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THE COMPLETELY RANDOM FRIENDINGMEME
First, a friending meme.
Second, a real update:
Let's see. My weekend started on Friday. I worked a 9:30-3:00 shift at the theater which was a little slice of hell, and then Nuri, Courtney, the twins and I booked it out to Rhode Island for the Cobras. Got there, parked, met up with Kelly, and then made it into the venue. Started the night doing a Jager shot with Courtney and Kelly, which turned out to be like, a triple shot. Considering I had only had a bagel to eat all day, the shot made it to my head pretty damn quickly. Next I ordered a Malibu and Pineapple Juice (my favoritest drink in the entire world) which was fucking $12 for a double. After that, the night gets a little fuzzy. I remember watching SIL, and talking to Nate Flynn. After that I remember sitting out in the front room of Lupo's on a couch (except for when I was making runs to the bar or the bathroom with Courtney), talking to Kelly and a bunch of other random people. I remember making videos, and drunkenly running away from my friends to talk to Hutto. I barely remember talking to him, but I do remember all of us meeting up again for Cobras set, which I remember roughly three songs, and falling down a couple times. After the show we hung around for awhile and I introduced myself to Darwin (Eloquent I think he goes by? The guy who does the Bounce remix and was on tour with The Cab). After hanging around with Amy and Kelly, we went to IHOP to meet up with the guys from Sing it Loud. Nate and Pat came and sat at our table for a little while, and thought Courtney was hilarious because she was so far gone she was practically sleeping on the table. After they left, Ben came over to chill for a little and shared some drunk stories. That was pretty much the night, we made it home by 4AM and I got to wake up for a 10:30 shift.
Which leads to Saturday, which was the day from hell. I was so, so incredibly sick. I ended up throwing up a couple times at work, and Jeff sent me home early. He was really nice about it, which was good. I got home around 2:30 and layed up on the couch all day. I couldn't even keep water down, it was horrible, and to accompany the nausea were these horrible stomach cramps, which didn't go away until about midnight. Today is Tuesday, and it's also the first day I can hold food down without having horrible stomach pains. I don't know if I picked up a bug on top of the hangover or what, but it's been a mess. I didn't eat food for roughly four days.
Last night was the last Cobra show of the tour. We talked to Hutto and Suarez (and Nicole Buckley, but more on that later), but other than that, not much happened. The real dramarama happened after the show/the next morning. I woke up yesterday morning to a really angry myspace message from Nicole Buckley. Now, I don't know how many of you follow FBR closely enough to know who she is, but she's friends with like, every band in existence, and is friends with people like Jac Vaneck. She also occasionally models for Glamour Kills. Also, just between my flist and I, she's kind of a slut. The reason I know so much about her is because she's from my area. We graduated the same year from neighboring high schools, and we have a lot of mutual friends, both in "the scene" and out. Anyway, to make a long story short, it turned out that someone else from this area hacked my account, and posted some pretty reveling and horrible things about her in the fueled by gossip "groupie post." The fact that these things were true is beside the point. Anyway, I messaged her back and straightened everything out, and we talking on and off for most of the day and we're cool now. The fact remains that I still cannot stand the girl, but I did kind of feel bad for her.
In other, non-scene news, the semester is almost over and I couldn't be happier.
Yeah, I thought I'd have more to say than that. For now, I'm off to do some beta work for nurikins, and maybe do some writing myself.
First, a friending meme.
Second, a real update:
Let's see. My weekend started on Friday. I worked a 9:30-3:00 shift at the theater which was a little slice of hell, and then Nuri, Courtney, the twins and I booked it out to Rhode Island for the Cobras. Got there, parked, met up with Kelly, and then made it into the venue. Started the night doing a Jager shot with Courtney and Kelly, which turned out to be like, a triple shot. Considering I had only had a bagel to eat all day, the shot made it to my head pretty damn quickly. Next I ordered a Malibu and Pineapple Juice (my favoritest drink in the entire world) which was fucking $12 for a double. After that, the night gets a little fuzzy. I remember watching SIL, and talking to Nate Flynn. After that I remember sitting out in the front room of Lupo's on a couch (except for when I was making runs to the bar or the bathroom with Courtney), talking to Kelly and a bunch of other random people. I remember making videos, and drunkenly running away from my friends to talk to Hutto. I barely remember talking to him, but I do remember all of us meeting up again for Cobras set, which I remember roughly three songs, and falling down a couple times. After the show we hung around for awhile and I introduced myself to Darwin (Eloquent I think he goes by? The guy who does the Bounce remix and was on tour with The Cab). After hanging around with Amy and Kelly, we went to IHOP to meet up with the guys from Sing it Loud. Nate and Pat came and sat at our table for a little while, and thought Courtney was hilarious because she was so far gone she was practically sleeping on the table. After they left, Ben came over to chill for a little and shared some drunk stories. That was pretty much the night, we made it home by 4AM and I got to wake up for a 10:30 shift.
Which leads to Saturday, which was the day from hell. I was so, so incredibly sick. I ended up throwing up a couple times at work, and Jeff sent me home early. He was really nice about it, which was good. I got home around 2:30 and layed up on the couch all day. I couldn't even keep water down, it was horrible, and to accompany the nausea were these horrible stomach cramps, which didn't go away until about midnight. Today is Tuesday, and it's also the first day I can hold food down without having horrible stomach pains. I don't know if I picked up a bug on top of the hangover or what, but it's been a mess. I didn't eat food for roughly four days.
Last night was the last Cobra show of the tour. We talked to Hutto and Suarez (and Nicole Buckley, but more on that later), but other than that, not much happened. The real dramarama happened after the show/the next morning. I woke up yesterday morning to a really angry myspace message from Nicole Buckley. Now, I don't know how many of you follow FBR closely enough to know who she is, but she's friends with like, every band in existence, and is friends with people like Jac Vaneck. She also occasionally models for Glamour Kills. Also, just between my flist and I, she's kind of a slut. The reason I know so much about her is because she's from my area. We graduated the same year from neighboring high schools, and we have a lot of mutual friends, both in "the scene" and out. Anyway, to make a long story short, it turned out that someone else from this area hacked my account, and posted some pretty reveling and horrible things about her in the fueled by gossip "groupie post." The fact that these things were true is beside the point. Anyway, I messaged her back and straightened everything out, and we talking on and off for most of the day and we're cool now. The fact remains that I still cannot stand the girl, but I did kind of feel bad for her.
In other, non-scene news, the semester is almost over and I couldn't be happier.
Yeah, I thought I'd have more to say than that. For now, I'm off to do some beta work for nurikins, and maybe do some writing myself.