persistent headache.
doing nothing isn't as great as it seems. all semester, i've been looking forward to this carte blanche week so i could sleep late, watch tv, eat ice cream, and go shopping. and maybe have a beer at 2 pm and feel sketchy about it. but my circadian rhythm has once again fucked me in the ass, as i've been sleeping too much. i know, i didn't think it was possible either, but apparently you can get too much sleep and feel just as tired as you do when you don't get enough sleep! and there's nothing good on tv. and i'm trying to eat kinda healthy, so no ice cream for me. and it's been raining and i have no money, so no shopping either. and i've been getting constant migraines lately which surely means i must be incubating a brain tumor, so i haven't had any afternoon alcohol, either.
basically, i wake up at 11, drink some vitamin water, try to get annoying little crap done like securing a gym membership and finding someone to help me move next week, and go back to sleep.
last night, i went to the abbey lounge to see nate and gabe play. it was nate's first gig, which was pretty exciting. lots of people came out to support him: greg klyma, tom bianchi (who cut his hair so short that i didn't even recognize him!), lydia, caroline, and some other people. max wasn't kidding--the place was a real dive. it was the kinda place that makes you wanna just hold your pee so you don't have to touch the bathroom door handles...although it smelled so heavily of urine in the bar/stage area that it took every ounce of strength in my feeble, feeble bladder not to go in a corner. the bartender seemed like a real creeper, like he secretly masturbated in the maker's mark at three in the afternoon when no one was around. and the other people sitting at the bar...well, let's just say that they probably don't know what year it is.
but despite the dinginess and darkness and smell of thirty years of urine and blood and whiskey soaked into the walls, i had a great time. seeing nate and gabe really put things into perspective for me about my own abilities and about why musicians do what they do. it's not about the audience reaction or popularity or cd sales or anything. it's just about playing and making music and doing what you love and being around people who will support you no matter how many strings you break or how many notes go sour. i'm not saying nate and gabe screwed up--they both sounded great--but seeing people come out to see them made me realize that it wouldn't have mattered what they sounded like. not if they stunk, not if they rocked. because it's not about the notes or the rhythm or the melodies or words. it's just music.
sorry, don't know why i got so poetic there for a second. sometimes i think i'm deep and interesting and...it's sort of a problem.
before i get to my happy things, i just have to say that i am majorly bummed out that it's going to rain on my birthday. max tried to convince me that there's no way to tell if it's going to rain four days in advance, blah blah blah, and at first i thought maybe he was right, but the sky looks really grey and sad today and it's supposed to rain every single day next week so i don't think my chances look very good. if anyone reading this thinks they have the power to change the weather, or at least to will the sun to come out, please activate it for me on tuesday! i don't want to turn 21 in the rain. :(
greg and me...and tom showing the skin of his teeth
tom, me and nate
max and me
~i got a 171 on my practice lsat yesterday, and it was the first one i had done in two weeks!
~i am seeing will dailey tonight at harper's ferry and martin sexton tomorrow night at lupo's in providence!
~lots of people are coming to my pub crawl next saturday!
~i am going out for my first legal drink on monday night!
~exclamation points!!!!
basically, i wake up at 11, drink some vitamin water, try to get annoying little crap done like securing a gym membership and finding someone to help me move next week, and go back to sleep.
last night, i went to the abbey lounge to see nate and gabe play. it was nate's first gig, which was pretty exciting. lots of people came out to support him: greg klyma, tom bianchi (who cut his hair so short that i didn't even recognize him!), lydia, caroline, and some other people. max wasn't kidding--the place was a real dive. it was the kinda place that makes you wanna just hold your pee so you don't have to touch the bathroom door handles...although it smelled so heavily of urine in the bar/stage area that it took every ounce of strength in my feeble, feeble bladder not to go in a corner. the bartender seemed like a real creeper, like he secretly masturbated in the maker's mark at three in the afternoon when no one was around. and the other people sitting at the bar...well, let's just say that they probably don't know what year it is.
but despite the dinginess and darkness and smell of thirty years of urine and blood and whiskey soaked into the walls, i had a great time. seeing nate and gabe really put things into perspective for me about my own abilities and about why musicians do what they do. it's not about the audience reaction or popularity or cd sales or anything. it's just about playing and making music and doing what you love and being around people who will support you no matter how many strings you break or how many notes go sour. i'm not saying nate and gabe screwed up--they both sounded great--but seeing people come out to see them made me realize that it wouldn't have mattered what they sounded like. not if they stunk, not if they rocked. because it's not about the notes or the rhythm or the melodies or words. it's just music.
sorry, don't know why i got so poetic there for a second. sometimes i think i'm deep and interesting and...it's sort of a problem.
before i get to my happy things, i just have to say that i am majorly bummed out that it's going to rain on my birthday. max tried to convince me that there's no way to tell if it's going to rain four days in advance, blah blah blah, and at first i thought maybe he was right, but the sky looks really grey and sad today and it's supposed to rain every single day next week so i don't think my chances look very good. if anyone reading this thinks they have the power to change the weather, or at least to will the sun to come out, please activate it for me on tuesday! i don't want to turn 21 in the rain. :(
greg and me...and tom showing the skin of his teeth
tom, me and nate
max and me
~i got a 171 on my practice lsat yesterday, and it was the first one i had done in two weeks!
~i am seeing will dailey tonight at harper's ferry and martin sexton tomorrow night at lupo's in providence!
~lots of people are coming to my pub crawl next saturday!
~i am going out for my first legal drink on monday night!
~exclamation points!!!!