I never post anymore, so celebrate.
So I'm at work, in the city, it's not important what I'm doing. I've had a headache for the past three consecutive days. I've been consistently ill ever since I stopped running way back in February. I should probably start again. I'm filling in for someone who dropped out in Footloose at St. Theresa's - that's pretty fun. I haven't called my boss at my old job (the restaurant) in three weeks, and he's probably pretty pissed at me. When I got this desk job for much better pay and better hours, I dropped that one like it was hot. (My attempt at keeping up with the times).
Uh, I started writing songs for a solo album, basically because any type of band I try to organize never stays together long enough to do anything. I'm going to try to get as many different people to play on the cd as possible being that I have so many friends who play exceptionally. I was thinking some horns and woodwinds to give some depth... I know a couple of violin players, that would be cool. For now I'm just going to play it by ear.
I'm supposed to take a walk/subway ride to 213 West 35th St. and read their electric meters, and because I don't have anything else to do I think I'll go home after that. My boss isn't here - he went to California to play hockey (he's 57 years old) and left me here to do everything that he was going to do these couple of days. But it's okay, I got here at 10, and I'm leaving around 1 and I'm getting paid for being here 9-4, so the money is good.
I keep seeing how everyone is missing people from school and everything, but I still don't. I'm not trying to be an asshole (it comes effortlessly I guess) but when I think back on high school, there really isn't anything that I would expect to be any better than what's to come in my life. I look back and say I'm going to have a much better life in my next four years than in those previous four years.
Oh, and just because Mr. Maniscalco hates Xanga and makes incessant comments about how bad it is, I'll put this in here:
Staten Island Tech blows donkey dick. And Mr. Maniscalco's mom dresses him funny.
:-) Suspend Me.
The fucked up way the world works, Wantowski will be the principal in 10 years, and Bonamo will still be the COSA going "what the fuck?"
That's my prediction. I also predicted Giacomo would win the Kentucky Derby.
"I'm a loner Dottie, a rebel."
Cheers,
Rich
Uh, I started writing songs for a solo album, basically because any type of band I try to organize never stays together long enough to do anything. I'm going to try to get as many different people to play on the cd as possible being that I have so many friends who play exceptionally. I was thinking some horns and woodwinds to give some depth... I know a couple of violin players, that would be cool. For now I'm just going to play it by ear.
I'm supposed to take a walk/subway ride to 213 West 35th St. and read their electric meters, and because I don't have anything else to do I think I'll go home after that. My boss isn't here - he went to California to play hockey (he's 57 years old) and left me here to do everything that he was going to do these couple of days. But it's okay, I got here at 10, and I'm leaving around 1 and I'm getting paid for being here 9-4, so the money is good.
I keep seeing how everyone is missing people from school and everything, but I still don't. I'm not trying to be an asshole (it comes effortlessly I guess) but when I think back on high school, there really isn't anything that I would expect to be any better than what's to come in my life. I look back and say I'm going to have a much better life in my next four years than in those previous four years.
Oh, and just because Mr. Maniscalco hates Xanga and makes incessant comments about how bad it is, I'll put this in here:
Staten Island Tech blows donkey dick. And Mr. Maniscalco's mom dresses him funny.
:-) Suspend Me.
The fucked up way the world works, Wantowski will be the principal in 10 years, and Bonamo will still be the COSA going "what the fuck?"
That's my prediction. I also predicted Giacomo would win the Kentucky Derby.
"I'm a loner Dottie, a rebel."
Cheers,
Rich