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I have not posted in a decade. Sorry. But I am still alive.
Schools done. 50 hours of work a week plus 13 hours of school is done. I pulled off another amazing semester.
English Comp II: A-
Education, Culture and Society: B
Events, Concerts and Festival Production: B-
Accounting: C
I really surprised myself pulling off these grades, it was a lot of hard work, especially my accounting class. That was loads of hell, but I did it, I passed. This was probably one of my most stressful semesters yet so I'm glad I can breathe and sleep.
Life wise, I started doing an "internship" with a big chicago touring band, they are gonna start me on sound engineering for them, and "roadie-ing" which is basically load in, load out, set up and wiring for all the instruments. I'm not exactly that enthralled about doing sound engineering, especially cause I don't trust myself and am quite afraid to fuck it up, it's amazing how much belief they have in me. Brownie (the guy who I'm working under) is very admant that my hearing is not a problem. I've known him for over a year now, he is in the circle of musicians that I occasionally play with here on the southside, but I'm always out there going to all his projects (bands) and I've been discussing working gigs with him for awhile. The cool thing about this is I'll actually be able to get college credit out of this as an independent project.
Last friday was my first gig, and for the first time I was able to officially say "I'm with the band" (I said it to the valet guy). The gig was at this YUPPY ass bar in the north loop downtown called Fado's Irish Pub. Probably the yuppiest of yuppy bars I've ever been too. The beforehand plans of meeting up with Brownie faltered and I ended up rushing down there myself to get screwed by parking and ended up paying too much. The whole Parking story is a lame story, so I'm not gonna tell it. Since I arrived late, I basically just bought a few of the instruments in and studied Brownie setting up. Before the band started I gave him a few "code" signs to number each mic and instrument so I can throw it at him to turn a member up or down. Basically it was me starting to learn thier sound. I sat out in the crowd and drank, listened and occasionally threw up a sign.
I didn't mingle much, the crowd was not my type. I was there in dirty raggedy blue jeans and my dads Fire Dept. t-shirt, while everyone else was all in business attire and dress up mode. My first "mingle of the night" came from two ladies who wanted to know what the "HV" stood for on my "HVFD" shirt. I told them that it stood for Hillansdale Village Fire Department. THey followed up with "where" and I replyed "Maryland". Even before I got to tell them that it was my father's shirt from when he was a fire fighter out there, They asked me what I was doing in chicago. I decided to go with the flow since I had nothing to loose (and they weren't attractive anyway) I started playin with em. I told them I had a bad fire-fighting accident out in Maryland and I lost a lot of my hearing, so I'm back here in chicago doing sound for the band (eh? they didn't even bother to ask what the fuck?) They proceeded to ask me about the accident and wanted details, I gave them a long pause, began to look sad, and told them it was too soon and that I didn't want to talk about it. I got the pity awww, and then I shook my head and walked off.
It started getting late, I was getting ready to take off during the third set, but for some reason I felt compelled to stay. The sound was pretty much on, and didn't need to much more adjusting during the third set so everything was ok. At some point this BEAUTIFUL girl comes up and starts talking to me. I don't remember much of her initial conversation because I was just baffled at why she was talking to me. I saw her earlier, she was dancing with some short fat guy, which too had baffled me. Nonetheless she was here now, talking with me. When we formally introduced, she did the "south-side pound" and then the "blow-up" which immediatly led to me asking her if she was from the south-side. She responded yes, so then I became that much more interested (did I really?) Her name was Leanne, and she was stunning, Blonde, amazing blue eyes (which reminded me so much of Alice...if you know or have seen Alice's eyes, you'd know theres not many out there like it) so I was stunned. Our conversation topics ranged from my tattoos to my peircings, to her desire to get tattoos. Heres the silly part...this chick either had to be SUPER DUMB or just really fucking drunk. She constantly rambled on how she was going to "Save the world" and she was going to "I'm going to China to save the world". She also stated that she "is going to get a tattoo in China of the word Destiny, in Arabic". She went on about how she "wasn't democrat or republican, but I fucking hate bush" without too many strong arguments as to why she hated him. This chick was just too beautiful to blow off (sorry loyal female readers, but beautiful chicks can make dumbness seem petty). Here's the catcher:
At some point early on in our conversation, this guy (who had been hitting on her friend, and he was a somewhat good looking guy) came up to her, put his hands around her waist, started whispering into her ear WHILE looking me in the eyes, and then started trying to kiss her (as her friend looked on). As he was trying to kiss her, she was moving her head away and pushing him off and then she came over to me, put her arms around me and said "He's trying to save me, but I don't need to be saved". At that point the only thing in my head was "I'm game, I'm in".
