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Good morning world.
I have recently decided to abandon my high-minded art historical thesis project in favor of creating a theatrical masterpiece entitled More Miserables, a musical loosely-based on my shady and overly dramatic life of late, featuring a lot of smoking menthols and crying, sometimes simultaneously, and perhaps including a brief and heartwrenching interlude about my sorry GI-tract. I am casting Josh Hartnett as myself...or is it Eddie Furlong? I have yet to cast the other starring roles.
Went out to the local snobby beer house (where the jerkwad owner informed me he's now sampled over 2,000 beers, which sounds mildly like some collegiate, big-boned male fantasy come true) with my old friend Emily which was sooo sooo nice. Due to the dramatic and hectic nature of my life lately, I have found it difficult to see certain friends unfortunately caught in the fray. As part of my Campaign to Socialize More 2003, I called her up and we went out to catch up over gross (and cheap) beer specials...well, it was actually a barley wine, if you want to get technical.... I had one of those hits-you-fast buzzes, when everything is truly euphoric and you truly love your friends, which was exactly what I needed. We rocked out to Led Zeppelin IV and praised the virtues of rock. We talked about things that weren't about her best friend's new boyfriend. We bought some cigarettes.
More drama ensued later that night, but only of the sporting variety, the kind that's somewhat pleasant and tugs at you in this slightly thrilling way. The kind of tension that's difficult to sustain and could easily sour in 30 seconds. Luckily it didn't end up that way so much, and I just went to bed putting thoughts out of my head until the morning.
Now I'm packing my shit to go home, going to my shrink giant bags in tow, and going North. Eeek.
Psyched I am getting back into music again, I should have some new shit arriving when I come back here Monday.
I have recently decided to abandon my high-minded art historical thesis project in favor of creating a theatrical masterpiece entitled More Miserables, a musical loosely-based on my shady and overly dramatic life of late, featuring a lot of smoking menthols and crying, sometimes simultaneously, and perhaps including a brief and heartwrenching interlude about my sorry GI-tract. I am casting Josh Hartnett as myself...or is it Eddie Furlong? I have yet to cast the other starring roles.
Went out to the local snobby beer house (where the jerkwad owner informed me he's now sampled over 2,000 beers, which sounds mildly like some collegiate, big-boned male fantasy come true) with my old friend Emily which was sooo sooo nice. Due to the dramatic and hectic nature of my life lately, I have found it difficult to see certain friends unfortunately caught in the fray. As part of my Campaign to Socialize More 2003, I called her up and we went out to catch up over gross (and cheap) beer specials...well, it was actually a barley wine, if you want to get technical.... I had one of those hits-you-fast buzzes, when everything is truly euphoric and you truly love your friends, which was exactly what I needed. We rocked out to Led Zeppelin IV and praised the virtues of rock. We talked about things that weren't about her best friend's new boyfriend. We bought some cigarettes.
More drama ensued later that night, but only of the sporting variety, the kind that's somewhat pleasant and tugs at you in this slightly thrilling way. The kind of tension that's difficult to sustain and could easily sour in 30 seconds. Luckily it didn't end up that way so much, and I just went to bed putting thoughts out of my head until the morning.
Now I'm packing my shit to go home, going to my shrink giant bags in tow, and going North. Eeek.
Psyched I am getting back into music again, I should have some new shit arriving when I come back here Monday.