amuses the hell out of me. I played an open mic tonight and what do you know, a couple of crazies walked in. Dude screamed nonsense all during the first girl's songs. I laughed. He kept saying "Sing me a song about shoes!" So when I got on stage I said "This song's about shoes" before every song. He left. Fucker.
I look at the Rhino's myspace page all the time. It makes me really sad. I hope it's going well.
I should sleep.
It's hilarious to me to read and see all the shit that Bethy and Sarah put on this livejournal and wonder where the hell it came from. I don't understand the little anime hamster that I have on my journal that shows people what my expression would look like if I were a little cartoon hamster, but I'll be damned if I'm getting rid of it.
Ok.