Catcher part deuce:
About 10 minutes after that happened, her friend came up and started ranting about how she really needed to go, she had a long day ahead of her tmmw and it was time to go (she also apologized for having to cut our night short), Leanne seemed frustrated and started digging through her purse, only to come up with $20. She told her friend "NO, I'm staying, go buy us another round of drinks" the two of them talked fer a few minutes with her friend finally sighing and agreeing saying "fine, but one more round and thats it".
The rest of the conversation between us was a bit lame, there was some dancing, some making out in the middle of the bar (Actually a lot of that) and some talking with her friend.
The entire time this was going on I'm trying to figure out why me (and rarely do I ask that question) She musta been about 23 or older (I have no idea, but her friend looked just about 21 or 22) and I didn't look good. My hair was freshly cut and not styled, I had my glasses on, a dirty style...which I'm guessing she dug. Just goes to show that in a bar full of conceited ass yuppies where everyone looks the same the one who doesn't gets the girl. All I know is, I could feel the envy and the confusion to all the guys around us who were "waiting to hit on her" and get a chance to "show her" and that were trying to figure out why she was talking to me, and in the end...I'm sitting there making out with her.
(I felt kinda bad about it cause I was supposed to be paying attention to the band, but instead I'm not)
Anyways, the night came to an end, the band wrapped up, so I asked her for her number. She excitedly gave it to me, and when I offered her my number she said "NO, because you're gonna call me and give it to me".
...yea. :'(
I tried calling her back sunday...to find out the number doesn't work (This number cannot go through as dialed, please hang up and try again).
NOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooo
WHhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
NOooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo
With all the events leading up to that moment, I'm pretty damn sure she didn't intentinally give me the wrong number. I'm assuming she either gave me a wrong digit or I misheard her and wrote it down wrong.
MOTHERFUCKER. THIS FUCKING SUCKS
I either got played or just straight up fucked. Nonetheless I'm bound for singledom for a long time.
I have much more to share story wise (I have been out of commision folks) but time is short and I have band practice (my own) to attend to soon, so I'm out like a fat girl in dodgeball
(oh yes, for those who want to hang with me...do it soon before I leave for tennesee. I don't work Tues thru Fridays, so HIT ME THE FUCK UP CAUSE NONE OF YOU EVER DO AND I ALWAYS MISS OUT AND NONE OF YOU EVER RESPOND TO MY FUCKING EMAILS...cockfucks)
Schools done. 50 hours of work a week plus 13 hours of school is done. I pulled off another amazing semester.
English Comp II: A-
Education, Culture and Society: B
Events, Concerts and Festival Production: B-
Accounting: C
I really surprised myself pulling off these grades, it was a lot of hard work, especially my accounting class. That was loads of hell, but I did it, I passed. This was probably one of my most stressful semesters yet so I'm glad I can breathe and sleep.
Life wise, I started doing an "internship" with a big chicago touring band, they are gonna start me on sound engineering for them, and "roadie-ing" which is basically load in, load out, set up and wiring for all the instruments. I'm not exactly that enthralled about doing sound engineering, especially cause I don't trust myself and am quite afraid to fuck it up, it's amazing how much belief they have in me. Brownie (the guy who I'm working under) is very admant that my hearing is not a problem. I've known him for over a year now, he is in the circle of musicians that I occasionally play with here on the southside, but I'm always out there going to all his projects (bands) and I've been discussing working gigs with him for awhile. The cool thing about this is I'll actually be able to get college credit out of this as an independent project.
Last friday was my first gig, and for the first time I was able to officially say "I'm with the band" (I said it to the valet guy). The gig was at this YUPPY ass bar in the north loop downtown called Fado's Irish Pub. Probably the yuppiest of yuppy bars I've ever been too. The beforehand plans of meeting up with Brownie faltered and I ended up rushing down there myself to get screwed by parking and ended up paying too much. The whole Parking story is a lame story, so I'm not gonna tell it. Since I arrived late, I basically just bought a few of the instruments in and studied Brownie setting up. Before the band started I gave him a few "code" signs to number each mic and instrument so I can throw it at him to turn a member up or down. Basically it was me starting to learn thier sound. I sat out in the crowd and drank, listened and occasionally threw up a sign.
I didn't mingle much, the crowd was not my type. I was there in dirty raggedy blue jeans and my dads Fire Dept. t-shirt, while everyone else was all in business attire and dress up mode. My first "mingle of the night" came from two ladies who wanted to know what the "HV" stood for on my "HVFD" shirt. I told them that it stood for Hillansdale Village Fire Department. THey followed up with "where" and I replyed "Maryland". Even before I got to tell them that it was my father's shirt from when he was a fire fighter out there, They asked me what I was doing in chicago. I decided to go with the flow since I had nothing to loose (and they weren't attractive anyway) I started playin with em. I told them I had a bad fire-fighting accident out in Maryland and I lost a lot of my hearing, so I'm back here in chicago doing sound for the band (eh? they didn't even bother to ask what the fuck?) They proceeded to ask me about the accident and wanted details, I gave them a long pause, began to look sad, and told them it was too soon and that I didn't want to talk about it. I got the pity awww, and then I shook my head and walked off.
