Tooled
Got back from the Tool concert and am feeling slightly overwhelmed.
The concert was great. The time after... not so great. Everybody was staying at the Holiday Inn next to the Civic Center. So everywhere were drunk college and high school persons being as loud as possible as far into the morning as they could. I have no problem with people partying, but in a HOLIDAY INN?? Hello, not EVERYONE there is from the concert. Show some consideration. The people in the room next to us (and there were at least 5 of them but it sounded like FIFTEEN) were screaming and laughing and apparently wrestling and throwing furniture. I felt like we were next door to a partyfrathouse.
I feel old. I've never identified well with my own age group. I know how to have fun, and lord knows I can be pretty damn loud, but I dont need chemicals to get there and I am not completely defined by my needs for sex, alcohol, and attention.
At least this has cured me of my chronic guilt... I just think of those crackheads at the hotel and I feel much less inconsiderate.
So yeah, no sleep. Tired. Much to do. I was going to make a flash ad for luminaery.com since the time is drawing near for its opening, but I was a dumbass and the expiration ran out on the flash design program. Boo.
Augh! Crazyness! Busybusy!
I'll sign off as he did at the concert: "Go home... sit down in front of a nice fire... write some poetry... and masturbate until you pass out."
The concert was great. The time after... not so great. Everybody was staying at the Holiday Inn next to the Civic Center. So everywhere were drunk college and high school persons being as loud as possible as far into the morning as they could. I have no problem with people partying, but in a HOLIDAY INN?? Hello, not EVERYONE there is from the concert. Show some consideration. The people in the room next to us (and there were at least 5 of them but it sounded like FIFTEEN) were screaming and laughing and apparently wrestling and throwing furniture. I felt like we were next door to a partyfrathouse.
I feel old. I've never identified well with my own age group. I know how to have fun, and lord knows I can be pretty damn loud, but I dont need chemicals to get there and I am not completely defined by my needs for sex, alcohol, and attention.
At least this has cured me of my chronic guilt... I just think of those crackheads at the hotel and I feel much less inconsiderate.
So yeah, no sleep. Tired. Much to do. I was going to make a flash ad for luminaery.com since the time is drawing near for its opening, but I was a dumbass and the expiration ran out on the flash design program. Boo.
Augh! Crazyness! Busybusy!
I'll sign off as he did at the concert: "Go home... sit down in front of a nice fire... write some poetry... and masturbate until you pass out."