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so this weekend (starting thursday) was my last hoorah of summer. oh wait. fuck summer. it was my last hoorah of carefree fun. thursday night i took chuds mattress up to her, then drank a bit and swallowed a key to a bike lock or something. i also nearly disowned blair. then, just to top the night off, i created a beach in chelseas bed with the sand from my pockets. WHAT FUN!.
friday night jason and I showed up at the watergay football game smelling like ass and looking much worse. a couple hours later, pauline and I drove to chicago to stay at the Mckelvie's house. that was a long-ish night. saturday we fucked off in downtown chicago for the day and then went to the congress theater for none other than BLEEDING THROUGH and UNEARTH. heres how that went.
the congress theater is old, their PA sucks, their sound crew are retarded, and most of the kids there were gay. Animosity was the first band, they were alright i guess. they were packing heat and tried their damndest to bring the energy, and the singer had a platinum grill. wild to see someone with a grill screaming hardcore. anyways, yeah, they were ok. then it was Through the Eyes of the Dead. they were fucking sick as hell and i loved it. then it was TERROR. ive never liked terror, but they played a badass show, the singer was cool the whole time and never did anything gay. yay terror! then, BLEEDING THROUGH. they fucking ruled. it was perfect. the only thing that wasnt good was the fact that they didnt play number seven with a bullet. anyways, yeah, they fucking stole the show. UNEARTH played a good even mix of old and new, only one problem: kens wireless kept fucking up, so his guitar parts werent even audible in half the songs. it was the worst ive ever seen unearth play. i was sad. oh well.
so we got back from that and pauline and I watched clueless. gay.
today we fucked off in downtown chicago again. it was off to a good start. we ate at Lou Malnati's pizza because i was hoping to have the same religious experience that HORSE the band had when they ate there. i was quite impressed, but not to the point where i would quit a tour and write and EP about the pizza i ate there. oh well. things were going fine and then p-dub decided to piss me off, then in turn get pissed off at me when i realized i shouldnt have been pissed off in the first place and tried to let everyone know that. the next few hours were spent ignoring her as best i could and waiting for her to realize i wasnt about to kiss her ass to make up for something so stupid. a little bit after that, kyle and I almost got kicked out of H&M. we tried our hardest but they just wouldnt kick us out. alright, right in front of the big black security guy, i felt up a mannequin and looked up her skirt, and then shouted "DAMN KYLE, YOURE RIGHT, THATS ONE STALE SMELLIN SNATCH!" several customers complained and i was asked by a gay employee to stop, and yet i still couldnt get kicked out. fucking shit. later then, we were in sharper image and kyle and I were fucking around with stuff when she finally decided to talk to me about stuff. shit got solved. oh joy. then we went back to the house and got ready to leave.
then, as you might imagine, we left.
the ride home was good. pauline and I talked about tons of shit. it was nice. it needed to happen. towards the end it got sorta heated and negative, and we didnt really end on the best note, but a lot of things got cleared up. lot of that whole "off my chest" sorta shit. things are working so far. im happy.
look how happy i am. im changing my icon from the depressed kid.
now im home and i hate it. home is such bullshit. im out of money, gas, work, and luck. give me a week though, ill be kicking ass in no time. which is why im not too worried about it.
im listening to emperor. its black metal with outrageous bombastic atmospheric symphonic chronic sonic effects. very floating and epic and beautiful music, id say.
friday night jason and I showed up at the watergay football game smelling like ass and looking much worse. a couple hours later, pauline and I drove to chicago to stay at the Mckelvie's house. that was a long-ish night. saturday we fucked off in downtown chicago for the day and then went to the congress theater for none other than BLEEDING THROUGH and UNEARTH. heres how that went.
the congress theater is old, their PA sucks, their sound crew are retarded, and most of the kids there were gay. Animosity was the first band, they were alright i guess. they were packing heat and tried their damndest to bring the energy, and the singer had a platinum grill. wild to see someone with a grill screaming hardcore. anyways, yeah, they were ok. then it was Through the Eyes of the Dead. they were fucking sick as hell and i loved it. then it was TERROR. ive never liked terror, but they played a badass show, the singer was cool the whole time and never did anything gay. yay terror! then, BLEEDING THROUGH. they fucking ruled. it was perfect. the only thing that wasnt good was the fact that they didnt play number seven with a bullet. anyways, yeah, they fucking stole the show. UNEARTH played a good even mix of old and new, only one problem: kens wireless kept fucking up, so his guitar parts werent even audible in half the songs. it was the worst ive ever seen unearth play. i was sad. oh well.
so we got back from that and pauline and I watched clueless. gay.
today we fucked off in downtown chicago again. it was off to a good start. we ate at Lou Malnati's pizza because i was hoping to have the same religious experience that HORSE the band had when they ate there. i was quite impressed, but not to the point where i would quit a tour and write and EP about the pizza i ate there. oh well. things were going fine and then p-dub decided to piss me off, then in turn get pissed off at me when i realized i shouldnt have been pissed off in the first place and tried to let everyone know that. the next few hours were spent ignoring her as best i could and waiting for her to realize i wasnt about to kiss her ass to make up for something so stupid. a little bit after that, kyle and I almost got kicked out of H&M. we tried our hardest but they just wouldnt kick us out. alright, right in front of the big black security guy, i felt up a mannequin and looked up her skirt, and then shouted "DAMN KYLE, YOURE RIGHT, THATS ONE STALE SMELLIN SNATCH!" several customers complained and i was asked by a gay employee to stop, and yet i still couldnt get kicked out. fucking shit. later then, we were in sharper image and kyle and I were fucking around with stuff when she finally decided to talk to me about stuff. shit got solved. oh joy. then we went back to the house and got ready to leave.
then, as you might imagine, we left.
the ride home was good. pauline and I talked about tons of shit. it was nice. it needed to happen. towards the end it got sorta heated and negative, and we didnt really end on the best note, but a lot of things got cleared up. lot of that whole "off my chest" sorta shit. things are working so far. im happy.
look how happy i am. im changing my icon from the depressed kid.
now im home and i hate it. home is such bullshit. im out of money, gas, work, and luck. give me a week though, ill be kicking ass in no time. which is why im not too worried about it.
im listening to emperor. its black metal with outrageous bombastic atmospheric symphonic chronic sonic effects. very floating and epic and beautiful music, id say.