Soft Batch of Doom
Show tonight was bitchin.
Traverse City kids push mosh. But that's ok, cause those '96 nostalgics bought a ton of merch and we now need to reorder. They proved once again that no matter how hard we try, we will NEVER have the right size in anything. =\ Oh well. I think Drew may have broken Bear's elbow in a fit of brutality and Adam K bashed some deserving girl in the face with his headstock. I bashed my index finger on my knuckle during Suzy Banyon like I always do. Pff. It was like blue and then started turning red, but I didn't break the skin. Kinda sick. Free taco bell ruled hard. Drew didn't eat. I was concerned. He's a fatty. It just isn't fair. That's what he gets for hatin on taco bell!
I work at the Winery tomorrow with Fox (not FABR Fox, MY adam fox). It's going to rule. I haven't seen him in so long, minus the time him and allie came in to my work earlier this week. Lots of catching up to do. Lots of things band related to share with him. =) He'll bore me with college talk, or probably interest me with his druken escapades and his road trip to California. I miss that kid. He's like a brother to me. Senior year we were always in the same frame of mind. Every time we'd go out to lunch I always managed to have the exact cd, or perfect cd for the mood of the day, in my pocket and we'd listen to it every time we'd go not eat for lunch and drive around chain smoking. Ahhh the good ol days. Then we lived together and that ruled. Hard.
Forget all my previous entries in which I was just whining about stupid shit. I kinda realized how pointless it is to A: even mention it on livejournal, and B: get worked up over something so... not trivial, but it's the first word that comes to mind. I don't need to be working myself up over the prospect of a relationship. It's pointless. I know the "right one" is just going to pop into my life one day, there will be no complications or strings attached, and we'll both just be comfortable. That's all I really want. To be comfortable. Who doesn't want that? Pillows are comfortable, and pillows are bitchin'!
In perfect world, though, right?
I'm still on my radiohead binge. Perhaps it's all their nonsense that helps me make sense of my nonsense. Is that possible?
Traverse City kids push mosh. But that's ok, cause those '96 nostalgics bought a ton of merch and we now need to reorder. They proved once again that no matter how hard we try, we will NEVER have the right size in anything. =\ Oh well. I think Drew may have broken Bear's elbow in a fit of brutality and Adam K bashed some deserving girl in the face with his headstock. I bashed my index finger on my knuckle during Suzy Banyon like I always do. Pff. It was like blue and then started turning red, but I didn't break the skin. Kinda sick. Free taco bell ruled hard. Drew didn't eat. I was concerned. He's a fatty. It just isn't fair. That's what he gets for hatin on taco bell!
I work at the Winery tomorrow with Fox (not FABR Fox, MY adam fox). It's going to rule. I haven't seen him in so long, minus the time him and allie came in to my work earlier this week. Lots of catching up to do. Lots of things band related to share with him. =) He'll bore me with college talk, or probably interest me with his druken escapades and his road trip to California. I miss that kid. He's like a brother to me. Senior year we were always in the same frame of mind. Every time we'd go out to lunch I always managed to have the exact cd, or perfect cd for the mood of the day, in my pocket and we'd listen to it every time we'd go not eat for lunch and drive around chain smoking. Ahhh the good ol days. Then we lived together and that ruled. Hard.
Forget all my previous entries in which I was just whining about stupid shit. I kinda realized how pointless it is to A: even mention it on livejournal, and B: get worked up over something so... not trivial, but it's the first word that comes to mind. I don't need to be working myself up over the prospect of a relationship. It's pointless. I know the "right one" is just going to pop into my life one day, there will be no complications or strings attached, and we'll both just be comfortable. That's all I really want. To be comfortable. Who doesn't want that? Pillows are comfortable, and pillows are bitchin'!
In perfect world, though, right?
I'm still on my radiohead binge. Perhaps it's all their nonsense that helps me make sense of my nonsense. Is that possible?