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Fuck Maggie May. The song is bullshit. The intro is fantastic, one of the best intro snare hits in pop music history (the top one going to Wouldn't It Be Nice, of course.), and it set the course for every intro in Flogging Molly's catalogue, but past that intro and first line, it's the most overrated song of our time I think. It's Rod Stewart's song where everyone who hates him is like "Fuck Rod Stewart, but Maggie May rips.". I got news for you: it doesn't.
Seriously guys, it's super wack.
The weather was great today, and I felt about as good. Then I went to my night class and got this awful fucking headache that still hasn't gone away.
The show we played yesterday almost killed me and I'm not sure why. The heat felt way more ridiculous than it really was, and like an idiot I played barefoot on this scorching hot outdoor wooden stage. It wasn't that bad towards the back of the stage, but the front felt like it was about to go up in flames. Because I sing, I had to spend a lot of time up there and I blistered up my feet. I spent the whole ride home holding my feet up in front of Oyer's air conditioning vents.
Where did this summer weather come from? I hope it sticks around.
okay, I did the thing where I minimized this for a few hours and now I'm back.
I watched like 45 minutes of one of the Taxicab Confessional things. I remember this show from back when I was a little kid with illegal cable. I used to always watch this show because I thought it was cool that people were talking explicitly about fucking on TV. I have to admit that's still pretty damn cool, but beyond that it's really awesome. They really got people to talk about anything, and some of it's really interesting.
I had the new 7-Layer Crunchwrap tonight after class. It's great, but I should have gotten it with no guacamole.
Every time a bunch of us get together drinking or anything like that, it comes up how much it sucks that Hitchings is gone. It's weird to think that at any given moment in the past 3 and a half or 4 months or whatever, whenever we were doing anything, if he were home he would have been there, haha. It's awesome that him and Nina are having fun in Arizona. I'm gonna give them a call tomorrow I think. You hear that?
24 Hour Revenge Therapy by Jawbreaker is an album I've always liked, but it took me a long time to really love. It's worth the time.
I feel like I need this big overhaul on my life. It all needs to be organized and cleaned up. Starting with my room and my car. The condition of the inside of my car regularly reflects my current level of motivation. That said, a quick look in my passenger window would speak volumes about how this whole awful feeling is hanging over me and only gets worse when I acknowledge how little effort I make to change it. If I pick you up and when you sit down your feet don't get buried in coffee cups and scattered crap let it be known that I'm probably in the middle of trying to better myself.
But not today.
Not with this awful fucking headache.
In the event I start holding school in high regard (like I should be), I've been thinking about possibly changing my major to English. I just really hate research papers. I feel like way too much that idea may be based in me not knowing what the hell else I'd make my major.
What I really need is a job. In the past two weeks I've begun making actual steps towards that goal. Admittedly, they're Dr. Leo Marvin Baby Steps, but that's more than I've done in some time.
I finally got around to finishing the fourth Chuck Klosterman book, and now I have nothing to read. Read everything he ever put out, he's awesome.
It really is so fucking great that the Wonder Years are back on TV. I've seen every episode already, most of them a bunch of times, and I have absolutely no problem watching them all over again. It may even be better now. I can't watch it with other people though because I spend the whole time asking if they want me to tell them what happens next, and using onomatopoeia to emphasize all the sudden things that I already know are coming.
I think this means that I subconsciously feel like my knowledge of the Wonder Years makes me superior to people.
I don't feel bad about that, and I'm not entirely positive that's it wrong in the first place.
It's just so good.
I'm glad my air conditioner didn't get taken out of my room all winter. It gets too hot in here.
When I wake up, I pray my head won't feel like it's getting fucked in the ear by a mule.
This of course, is assuming mules have huge cocks.
'nighto.
Seriously guys, it's super wack.
The weather was great today, and I felt about as good. Then I went to my night class and got this awful fucking headache that still hasn't gone away.
The show we played yesterday almost killed me and I'm not sure why. The heat felt way more ridiculous than it really was, and like an idiot I played barefoot on this scorching hot outdoor wooden stage. It wasn't that bad towards the back of the stage, but the front felt like it was about to go up in flames. Because I sing, I had to spend a lot of time up there and I blistered up my feet. I spent the whole ride home holding my feet up in front of Oyer's air conditioning vents.
Where did this summer weather come from? I hope it sticks around.
okay, I did the thing where I minimized this for a few hours and now I'm back.
I watched like 45 minutes of one of the Taxicab Confessional things. I remember this show from back when I was a little kid with illegal cable. I used to always watch this show because I thought it was cool that people were talking explicitly about fucking on TV. I have to admit that's still pretty damn cool, but beyond that it's really awesome. They really got people to talk about anything, and some of it's really interesting.
I had the new 7-Layer Crunchwrap tonight after class. It's great, but I should have gotten it with no guacamole.
Every time a bunch of us get together drinking or anything like that, it comes up how much it sucks that Hitchings is gone. It's weird to think that at any given moment in the past 3 and a half or 4 months or whatever, whenever we were doing anything, if he were home he would have been there, haha. It's awesome that him and Nina are having fun in Arizona. I'm gonna give them a call tomorrow I think. You hear that?
24 Hour Revenge Therapy by Jawbreaker is an album I've always liked, but it took me a long time to really love. It's worth the time.
I feel like I need this big overhaul on my life. It all needs to be organized and cleaned up. Starting with my room and my car. The condition of the inside of my car regularly reflects my current level of motivation. That said, a quick look in my passenger window would speak volumes about how this whole awful feeling is hanging over me and only gets worse when I acknowledge how little effort I make to change it. If I pick you up and when you sit down your feet don't get buried in coffee cups and scattered crap let it be known that I'm probably in the middle of trying to better myself.
But not today.
Not with this awful fucking headache.
In the event I start holding school in high regard (like I should be), I've been thinking about possibly changing my major to English. I just really hate research papers. I feel like way too much that idea may be based in me not knowing what the hell else I'd make my major.
What I really need is a job. In the past two weeks I've begun making actual steps towards that goal. Admittedly, they're Dr. Leo Marvin Baby Steps, but that's more than I've done in some time.
I finally got around to finishing the fourth Chuck Klosterman book, and now I have nothing to read. Read everything he ever put out, he's awesome.
It really is so fucking great that the Wonder Years are back on TV. I've seen every episode already, most of them a bunch of times, and I have absolutely no problem watching them all over again. It may even be better now. I can't watch it with other people though because I spend the whole time asking if they want me to tell them what happens next, and using onomatopoeia to emphasize all the sudden things that I already know are coming.
I think this means that I subconsciously feel like my knowledge of the Wonder Years makes me superior to people.
I don't feel bad about that, and I'm not entirely positive that's it wrong in the first place.
It's just so good.
I'm glad my air conditioner didn't get taken out of my room all winter. It gets too hot in here.
When I wake up, I pray my head won't feel like it's getting fucked in the ear by a mule.
This of course, is assuming mules have huge cocks.
'nighto.