life goes off
today is technically tuesday. which means its 2 weeks since my girl called a 2 week break. Of course its 12:46, so its only really tuesday on a technicality. and 2 weeks may not be an exact number. But it's still feeling like crunch time. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but we'll see. I've been feeling good lately but i'd be lying if i said i didnt miss her terribly.
I've had a wonderful weekend. Last night was the fbi party and it was super fun until i got kicked out by a really agitated looking security guard. I stood there nodding in the queue to the main room (muscles was playing) and he just grabbed me, i asked what i was doing wrong, and i found myself in an armlock followed by out on the footpath. Booya.
The look of sheer aggression on this cocksize-compensating asshole was something i really dont see too often. Sucks when the people there to stop trouble start causing it, eh?
But its okay because we all ended up at kurt's playing guitar hero.
Oh and im not exaggerating my story. I even asked some of my more sober friends later on. Even people i only half knew who were nearby.
It was a really fun night. There's some fun stuff coming up this week too, hopefully the possible drama doesnt overshadow it. I'm keeping pretty positive about life in general.
Right now i'm totally idolising Jim O'Rourke. I picked up the first Loose Fur album, and its amazing, better than any Wilco records. And i've rediscovered his record Insignificance. AWESOME.
One last note, i wrote my first review for fasterlouder today. Because y'know, its good to get the creative juices flowing. Practise makes a non-shit writer, yeah?
The first paragraph is fucked and my edit to it has to be approved, but other than that, anyone care to comment?
I've had a wonderful weekend. Last night was the fbi party and it was super fun until i got kicked out by a really agitated looking security guard. I stood there nodding in the queue to the main room (muscles was playing) and he just grabbed me, i asked what i was doing wrong, and i found myself in an armlock followed by out on the footpath. Booya.
The look of sheer aggression on this cocksize-compensating asshole was something i really dont see too often. Sucks when the people there to stop trouble start causing it, eh?
But its okay because we all ended up at kurt's playing guitar hero.
Oh and im not exaggerating my story. I even asked some of my more sober friends later on. Even people i only half knew who were nearby.
It was a really fun night. There's some fun stuff coming up this week too, hopefully the possible drama doesnt overshadow it. I'm keeping pretty positive about life in general.
Right now i'm totally idolising Jim O'Rourke. I picked up the first Loose Fur album, and its amazing, better than any Wilco records. And i've rediscovered his record Insignificance. AWESOME.
One last note, i wrote my first review for fasterlouder today. Because y'know, its good to get the creative juices flowing. Practise makes a non-shit writer, yeah?
The first paragraph is fucked and my edit to it has to be approved, but other than that, anyone care to comment?