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man... I just typed an entry and it didn't load right.. douche douche.
You were gonna get a decent entry, instead you get this tripe:
Life is okay. I need a new job. I app'd at Salt Loung, as per Jesse's recommendation... Be gnarly if that works out.
School is okay. I need to stop being such a fuckin bum all the time... I want above-average grades, but all I'm willing to put in is a sub-average effort... the product?.. mediocre grades.
band is going pretty decent... we had the best practice in a while tonight... we came up with a flavour injection for song 3 that will echo through the ages as our most soulful groove to date.
I've noticed lately that most of the LJ's on my friends list, which isn't very extensive, but still... they've been hella sad/ angsty... I've noticed, also that everyone's breaking up with everyone... (not everyone, i know.. no need to correct me about your exception), but an exceptionally high number of breakups have been going down (myself included)... I bet there's a relationship between the time of year, the moods, and the breakups... I should do a statistical case study, then LJ post my findings. no. too lazy.
Friday was crazy, Saturday was pretty crazy also. I got a ride to the show from my neurotic ex-ex-ex... RATD were excellent... first time seeing Excrutiating Thoughts... just good, brutal metal.
I think we've decided on a name; Code of Omerta. People are all "ooh lamb of god." but I'm all fuck that.. Puzo named a book that, and it's hella sicily mob magic more than it is lamb of god. Ask me if it's a badass band name!!!
Asker: "Is your band's name badass?"
Me: "yes."
annnd... Happy v-day, bitches. I'll be babysitting my bro.. if any fine ladies don't have a date, or wanna ditch your date to share a pretty lame/awkward happy/romantic time with me, you're welcome to babysit with me... we can make kraft dinner, eat it at my romantic done-up candle-lit table with my brother, then watch some YTV until he goes to bed. Then we can watch a video from Blockbuster, then you can hit the rocky road... get in your white bronco and take off like OJ Simpson. What an appealing prospect. Brad = dreamdate.