It started getting late, I was getting ready to take off during the third set, but for some reason I felt compelled to stay. The sound was pretty much on, and didn't need to much more adjusting during the third set so everything was ok. At some point this BEAUTIFUL girl comes up and starts talking to me. I don't remember much of her initial conversation because I was just baffled at why she was talking to me. I saw her earlier, she was dancing with some short fat guy, which too had baffled me. Nonetheless she was here now, talking with me. When we formally introduced, she did the "south-side pound" and then the "blow-up" which immediatly led to me asking her if she was from the south-side. She responded yes, so then I became that much more interested (did I really?) Her name was Leanne, and she was stunning, Blonde, amazing blue eyes (which reminded me so much of Alice...if you know or have seen Alice's eyes, you'd know theres not many out there like it) so I was stunned. Our conversation topics ranged from my tattoos to my peircings, to her desire to get tattoos. Heres the silly part...this chick either had to be SUPER DUMB or just really fucking drunk. She constantly rambled on how she was going to "Save the world" and she was going to "I'm going to China to save the world". She also stated that she "is going to get a tattoo in China of the word Destiny, in Arabic". She went on about how she "wasn't democrat or republican, but I fucking hate bush" without too many strong arguments as to why she hated him. This chick was just too beautiful to blow off (sorry loyal female readers, but beautiful chicks can make dumbness seem petty). Here's the catcher:
At some point early on in our conversation, this guy (who had been hitting on her friend, and he was a somewhat good looking guy) came up to her, put his hands around her waist, started whispering into her ear WHILE looking me in the eyes, and then started trying to kiss her (as her friend looked on). As he was trying to kiss her, she was moving her head away and pushing him off and then she came over to me, put her arms around me and said "He's trying to save me, but I don't need to be saved". At that point the only thing in my head was "I'm game, I'm in".
Catcher part deuce:
About 10 minutes after that happened, her friend came up and started ranting about how she really needed to go, she had a long day ahead of her tmmw and it was time to go (she also apologized for having to cut our night short), Leanne seemed frustrated and started digging through her purse, only to come up with $20. She told her friend "NO, I'm staying, go buy us another round of drinks" the two of them talked fer a few minutes with her friend finally sighing and agreeing saying "fine, but one more round and thats it".
The rest of the conversation between us was a bit lame, there was some dancing, some making out in the middle of the bar (Actually a lot of that) and some talking with her friend.
The entire time this was going on I'm trying to figure out why me (and rarely do I ask that question) She musta been about 23 or older (I have no idea, but her friend looked just about 21 or 22) and I didn't look good. My hair was freshly cut and not styled, I had my glasses on, a dirty style...which I'm guessing she dug. Just goes to show that in a bar full of conceited ass yuppies where everyone looks the same the one who doesn't gets the girl. All I know is, I could feel the envy and the confusion to all the guys around us who were "waiting to hit on her" and get a chance to "show her" and that were trying to figure out why she was talking to me, and in the end...I'm sitting there making out with her.
(I felt kinda bad about it cause I was supposed to be paying attention to the band, but instead I'm not)
Anyways, the night came to an end, the band wrapped up, so I asked her for her number. She excitedly gave it to me, and when I offered her my number she said "NO, because you're gonna call me and give it to me".
...yea. :'(
I tried calling her back sunday...to find out the number doesn't work (This number cannot go through as dialed, please hang up and try again).
NOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooo
WHhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
NOooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo
With all the events leading up to that moment, I'm pretty damn sure she didn't intentinally give me the wrong number. I'm assuming she either gave me a wrong digit or I misheard her and wrote it down wrong.
MOTHERFUCKER. THIS FUCKING SUCKS
I either got played or just straight up fucked. Nonetheless I'm bound for singledom for a long time.
I have much more to share story wise (I have been out of commision folks) but time is short and I have band practice (my own) to attend to soon, so I'm out like a fat girl in dodgeball
(oh yes, for those who want to hang with me...do it soon before I leave for tennesee. I don't work Tues thru Fridays, so HIT ME THE FUCK UP CAUSE NONE OF YOU EVER DO AND I ALWAYS MISS OUT AND NONE OF YOU EVER RESPOND TO MY FUCKING EMAILS...cockfucks)