stolen from shwoogs.
January: the new year. started off with a beer fight between zach jones, jeremy yehle... i think others? i was drunk. regardless, we were all naked except for zach; zach jones was wearing a blazer. everytime i die was playing and we were dumping beer all over each other. i swear on my life, we werent gay. good start to a decent year.
im writing with the band everyday. im working at urban outfitters everyday. im miserable everyday. the girl of my dreams lives 2 blocks away and i cant even pay her to pretend shes actually in love with me. on christmas night, she told me she fell out of love.
im poor. in between writing songs, practicing them, working and not letting go, im drinking. a lot.
February: i have no valentine. i show up to inventory at urban outfitters.. drunk from the night before. i have no desire to keep my position and i purposely miscount every pile placed in front of me. i put in my 2 weeks notice.
I met kris white. he subletted my bedroom and i moved to the couch. i was secretly hoping kristin wouldve asked me to stay with her for a while. no such luck. i dwelled on the couch until july. i smelled bad.
The band continues to write.
March: I start my new job at johnny cupcakes. ill be a retail whore until the day i die. key selling techniques just happen to run in the family... that and an unrivaled hand-eye coordination. Shooting and throwing have always been my strong suits. cops begin to investigate my apartment because allston is full of shitheads.
the band has one complete, new song. we play tsongas arena. easily one of the best feelings on earth.
April: my passion for kristin grows. my passion for music and playing shows grows. my passion for drinking excels at high velocity.
i learn quickly how fragile we are when Gordon dies. I witness a city torn apart. newbury street workers, family members, friends, bands. i develop the idea of "the island" which you should all be going to by 2012.
we spend days revelling in the fact that its warm out. grilling, lounging, smoking, drinking. i punch a lot of holes in a lot of things. most of my anger stems from kristin and life.
the band journeys to chicago to play a show case for a label we had no interest in signing with. the van breaks down on our way home and we spend a day in a town that was a mile long. smoke shops at every turn. needless to say, we werent pleased. and we didnt sign to the label.
May:my birth month. i turned 21. basically giving me a loaded gun. or a grenade. but i level out. i drink less than i did before i turned 21. i guess it was the luster of doing something illegal. meh. i go to maine a few days after my birthday. and i find that kristin has cheated on me. she blames it on our title. i have never appreciated Glassjaw more in my entire life. never trust a woman.
I meet gabby. or she meets me, rather. blacked out. drunk. miserable. sour cream all over my face. oh, that alexander charm.
at the end of this month, i move in with Ryan mercedes. i didnt quite see eye-to-eye with one of the female roommates. but it was cheap and i needed a place to live in case kristin came to visit. she moved back to maine by this point. waste of money.
June: june slid by slowly. just a lot of preparation with the band for recording and so forth. ill hangouts on the deck. Austin and i are fairly inseparable. we drank in the warm summer air almost everynight. grill and ill hang outs. so gooooood.
July: starts off with a free trip to las vegas. (its funny, i had a high school poppunk band and one of the songs opened up with "july starts off...". those were the fucking days. so yeah, the boys and i are flown to vegas to surprise brittanie for her birthday. i lose $300 and dont sleep for 3 days. i maintain a steady buzz for the entire visit. i was never drunk, but i certainly wasnt sober. i was hallucinating and it felt fucking great. we stayed at the venetian and ate at classy joints. i read "the average american male". stoked on being a male.
I end up falling back into a relationship with kristin. it feels good, at first.
August: the band records with mike poorman in providence for 2 weeks. we stay in foxboro which makes for a good middle ground between boston and providence. the van is broken. so 5 of us squeeze into my ford escort and make the 45 minute journey everyday. the studio is documented (purevolume.com/thereforeiam) with a video camera. so much fun.
i hear a story about kristin and realize i no longer trust her. we call it quits.
summer is still a blast.
September: i move! a new apartment filled with the promise of a nice home. except its just another party house. in late december, i will be miserable here.
October: working and preparing for tour! its getting colder. halloween does not feel like halloween. except for the one day melissa and i ate vegan food and watched zombie movies. or the day kris white watched the goosebumps marathon. kristin came to visit. we fight and argue. my friends are blown away with how 2 people can destroy each other over and over again.
November: we tour for basically the entire month. and have so much fun. i begin talking to gabby again, more and more. the boys and i have quite an eventful thanksgiving. townies suck.
i visit new york city (for my very first time). escorted by gabby degrazio. time of my life. id like to live there.
