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so i felt like such a douchebag yesterday.
i bought the new incubus "cd," alive at red rocks. i took it into my car, immediately opened it up, and popped it into my car cd player. it said 'bad disc.' i have a 6-disc changer, so i popped it into a couple of the others, and it said the same thing. i was right in the parking lot of best buy, but i was too lazy to go inside and get a better one, so i just told myself i'd come back later. i came back a week later, told them it was a bad disc, but they didn't have anymore copies. so another week later i went to another best buy, couldn't find the album anywhere in the store. went to the return/exchanges desk and told them i got a bad disc. they kept asking me whether the dvd or the cd was bad, and i didn't get what they were talking about, so i just said the cd. after a few minutes, they called me over to the other side of the desk and showed me a computer that was flawlessly playing my disc.
i proceeded to get mad and say it didn't matter whether it played on their computer, because the only place i listen to cds is in my car, and i didn't want a disc that didn't play in my car. they asked me if maybe the player was dusty inside, and i said i'd tried it in all 6, and it didn't work in either of them. they then apologized and said they couldn't exchange a disc that they couldn't duplicate the problem on. i then angrily said FINE, then i'll take it to another store. and huffed out.
i discovered when i got in the car that i'd been trying to play the dvd disc in my cd player. i'd been confused because it was a dvd in a cd case. damn you, incubus, for making me into a fool.
i formally apologize to best buy employees who have to deal with idiots like me on what i assume is a daily basis.
on a more lighthearted note, i found this list on some girls lj userinfo and have reproduced it here, mostly for hoolia's entertainment, even though i know you've probably already seen it 100 times. i took out all the lame ones and left in the ones that relate to us.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE A HARDCORE 311 FAN IF.....
You get excited when the time is 3:11 or 8:16
You've considered Omaha as a possible vacation spot (Omaha Steakee??)
You watch for 311 license plates, addresses and phone numbers
Your answer to adversity is "fuck the naysayers" (I have actually said this)
You knew of Incubus, No Doubt, The Deftones, Hoobastank, the Black Eyed Peas, NOFX, and Korn probably before most of their "fans" did
You know who Bobby was (Bobby, you be quiet out there)
You know what the following mean: ETSD, FTBS, WGTH, BTGS, CUTM, SJRTR, WDYD, DLMD
You've told the real story behind the bands name
You know who Saint, Pat, Joan, Peter and Adam are
311 Day is a bigger holiday than your birthday
You think it's fate when your total purchase comes to $3.11 (I know for sure Hoolia has done this and called me about it)
You've practiced your SA moves in secret (hahaha)
You're both excited and sad when Nick says "there comes a point in the evening..."
You can match 'Led Zepplin', 'Sugar High', and a Lakers jersey to the right guys
You've watched ETSD & ETSD2 a billion times
You've made special mixed CD's for each of your friends in subtle attempts to convert them
You've met some of your favorite people on BB or at a show
Your favorite parts of 50 First Dates were appearances by 'Amber' and 'Rub-a-Dub'
Any car ride is a party with all of the albums (road trips to Indiana, anyone? listening to every album chronologically?)
You've attempted the 311 Milk Challenge (Matt Grevers?)
You're savvy enough to catch "mistakes" in the live shows but loyal enough to keep them to yourself
You've searched for or found The Hive (!!!!!)
You've traveled out of state to see them (oh, please. try like 9 states.)
It's been a goal to learn every lyric (feels so good, hoolia. quite the feat.)
Any of the bandmembers recognize you from a previous encounter (we wish.)
You know who's got the herb
You can shout "P-Nut, beat that thang!" with a straight face
You're goal is to conquer three hundred and eleven shows
Your life philosophy includes the ideals of unity, positivity, and "millenium niceness." You remind yourself that, "life's not a race" to "take care of yourself and someone else," and to "stay positive and love your life"
You cringe when non-hardcore 311 fans say they love "Down" or "Amber" (even though you do too)
You've been truly inspired to hear music differently or even learn to play
You love them so much it hurts sometimes
You're torn between wanting them to stay out of the mainstream and wanting everyone to like them
You know you are a hardcore 311 fan if everyone else knows you are too
example: being known as 311 Girl or 311 Boy
You keep burned copies of the albums in your car so the originals won't be damaged
You noticed the 311 poster in the movie 'Fight Club'
You cannot name a single favorite song (game! our favorite song off every album. i'm sure we've done this.)
You know who Jake and Emily are
You get mad goosebumps when hearing certain parts of songs, even though you've heard them hundreds of times
You have a cd case designated for only your 311 albums and live stuff you have found online
when you see a crappy car buy say "that's an awesome car!" only because it has a 311 sticker on it (i'm pretty sure a certain someone's car falls under this category)
You mark your calendar and stay up super late to catch them anytime they are on t.v.
You listen to your other music only because you feel bad for abandoning it.
You see someone at a random place wearing a 311 shirt, and you want to just give them a big hug. (i've never hugged them, but i've definitely talked to them.)
You say or think something negative and automatically scold yourself because you feel nick would be disappointed in you for not being positive
Everyone who knows you feels obligated to tell you they saw 311 on TV.
Someone pronounces it three-one-one and you almost puke
You do not dance, can not dance, would not dance... Unless you're at a 311 concert up in the stands because you couldn't get a floor ticket -- and you dance like your life depends on it, and don't give a f*ck what the naysayers think.
