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i'm such a douchebag.
i call michelle and i'm like "are you coming down after work? 'cuz like, i'm not ready. at all." and she's like "yes. no exceptions." and i was like "plz" and she was like "shut the fuck up". and then i'm like "well aren't you leaving in like 10 minutes" and she's like "uh...9 - 3." and i'm like "oh, ha ha, forget i ever made this call. oops."
...oy.
then one of my favorite local bands, infinien, posts this message on notyourSpace, saying they're playing @ ZE FIRE!!! on Sat. night and I'm like, response click "I'M THERE BITCHES!" 'cuz I love their stuff on MySpace. While I'm on their page, this song comes on, and for the first time (and I've heard this song EIGHT MILLION TIMES) I'm like...I KNOW THIS GIRL'S VOICE. I actually pay attention to the band's info page, and...fucking a, the lead singer is CHRISSIE. I KNEW I RECOGNIZED HER VOICE. It's fucking BEAUTIFUL. Like, seriously. Chrissie needs to be a millionaire, a billionaire. She's so fucking talented on the piano, and her voice is just...oh, it makes me melt into a puddle on the floor, it's so smooth and beautiful. So I was like "I HAVE TO CALL HER NOW" and I call and...wake her up.
...oy.
I felt so bad. But anyway, we talked, and we're gonna hang before/after the show, and I can't wait to see her live, since I never got to see her in her other band, Trace Fury, perform live, which sucks. But I am COMING TO THIS SHOW. I wanna support her.
If I get into the music business not in a studio aspect but in a label aspect, and get in the right position, I'm gonna sign her like THAT. With the right producer...god, I could see her with, say, Flood, or Tim Simenon, or Francois Kevorkian, or Rick Rubin...dude, she could do ANY genre and succeed.
I'm gonna also see if she'd be interested in doing some vocals on Failure of the Week. If I can get her to do a song, and Brittany to do a song with me, it'd give the album a) some fresh vibes and b) some cool flavor, especially if I also have Mark do a song with me, and Addison. I want FOTW to sound like it's going all over the place. But in a good way, not a "this album is unfocused and sucks" way.
So, yes. Chrissie! I miss her terribly, I haven't seen her since Barnes and Noble after my blood clot.
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Just so you kids know - I uploaded a shitload of new pictures to my Myspace. http://www.myspace.com/patrick_b
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Humorous:
PaleCurve: She called xxxxxxx her "sort of sex"
PaleCurve: God
mishystars: LOL
PaleCurve: ER
PaleCurve: hahahaha
PaleCurve: not sex
PaleCurve: oh my god
PaleCurve: not sex, her....oh, nevermind
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So my doctor thinks I have mono.
However, I gave myself a dxd (differential diagnosis) and I do NOT have mono. There is NO POSSIBLE WAY I CAN HAVE IT. It doesn't produce symptoms until an incubation period of 4-6 weeks have passed, and that long ago, I wasn't kissing anyone, drinking from anyone's cup, having anyone cough on me, or anything. I was working and sitting in my apartment. And I don't think my mom has mono, thanks. Nor do my cats.
I would've LOVED to have been making out with someone 4-6 weeks ago.
But no. So this isn't mono. I still have to get a blood test - probably tomorrow, now, since at 4:30 that's my eye checkup/opto appointment...but it's not mononucleosis. It's just some weird disease.
It was so embarassing, though - I was meeting Paul at Barnes and Noble in the city to sit down, talk and I wanted to tell him some things that I've been planning and have had on my mind and see what he thought of them (he was happy and all for said thoughts), but in waiting for him, after I ate my pumpkin cheesecake (MMM) and green tea frappucino (COOOLLUUURRREEEE), and in reading a strategy guide for FFIX and playing Children of Mana to kill time, (BTW, CoM is one of the best DS games EVER. If you're an RPG fan, or a Mana fan, BUY IT), I all of a sudden hear "Patrick!" and I WAKE UP. Turns out I had fallen asleep with my head smashed into the strategy guide, and I was snoring. In front of like, 45 people.
...oy.
I give up.
My life is so stupidly asinine.
Okay, I'm gonna go masturbate and come out my window and see if I can hit someone.
Facial from 30 feet! OW!!!
Heheh.
Let the insanity posts BEGIN.