December: tour! christmas! the present! im happy! i have money, i have a girlfriend, i have a band and a positive attitude. i cant believe i just did this fucking thing.
i made it happen in 07.
im writing with the band everyday. im working at urban outfitters everyday. im miserable everyday. the girl of my dreams lives 2 blocks away and i cant even pay her to pretend shes actually in love with me. on christmas night, she told me she fell out of love.
im poor. in between writing songs, practicing them, working and not letting go, im drinking. a lot.
February: i have no valentine. i show up to inventory at urban outfitters.. drunk from the night before. i have no desire to keep my position and i purposely miscount every pile placed in front of me. i put in my 2 weeks notice.
I met kris white. he subletted my bedroom and i moved to the couch. i was secretly hoping kristin wouldve asked me to stay with her for a while. no such luck. i dwelled on the couch until july. i smelled bad.
The band continues to write.
March: I start my new job at johnny cupcakes. ill be a retail whore until the day i die. key selling techniques just happen to run in the family... that and an unrivaled hand-eye coordination. Shooting and throwing have always been my strong suits. cops begin to investigate my apartment because allston is full of shitheads.
the band has one complete, new song. we play tsongas arena. easily one of the best feelings on earth.
April: my passion for kristin grows. my passion for music and playing shows grows. my passion for drinking excels at high velocity.
i learn quickly how fragile we are when Gordon dies. I witness a city torn apart. newbury street workers, family members, friends, bands. i develop the idea of "the island" which you should all be going to by 2012.
we spend days revelling in the fact that its warm out. grilling, lounging, smoking, drinking. i punch a lot of holes in a lot of things. most of my anger stems from kristin and life.
the band journeys to chicago to play a show case for a label we had no interest in signing with. the van breaks down on our way home and we spend a day in a town that was a mile long. smoke shops at every turn. needless to say, we werent pleased. and we didnt sign to the label.
May:my birth month. i turned 21. basically giving me a loaded gun. or a grenade. but i level out. i drink less than i did before i turned 21. i guess it was the luster of doing something illegal. meh. i go to maine a few days after my birthday. and i find that kristin has cheated on me. she blames it on our title. i have never appreciated Glassjaw more in my entire life. never trust a woman.
I meet gabby. or she meets me, rather. blacked out. drunk. miserable. sour cream all over my face. oh, that alexander charm.
at the end of this month, i move in with Ryan mercedes. i didnt quite see eye-to-eye with one of the female roommates. but it was cheap and i needed a place to live in case kristin came to visit. she moved back to maine by this point. waste of money.
June: june slid by slowly. just a lot of preparation with the band for recording and so forth. ill hangouts on the deck. Austin and i are fairly inseparable. we drank in the warm summer air almost everynight. grill and ill hang outs. so gooooood.
July: starts off with a free trip to las vegas. (its funny, i had a high school poppunk band and one of the songs opened up with "july starts off...". those were the fucking days. so yeah, the boys and i are flown to vegas to surprise brittanie for her birthday. i lose $300 and dont sleep for 3 days. i maintain a steady buzz for the entire visit. i was never drunk, but i certainly wasnt sober. i was hallucinating and it felt fucking great. we stayed at the venetian and ate at classy joints. i read "the average american male". stoked on being a male.
I end up falling back into a relationship with kristin. it feels good, at first.
August: the band records with mike poorman in providence for 2 weeks. we stay in foxboro which makes for a good middle ground between boston and providence. the van is broken. so 5 of us squeeze into my ford escort and make the 45 minute journey everyday. the studio is documented (purevolume.com/thereforeiam) with a video camera. so much fun.
i hear a story about kristin and realize i no longer trust her. we call it quits.
summer is still a blast.
September: i move! a new apartment filled with the promise of a nice home. except its just another party house. in late december, i will be miserable here.
October: working and preparing for tour! its getting colder. halloween does not feel like halloween. except for the one day melissa and i ate vegan food and watched zombie movies. or the day kris white watched the goosebumps marathon. kristin came to visit. we fight and argue. my friends are blown away with how 2 people can destroy each other over and over again.
November: we tour for basically the entire month. and have so much fun. i begin talking to gabby again, more and more. the boys and i have quite an eventful thanksgiving. townies suck.
i visit new york city (for my very first time). escorted by gabby degrazio. time of my life. id like to live there.
December: tour! christmas! the present! im happy! i have money, i have a girlfriend, i have a band and a positive attitude. i cant believe i just did this fucking thing.
i made it happen in 07.