I'm Gonna Jump
man fuck.... I never sleep. I just lied on the goddamn couch for a good two hours trying to fall asleep. My nerves just won't let me. I can't tell if it's because I'm anxious about the show tonight or if it's still the festivities from last night. It's fucking annoying whatever it is. I've been up for 28 hours and I'm not tired. My body wants to sleep, but my heart & my brain don't want to quit. I can't stop thinking about everything ever and my heart is going gerbil speed. Maybe I'm dying. What a fucking exit. Me, laid out on a keyboard. I'm not even making sense right now. I just need to write shit down right now. What's this form called? I'm not certain. Stream of consciousness maybe? Where I'm just writing exactly what comes into my head. I don't know and it doesn't matter.
Last night was fucking weird. I got to whitewater around 1130. It was way too fucking packed. I'm starting to hate Tuesdays there. It's ridiculous to have to walk sideways the entire time. I don't know what the name of the band was that was playing. Mark's band. So Leah was there. That was nice, we don't get to hang out often. Kelso was there too. Though I really didn't get a chance to talk to either of them for very long. I went to the bar and started getting tequila shots handed to me. Fucking Tequila, man.... I still didn't get very drunk though. The plan was to get wasted and the fuck with the band. I Just got buzzed enough that I was walking around aimlessly for a while. Then Holli & I left at around 1230 to make flyers at kinkos. By the time we got back, my drinking partner had left. Probably a good thing really. Then some guy ("wow!") from Go Fast invited me into his van, and apparently this means one of two things, so I grabbed drew to find out what it was. It was what any "real" southern rock guy would do in a big van (no, nothing sexual). So I was completely out of my mind after that encounter. Holli, Drew, Fred, Jay & I all went back to Holli's and sang Violent Femmes at the top of our lungs.... the entire first album. It was a bonding moment. I know none of this really seems weird, but I'm leaving certain parts out for protection of other parties involved.
And now I'm just killing time until 9 tonight. I have to pick up drew from school, drive to alexander, then drive BACK to LR. I'm not going to be in the best of moods by the time I've accomplished all of this. Not to mention we haven't practiced in weeks. Shows have been our practice. Granted I thought we kicked ass last time, it's still a little unnerving. We have new songs we need to work on too, so hopefully a practice can be set up soon.
I hope my amp comes today, or else I wasted $60 on 2-day shipping.
All meth heads smell the same. And it's not a chemical smell. It's like they all go out cologne shopping together. I swear. Next time you meet a meth head or two.... smell them.
I wish I could write a song instead of this bullshit. Seems my muse is forreal.
Last night was fucking weird. I got to whitewater around 1130. It was way too fucking packed. I'm starting to hate Tuesdays there. It's ridiculous to have to walk sideways the entire time. I don't know what the name of the band was that was playing. Mark's band. So Leah was there. That was nice, we don't get to hang out often. Kelso was there too. Though I really didn't get a chance to talk to either of them for very long. I went to the bar and started getting tequila shots handed to me. Fucking Tequila, man.... I still didn't get very drunk though. The plan was to get wasted and the fuck with the band. I Just got buzzed enough that I was walking around aimlessly for a while. Then Holli & I left at around 1230 to make flyers at kinkos. By the time we got back, my drinking partner had left. Probably a good thing really. Then some guy ("wow!") from Go Fast invited me into his van, and apparently this means one of two things, so I grabbed drew to find out what it was. It was what any "real" southern rock guy would do in a big van (no, nothing sexual). So I was completely out of my mind after that encounter. Holli, Drew, Fred, Jay & I all went back to Holli's and sang Violent Femmes at the top of our lungs.... the entire first album. It was a bonding moment. I know none of this really seems weird, but I'm leaving certain parts out for protection of other parties involved.
And now I'm just killing time until 9 tonight. I have to pick up drew from school, drive to alexander, then drive BACK to LR. I'm not going to be in the best of moods by the time I've accomplished all of this. Not to mention we haven't practiced in weeks. Shows have been our practice. Granted I thought we kicked ass last time, it's still a little unnerving. We have new songs we need to work on too, so hopefully a practice can be set up soon.
I hope my amp comes today, or else I wasted $60 on 2-day shipping.
All meth heads smell the same. And it's not a chemical smell. It's like they all go out cologne shopping together. I swear. Next time you meet a meth head or two.... smell them.
I wish I could write a song instead of this bullshit. Seems my muse is forreal.