You feel sorry for those who don't know the splender that is *311*
i bought the new incubus "cd," alive at red rocks. i took it into my car, immediately opened it up, and popped it into my car cd player. it said 'bad disc.' i have a 6-disc changer, so i popped it into a couple of the others, and it said the same thing. i was right in the parking lot of best buy, but i was too lazy to go inside and get a better one, so i just told myself i'd come back later. i came back a week later, told them it was a bad disc, but they didn't have anymore copies. so another week later i went to another best buy, couldn't find the album anywhere in the store. went to the return/exchanges desk and told them i got a bad disc. they kept asking me whether the dvd or the cd was bad, and i didn't get what they were talking about, so i just said the cd. after a few minutes, they called me over to the other side of the desk and showed me a computer that was flawlessly playing my disc.
i proceeded to get mad and say it didn't matter whether it played on their computer, because the only place i listen to cds is in my car, and i didn't want a disc that didn't play in my car. they asked me if maybe the player was dusty inside, and i said i'd tried it in all 6, and it didn't work in either of them. they then apologized and said they couldn't exchange a disc that they couldn't duplicate the problem on. i then angrily said FINE, then i'll take it to another store. and huffed out.
i discovered when i got in the car that i'd been trying to play the dvd disc in my cd player. i'd been confused because it was a dvd in a cd case. damn you, incubus, for making me into a fool.
i formally apologize to best buy employees who have to deal with idiots like me on what i assume is a daily basis.
on a more lighthearted note, i found this list on some girls lj userinfo and have reproduced it here, mostly for hoolia's entertainment, even though i know you've probably already seen it 100 times. i took out all the lame ones and left in the ones that relate to us.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE A HARDCORE 311 FAN IF.....
You get excited when the time is 3:11 or 8:16
You've considered Omaha as a possible vacation spot (Omaha Steakee??)
You watch for 311 license plates, addresses and phone numbers
Your answer to adversity is "fuck the naysayers" (I have actually said this)
You knew of Incubus, No Doubt, The Deftones, Hoobastank, the Black Eyed Peas, NOFX, and Korn probably before most of their "fans" did
You know who Bobby was (Bobby, you be quiet out there)
You know what the following mean: ETSD, FTBS, WGTH, BTGS, CUTM, SJRTR, WDYD, DLMD
You've told the real story behind the bands name
You know who Saint, Pat, Joan, Peter and Adam are
311 Day is a bigger holiday than your birthday
You think it's fate when your total purchase comes to $3.11 (I know for sure Hoolia has done this and called me about it)
You've practiced your SA moves in secret (hahaha)
You're both excited and sad when Nick says "there comes a point in the evening..."
You can match 'Led Zepplin', 'Sugar High', and a Lakers jersey to the right guys
You've watched ETSD & ETSD2 a billion times
You've made special mixed CD's for each of your friends in subtle attempts to convert them
You've met some of your favorite people on BB or at a show
Your favorite parts of 50 First Dates were appearances by 'Amber' and 'Rub-a-Dub'
Any car ride is a party with all of the albums (road trips to Indiana, anyone? listening to every album chronologically?)
You've attempted the 311 Milk Challenge (Matt Grevers?)
You're savvy enough to catch "mistakes" in the live shows but loyal enough to keep them to yourself
You've searched for or found The Hive (!!!!!)
You've traveled out of state to see them (oh, please. try like 9 states.)
It's been a goal to learn every lyric (feels so good, hoolia. quite the feat.)
Any of the bandmembers recognize you from a previous encounter (we wish.)
You know who's got the herb
You can shout "P-Nut, beat that thang!" with a straight face
You're goal is to conquer three hundred and eleven shows
Your life philosophy includes the ideals of unity, positivity, and "millenium niceness." You remind yourself that, "life's not a race" to "take care of yourself and someone else," and to "stay positive and love your life"
You cringe when non-hardcore 311 fans say they love "Down" or "Amber" (even though you do too)
You've been truly inspired to hear music differently or even learn to play
You love them so much it hurts sometimes
You're torn between wanting them to stay out of the mainstream and wanting everyone to like them
You know you are a hardcore 311 fan if everyone else knows you are too
example: being known as 311 Girl or 311 Boy
You keep burned copies of the albums in your car so the originals won't be damaged
You noticed the 311 poster in the movie 'Fight Club'
You cannot name a single favorite song (game! our favorite song off every album. i'm sure we've done this.)
You know who Jake and Emily are
You get mad goosebumps when hearing certain parts of songs, even though you've heard them hundreds of times
You have a cd case designated for only your 311 albums and live stuff you have found online
when you see a crappy car buy say "that's an awesome car!" only because it has a 311 sticker on it (i'm pretty sure a certain someone's car falls under this category)
You mark your calendar and stay up super late to catch them anytime they are on t.v.
You listen to your other music only because you feel bad for abandoning it.
You see someone at a random place wearing a 311 shirt, and you want to just give them a big hug. (i've never hugged them, but i've definitely talked to them.)
You say or think something negative and automatically scold yourself because you feel nick would be disappointed in you for not being positive
Everyone who knows you feels obligated to tell you they saw 311 on TV.
Someone pronounces it three-one-one and you almost puke
You do not dance, can not dance, would not dance... Unless you're at a 311 concert up in the stands because you couldn't get a floor ticket -- and you dance like your life depends on it, and don't give a f*ck what the naysayers think.
You feel sorry for those who don't know the splender that is *311*