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Jul 28, 2007 12:43

Last night was rather bangin' until around 2:30...

I left work, came home and got changed, then went to a coworker of mine's show. His band, Stargasm, was playing their record launch show at Zia Records. The style was not what I was expecting at all. It was dance metal, and I pegged him as a punk band member. I know he is into punk, and he had said he doesn't really like his band's style, but it was still weird.

Oddly enough, both me and my boss thought the band was pretty damn good. The singer had to go, he seemed like he wanted to do an outlandish stage act(weird dress and a sword), but didn't want to look like an idiot, and in the end, he looked like an idiot. Plus, he can't sing for shit. The keyboards/drum machine were also too loud. Tone them down, replace the singer(preferably with the guitarist, who sang the first song and did a badass job), and you could have a sweet dance metal band.

He has a drummer and guitarist and wants to start a punk band and keeps trying to recruit me. He knows I sang years ago, but I just don't have the drive to do that again. That took up a lot of my time and should've taken up a lot more if it was to go anywhere. It's not a walk in the park to get a band going(right Tony?), and even though I had fun...not enough fun to lose that much of my free time.

Anyway. After that, we swung by Lee's to get some hooch. I got 2 4-packs of white russian, my boss got 2 4-packs of Boddington Ale(he's one of those guys who drinks really out there beers, but that beer was damn good), and we got a 30 pack of Keystone, some Sparks and some 40s of Mickeys. We went back to the apartment that Logan(my coworker who was in the band) and his girlfriend live in, drank, bullshitted and played some Halo. It was me, my boss Steve, Steve's little brother Scott(who also works with us), Logan, his girl Melissa and Melissa's friend Faith. Faith kept flirting with Scott, and me, Logan and Steve had to yell at him to go get some. Then it became apparent that to seal the deal, me and Steve can't be there, so I took him home and got some Taco Bell on the way.

I had texted Autumn about 2 hours prior seeing if she was still awake so I could go there, but she never replied...so I dropped him off and began to drive home, then things turned to shit. I saw the cop behind me before he pulled me over, and I instantly knew why he did it...my tags have been expired since March. So...we talk, he tells me my car has to be impounded because it can't legally be on the roads, tells me to call someone to get a ride out of there. So...I call Steve and he didn't answer, then I call Tony and tell him what's going on and he agrees to come get me. I talk to the cop, he tells me to pull into a parking lot and get a ride. He won't tow me, but I can't drive. He also says he won't follow me, and makes it damn clear he doesn't really care what I do...so I get my ticket, drive home, and call Tony and tell him I'm good.

So now I'm at home, about to take a shower, get a smog check, and renew my tags. Today is a bad time for this shit, because of some crap going on with my living situation.

My rent is usually $337/mo($1350 split between 4 of us), but Brent and Alexis have moved out, Dave moved in, and this guy Kyle was supposed to move in. Well...Alexis and Brent got their security deposits back($500 a piece), Dave put his in, but now we owe $500 more...and we owe rent...and we have no 4th person. So my rent went up to $450 a month and I have to drop $168 on rent, unless we can get someone to move in immediately and who can drop $837 right away.

These next few weeks went from cool to bad to total shit.

But tonight I get to see Autumn...so it'll be OK.

EDIT: I just got my registration renewed. That's $300 gone. I keep looking at my finances and it looks like I have $76 to last me 2 weeks. That includes gas, which will run me $40 probably on Friday. I'll have to mail the rent check late, and my cell phone may get turned off cause I'm already late as fuck on that anyway, but I should be OK once I get my check for Aug 10.

Fucking finances...
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