Strange times
So, been back in the country since Sunday around 2 a.m. So far, being back home fucking blows. Here's a recap:
Sunday:
Wake up at 8 o'clock, bringing me to a grand total of 20 hours of sleep since the previous Wednesday. Informed that I need to start looking at health insurance forms. Subsequently informed that I am to help cut wood from a tree that had fallen down two weeks ago in 96 degree weather. Visit Olga's, get check, find out when I'm working next (Saturday), then visit Gabe at Borders. Go home, begin cutting wood. Attempt that until chainsaw dies. Work on wood for another half hour, then say "Fuck it, I quit." Swimming with the family (aunt and uncle, my cousins and their wives and kids). Pass out for a couple hours while attempting to lessen my jet lag. Hang out at Jay and Damien's apt. for Family Guy. In bed by 11.
Monday:
Second attempt at cutting wood with a measly branch saw. Three hours total in 98 degree weather broken up into two hour-and-a-half long segments. Parents come home, dad begins bitching at me to start looking for another job on Tuesday. Tell him that I'm going to a concert with Ed that had been planned for three months. Told that I'm irresponsible, and play time's over, and that I didn't have that hard of a five weeks away from home. For fuck's sake. Go to wallyball, go to Ed's.
Tuesday:
Sounds of the Underground! Highlight of the week! Pretty decent show. First battery of bands sucked (notable exceptions: All That Remains, Devildriver, Strapping Young Lad, Throwdown. Fuck do I ever hate hardcore kids....). Then comes Gwar. Gwar rules. Music is old-school thrash metal, and the most elaborate stage setup I've ever seen this side of Rob Zombie. Fucking hilarious. After Gwar, bands were MUCH better. From Autumn to Ashes, Unearth, Chimaira, Opeth (!), Clutch. Left before Poison the Well and Lamb of God. Good shit. In bed by 11 again. God I'm a puss. But it still feels like it's 5 a.m. to me.
Anyway, if anyone wants to get in touch with me, I'm off until Saturday evening. And if anyone does not, go fuck yourselves.
Sunday:
Wake up at 8 o'clock, bringing me to a grand total of 20 hours of sleep since the previous Wednesday. Informed that I need to start looking at health insurance forms. Subsequently informed that I am to help cut wood from a tree that had fallen down two weeks ago in 96 degree weather. Visit Olga's, get check, find out when I'm working next (Saturday), then visit Gabe at Borders. Go home, begin cutting wood. Attempt that until chainsaw dies. Work on wood for another half hour, then say "Fuck it, I quit." Swimming with the family (aunt and uncle, my cousins and their wives and kids). Pass out for a couple hours while attempting to lessen my jet lag. Hang out at Jay and Damien's apt. for Family Guy. In bed by 11.
Monday:
Second attempt at cutting wood with a measly branch saw. Three hours total in 98 degree weather broken up into two hour-and-a-half long segments. Parents come home, dad begins bitching at me to start looking for another job on Tuesday. Tell him that I'm going to a concert with Ed that had been planned for three months. Told that I'm irresponsible, and play time's over, and that I didn't have that hard of a five weeks away from home. For fuck's sake. Go to wallyball, go to Ed's.
Tuesday:
Sounds of the Underground! Highlight of the week! Pretty decent show. First battery of bands sucked (notable exceptions: All That Remains, Devildriver, Strapping Young Lad, Throwdown. Fuck do I ever hate hardcore kids....). Then comes Gwar. Gwar rules. Music is old-school thrash metal, and the most elaborate stage setup I've ever seen this side of Rob Zombie. Fucking hilarious. After Gwar, bands were MUCH better. From Autumn to Ashes, Unearth, Chimaira, Opeth (!), Clutch. Left before Poison the Well and Lamb of God. Good shit. In bed by 11 again. God I'm a puss. But it still feels like it's 5 a.m. to me.
Anyway, if anyone wants to get in touch with me, I'm off until Saturday evening. And if anyone does not, go fuck yourselves.