Kurt Russell
So here's an update from the great north. Finals should be killing me, and they will be, but I've been drinking too much for that to really catch up yet. The punk band I'm in, Rektal Mukus, is playing our [supposedly] last show ever in 4 and a half hours, which is really depressing for me. At least we cut an album on Friday, which took all of an hour to do. You guys will be getting some rough songs soon enough. I'm moving out of my current apartment in Northampton into my new apartment in Northampton in June. Should be interesting - I'm moving in with two of my really close friends, and I have a job for the summer with one of them. I don't think I'll be sober much, but that really wont change anything. I dropped $72 on a cable the other day, so that when I press the spacebar on my laptop, my gameboy will start playing in time with everything else. Only problem is, I keep losing the bids for talent on eBay. le sigh. Oh, I saw Spider-Man 3 last night. I'm sorry Adam, but my brain still feels like mush. At least Topher Grace didn't suck at all, and Venom, for the 15 seconds he was in the movie, was incredible. Still, Tobey Maguire is a huge geek who's emotions are controlled by alien/spider hormones, and Kirsten Dunst is, well, a dunce and I hate her. So why spend 8 hours developing characters that are teh sux0rz? So I can cheer when 'My Chemical Romance' Maguire knocks Dunst to the fucking floor? (HA!) Again, sorry Adam, but I was wicked pumped for this one, and my brain still feels flat the next morning. So, um, I'm going to go smoke a stoge and try to get something done before my day ends. See you this summer - advance tickets on sale now!