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We've got a show the 20th. I am sooooo looking forward to getting onstage and getting all sorts of pent up agression out. It's oh so very healthy, you know? We got a video up on the myspace, im not in that one, but we're gonna do another one and put it up.
Dont continue reading if you dont wanna hear me bitch.
Managed to keep from getting really, really pissed off at something, which was nice. I was already extremely irritable (but being optimistic) from a shitty day - after i was gotten up at 9 (after going to sleep at around 5), told to get ready to go with my mom to livingston, and then told to stay home out of nowhere. I argued with her, but i was basically was ordered to stay home. Makes alot of sense from the woman who complains that i never spend any time around her. My dad got home and then bitched at me for not going and claimed i should be 'more proactive' in such things, as if arguing with her was just standard stuff and i should get in fistfights with her for the privilege of sitting in a car and listening to her make me feel guilty with her 'barbs'. After listening to him bitch, i spent all day taking down old tiles and 50 year old insulation (ie asbestos. 28 city trash bags total of tiles and insulation.) then got to deal with band crap, the date for the show getting moved from the 27th to the 20th, eric and james both playing phone tag with me trying to set up a practice without Collen (he had floor tickets to the rockets game, the bastard.) so we could work on some more stuff, getting to go to casa ole despite having already eaten and have wonderful barbs thrown at me there and bitched at for trying to end the game of phone tag. (which didnt finally conclude until half an hour after we got home, since at that point, we would have had to leave corey's house by the time me and eric got there.) Let's not forget that I woke up with my head hurting even worse than it had the previous days, to the point of blurring my vision, and at one point, had a nose bleed that literally had chunks of flesh along with it. I tried to make sure it was flesh and not coagulated blood, though, and sure enough, it was. No such luck for me there. it stopped pretty quick though, only a few minutes. the muscle pains are the things getting to me worst, though - i coughed earlier and it felt like someone stabbed me in the back of the neck. Not simple soreness, more sharp pains, like cuts or the like. Didnt tell anyone about my day, though, i reserved that for here. Trying to lay off telling people this kinda stuff, i figure if they wanna talk about it, they'll ask, or they'll read this and comment or talk to me directly about it. Otherwise, not gonna bother a soul by ranting about it here. mm. mars volta. always makes me feel a little better to hear flea groove with it.
Dont continue reading if you dont wanna hear me bitch.
Managed to keep from getting really, really pissed off at something, which was nice. I was already extremely irritable (but being optimistic) from a shitty day - after i was gotten up at 9 (after going to sleep at around 5), told to get ready to go with my mom to livingston, and then told to stay home out of nowhere. I argued with her, but i was basically was ordered to stay home. Makes alot of sense from the woman who complains that i never spend any time around her. My dad got home and then bitched at me for not going and claimed i should be 'more proactive' in such things, as if arguing with her was just standard stuff and i should get in fistfights with her for the privilege of sitting in a car and listening to her make me feel guilty with her 'barbs'. After listening to him bitch, i spent all day taking down old tiles and 50 year old insulation (ie asbestos. 28 city trash bags total of tiles and insulation.) then got to deal with band crap, the date for the show getting moved from the 27th to the 20th, eric and james both playing phone tag with me trying to set up a practice without Collen (he had floor tickets to the rockets game, the bastard.) so we could work on some more stuff, getting to go to casa ole despite having already eaten and have wonderful barbs thrown at me there and bitched at for trying to end the game of phone tag. (which didnt finally conclude until half an hour after we got home, since at that point, we would have had to leave corey's house by the time me and eric got there.) Let's not forget that I woke up with my head hurting even worse than it had the previous days, to the point of blurring my vision, and at one point, had a nose bleed that literally had chunks of flesh along with it. I tried to make sure it was flesh and not coagulated blood, though, and sure enough, it was. No such luck for me there. it stopped pretty quick though, only a few minutes. the muscle pains are the things getting to me worst, though - i coughed earlier and it felt like someone stabbed me in the back of the neck. Not simple soreness, more sharp pains, like cuts or the like. Didnt tell anyone about my day, though, i reserved that for here. Trying to lay off telling people this kinda stuff, i figure if they wanna talk about it, they'll ask, or they'll read this and comment or talk to me directly about it. Otherwise, not gonna bother a soul by ranting about it here. mm. mars volta. always makes me feel a little better to hear flea groove with it.