...right after I shower and get ready to hang out with Gateau. Puttin' on some Snoop. Blue Carpet Treatment, WHAT?
i call michelle and i'm like "are you coming down after work? 'cuz like, i'm not ready. at all." and she's like "yes. no exceptions." and i was like "plz" and she was like "shut the fuck up". and then i'm like "well aren't you leaving in like 10 minutes" and she's like "uh...9 - 3." and i'm like "oh, ha ha, forget i ever made this call. oops."
...oy.
then one of my favorite local bands, infinien, posts this message on notyourSpace, saying they're playing @ ZE FIRE!!! on Sat. night and I'm like, response click "I'M THERE BITCHES!" 'cuz I love their stuff on MySpace. While I'm on their page, this song comes on, and for the first time (and I've heard this song EIGHT MILLION TIMES) I'm like...I KNOW THIS GIRL'S VOICE. I actually pay attention to the band's info page, and...fucking a, the lead singer is CHRISSIE. I KNEW I RECOGNIZED HER VOICE. It's fucking BEAUTIFUL. Like, seriously. Chrissie needs to be a millionaire, a billionaire. She's so fucking talented on the piano, and her voice is just...oh, it makes me melt into a puddle on the floor, it's so smooth and beautiful. So I was like "I HAVE TO CALL HER NOW" and I call and...wake her up.
...oy.
I felt so bad. But anyway, we talked, and we're gonna hang before/after the show, and I can't wait to see her live, since I never got to see her in her other band, Trace Fury, perform live, which sucks. But I am COMING TO THIS SHOW. I wanna support her.
If I get into the music business not in a studio aspect but in a label aspect, and get in the right position, I'm gonna sign her like THAT. With the right producer...god, I could see her with, say, Flood, or Tim Simenon, or Francois Kevorkian, or Rick Rubin...dude, she could do ANY genre and succeed.
I'm gonna also see if she'd be interested in doing some vocals on Failure of the Week. If I can get her to do a song, and Brittany to do a song with me, it'd give the album a) some fresh vibes and b) some cool flavor, especially if I also have Mark do a song with me, and Addison. I want FOTW to sound like it's going all over the place. But in a good way, not a "this album is unfocused and sucks" way.
So, yes. Chrissie! I miss her terribly, I haven't seen her since Barnes and Noble after my blood clot.
======================================================================
Just so you kids know - I uploaded a shitload of new pictures to my Myspace. http://www.myspace.com/patrick_b
======================================================================
Humorous:
PaleCurve: She called xxxxxxx her "sort of sex"
PaleCurve: God
mishystars: LOL
PaleCurve: ER
PaleCurve: hahahaha
PaleCurve: not sex
PaleCurve: oh my god
PaleCurve: not sex, her....oh, nevermind
=======================================================================
So my doctor thinks I have mono.
However, I gave myself a dxd (differential diagnosis) and I do NOT have mono. There is NO POSSIBLE WAY I CAN HAVE IT. It doesn't produce symptoms until an incubation period of 4-6 weeks have passed, and that long ago, I wasn't kissing anyone, drinking from anyone's cup, having anyone cough on me, or anything. I was working and sitting in my apartment. And I don't think my mom has mono, thanks. Nor do my cats.
I would've LOVED to have been making out with someone 4-6 weeks ago.
But no. So this isn't mono. I still have to get a blood test - probably tomorrow, now, since at 4:30 that's my eye checkup/opto appointment...but it's not mononucleosis. It's just some weird disease.
It was so embarassing, though - I was meeting Paul at Barnes and Noble in the city to sit down, talk and I wanted to tell him some things that I've been planning and have had on my mind and see what he thought of them (he was happy and all for said thoughts), but in waiting for him, after I ate my pumpkin cheesecake (MMM) and green tea frappucino (COOOLLUUURRREEEE), and in reading a strategy guide for FFIX and playing Children of Mana to kill time, (BTW, CoM is one of the best DS games EVER. If you're an RPG fan, or a Mana fan, BUY IT), I all of a sudden hear "Patrick!" and I WAKE UP. Turns out I had fallen asleep with my head smashed into the strategy guide, and I was snoring. In front of like, 45 people.
...oy.
I give up.
My life is so stupidly asinine.
Okay, I'm gonna go masturbate and come out my window and see if I can hit someone.
Facial from 30 feet! OW!!!
Heheh.
Let the insanity posts BEGIN.
...right after I shower and get ready to hang out with Gateau. Puttin' on some Snoop. Blue Carpet Treatment, WHAT?