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Not much news to report on. Feeling more disconnected from being an introvert, I think it's starting to effect my work. Can't write, can't not sleep, can't dream, can't feel. Lyrics keep running through my head and when I go to write a song for the first time in 2 years, I just stare at the page with this chorus playing in my head that goes "we're all just a bunch of lonely fucking kids whether we're 16 or 26". I Almost blacked out in class the other day. I was speed-reading Less Than Zero so as to not pay any attention to my illiterate art history teacher when I came to the end of a page and began to slow my pace. I didn't think anything of it until I went on to the first paragraph of the next page and read a description of a kid putting his arm through glass and I could honestly feel the blood all over my arm from when I did the same thing and all of sudden my entire body was pins and needles and my vision went black no matter how many times I blinked or rubbed my temples. When I broke out into a cold sweat I decided it'd be a good idea to go outside so I stumbled out of class after packing my things and somehow made it outside with my vision still looking like I was pressing my thumbs into my eyes. I sat down on a bench and took long breaths with my eyes closed (not that I could see anyway) and after about five minutes of this I decided to see if I could see yet, and lo and behold, my vision was back. I smoked a cigarette and tried to forget about it.
I sent Travis Shettel a friendster message basically saying I thought him and his band are the shit and that they will always know how to rock me somehow. I also gave him a heads up for flying q-tips that I will be throwing when they play here on Wednesday. To my surprise he actually replied to my message and said that he would do his best to fulfill my request to play a 20-song set (as long as we, the audience, were excitable enough) and that he was ready for the q-tips. What a swell guy. I went to the Braid reunion show last night and they were pretty good, but I was never a big fan in the first place so I enjoyed (moreso that watching Braid) Wafflehouse* reformed into a band called Rescue, Murder By Death (they played "Intergalactic Menopause" for the first time in two years!!!), and Minus The Bear (even though we all know Botch is wayyyyy better).
I ended the weekend with taking a shot for every basket the pistons made in the fourth quarter of Sunday's game (2 shots for 2 free throws even) and pretended to be so drunk that my legs wouldn't work to make Garvey freak out a little.
I worked today and saw "Coffee and Cigarettes" by myself. Meg White is not as hot as I thought she was (I've gone from thinking she's not, to thinking she is, back to thinking she's not again). Cate Blanchett is as hot as I always thought she was. Tom Waits is also hot. Iggy Pop is not as hot as I thought. Sam Coooooogan is funny. I want to stop smoking cigarettes goddammit.
I'm going to call my beautiful girlfriend now and count the days until I'm back in Indiana making baking soda volcanoes and listening to SXE Hardcore music while making out with the girl of my dreams.
Thank you and
Goodnight.
I sent Travis Shettel a friendster message basically saying I thought him and his band are the shit and that they will always know how to rock me somehow. I also gave him a heads up for flying q-tips that I will be throwing when they play here on Wednesday. To my surprise he actually replied to my message and said that he would do his best to fulfill my request to play a 20-song set (as long as we, the audience, were excitable enough) and that he was ready for the q-tips. What a swell guy. I went to the Braid reunion show last night and they were pretty good, but I was never a big fan in the first place so I enjoyed (moreso that watching Braid) Wafflehouse* reformed into a band called Rescue, Murder By Death (they played "Intergalactic Menopause" for the first time in two years!!!), and Minus The Bear (even though we all know Botch is wayyyyy better).
I ended the weekend with taking a shot for every basket the pistons made in the fourth quarter of Sunday's game (2 shots for 2 free throws even) and pretended to be so drunk that my legs wouldn't work to make Garvey freak out a little.
I worked today and saw "Coffee and Cigarettes" by myself. Meg White is not as hot as I thought she was (I've gone from thinking she's not, to thinking she is, back to thinking she's not again). Cate Blanchett is as hot as I always thought she was. Tom Waits is also hot. Iggy Pop is not as hot as I thought. Sam Coooooogan is funny. I want to stop smoking cigarettes goddammit.
I'm going to call my beautiful girlfriend now and count the days until I'm back in Indiana making baking soda volcanoes and listening to SXE Hardcore music while making out with the girl of my dreams.
Thank you and
Goodnight.