Okay not so mad anymore
I thought I would do a quick update here because I drank a coke at like 4 and I'm still awake as fuck 7 hours later... though I should really be sleeping.
ANNNyway.
I went to Summerfest in Milwaukee yesterday with Brian and his brother and that was really fun. I had heard that Brian's brother Dan was wierd and obnoxious, but he wasn't that bad. We had lots of fun. When we got there nobody that great was playing so we wondered around and watched some karate and pogo sticking and saw this cool guy play on one of the little stages that was really good. His name was Reynaldo Moreno... I think... anyway he was really good. Then we saw some crappy band called Damone. The big headliner people play at 10, so we couldn't really figure who we wanted to see. David Lee Roth was there (there was a bunnnnch of look-alikes in the crowd but I think they're probably always there), and some Temptations tribute band, and the Go Gos and Hank Williams Jr. We were going to go straight to the Go Gos, but Hank Jr went on stage as we were walking past and I sucked into a black hole of southern craziness and was physically sucked in. It was like mixed brain waves and I started gettin real southern and it could have been a really bad situation if the lightning didn't scare Jr away.
But it did.
So we went and saw the GoGos instead and they were really good. There was some awesome people watching and it was lots and lots of fun. Then me and Brian pet unicorns cause Brian is magic like that, and I went home and went to bed.
The living situation will work itself, methinks. I can't freak out about it because I have other things to freak out about. Like what color I get to paint my bedroom if I'm allowed to. Or if my spanish will be adequate for gettin around Espana.
Alright. That's it for now. I must get to bed. Here's why:
Tomorrow, because certain people are retarded (or at so blinded by enthusiasm that they might as well be retarded) and think that the class will all show up down at the library at U of C even it's the THIRD, the busiest day in Chicago alllll year. And they think everybody will drive. Phsssh yeah right. And then we have to stick around for some Afrocarribbean fest in Washington Park. Yeah right. I don't even want to go, but whatevvv I have to cause I'm responsible now. Ew gross. Oh well. To bed, I say!
ANNNyway.
I went to Summerfest in Milwaukee yesterday with Brian and his brother and that was really fun. I had heard that Brian's brother Dan was wierd and obnoxious, but he wasn't that bad. We had lots of fun. When we got there nobody that great was playing so we wondered around and watched some karate and pogo sticking and saw this cool guy play on one of the little stages that was really good. His name was Reynaldo Moreno... I think... anyway he was really good. Then we saw some crappy band called Damone. The big headliner people play at 10, so we couldn't really figure who we wanted to see. David Lee Roth was there (there was a bunnnnch of look-alikes in the crowd but I think they're probably always there), and some Temptations tribute band, and the Go Gos and Hank Williams Jr. We were going to go straight to the Go Gos, but Hank Jr went on stage as we were walking past and I sucked into a black hole of southern craziness and was physically sucked in. It was like mixed brain waves and I started gettin real southern and it could have been a really bad situation if the lightning didn't scare Jr away.
But it did.
So we went and saw the GoGos instead and they were really good. There was some awesome people watching and it was lots and lots of fun. Then me and Brian pet unicorns cause Brian is magic like that, and I went home and went to bed.
The living situation will work itself, methinks. I can't freak out about it because I have other things to freak out about. Like what color I get to paint my bedroom if I'm allowed to. Or if my spanish will be adequate for gettin around Espana.
Alright. That's it for now. I must get to bed. Here's why:
Tomorrow, because certain people are retarded (or at so blinded by enthusiasm that they might as well be retarded) and think that the class will all show up down at the library at U of C even it's the THIRD, the busiest day in Chicago alllll year. And they think everybody will drive. Phsssh yeah right. And then we have to stick around for some Afrocarribbean fest in Washington Park. Yeah right. I don't even want to go, but whatevvv I have to cause I'm responsible now. Ew gross. Oh well. To bed, I say!