So tonight was radtastic.
Gettting to the radtastic part was a bitch.
Today was payday. Yay. Not much for a paycheck, but I was able to pay off a bit of my rent, so I only owe around $700 now. But getting the money order in...oh god, I learned just how much of an impatient fuck I am. First off, there's this machine at 7 11 that acts as an atm, check cashing machine, money order machine, ect. I couldn't get a money order from there. I had gotten out of work at 4, and it's 5:45 now. So I had to hop a bus to downtown Willow Glen, get a money order and hop a bus back....but the bus I tried to catch took off without me, so I had to wait nearly a half hour until the next bus came. Got home around 6:30, ran the money order to the landlady and came back to get ready for the art show/dj gig. Go to check my emails first....and god damn was I in for a shocker.
AFI CANCELLED THE REST OF THEIR TOUR!
I was like O_O...ho-ly shit, what happened?!?! This is a band that LIVES for playing! Turns out that Davey's vocal chords are soooooo strained from the constant touring they've been doing for about a year now that the doctors said "Stop now, or risk permanent damage." Damn homie! If you weren't feeling good, you should have said so!!!
My raven can't caw right now. *pouts*
Anyways, I dread hitting the official board, for fear of seeing mulitple threads of kids lamenting the fact that they didn't get to see the band play.
TOUGH SHIT MOTHER FUCKERS! DAVEY'S SICK! GET OVER IT!
Yeah, I can stay happy, cause I still got my show...but fuck...now I wonder if he was really up for that show, and I feel bad because he might not have been...but damn homie, that's committment to your job, yo! They've got a thread going, wishing him a speedy recovery, and it's almost all the same message: "We love you Davey! Get well fast and come back to tour for us!"
Greedy fucks.
I put in something along the lines of how I felt bad that he had to make that decision, that it's for the best, he shouldn't let anyone get to him or make him feel bad for this, focus on himself and what he needs and take as much time as he needs to get better. Basically a "Fuck the masses, do what you gotta do, yo!" message. But I really do feel for him. I was like that, with my voice being severely fucked up for like a month straight. I JUST got back to full health not even a month ago. Not fun stuff, kiddies, not fun stuff.
Yeah, kids aren't liking me right now. But fuck them, they're just little board brats.
Anyways, left that message, got ready to go and left to catch a bus...which never came, so I had to walk two miles to the gallery. But hey, I needed the exercise.
Once I get to the gallery, I'm not even 20 feet from the entrance, and lo and behold - two dumbfucks from my old school's newspaper, Allie and Steve, spot me, freak out and skitter inside. I'm all "Crap. Great. Now I'm gonna get hell for coming here."
(Quick time warp recap: I had a major falling out with a lot of people at the San Jose City College Times last semester, and those same people are on the staff again this year. And they don't like me.)
So anyways, I get there and I'm feeling all uncomfortable and shit, because as soon as I walk into the main room, I get pointed out and EVERYONE from the newspaper that's there whips their head around and stares at me.
Great way to single me out, fuckers!
But then, Paolo shows up from outta nowhere and sees me and gets this "HOLY SHIT YOU MADE IT" look on his face. I showed him my pics from San Bernardino and told him about what had just happened and that I was afraid they'd start shit. He's all "Fuck them, you're in good company. You came to see me and my boys, so enjoy yourself and ignore them."
Man's got a point.
The rest of the night went well. My friend Jocelyn showed up with her friends, including our old friend Michael Lerma (Sperma). I ran into a former staffer, Oliver, good kid that one is. Jocy, of course, is still friends with some of the newspaper freaks, as is Lerma. They wanted to talk to "them", so I just went off and did my own thing, talked to some other people I knew while they conversed.
Best to avoid controversy.
The dj gig was off the chain, y'all!
Paolo's group is called the Fingerbangerz...and they're fucking tight as hell! Those of you who are SJ natives need to check their shit out. I demand that of you.
The only thing about the evening that made me flip out and nearly run out of the gallery is that my old teacher, Nancy showed up.
PS) She is the adviser to the newspaper.
She just popped up outta nowhere when I was talking to Lerma, and when I spotted her, I fucking ran to the other side of the room. I don't want her accusing me of talking to her when it was clear I wasn't.
BUT, to piss her off, when I went to leave and was saying bye to Lerma and one of his friends, I hugged them both, smiled, cracked a joke or two and waved - all while Nancy was just GLARING at me - and acted as though she didn't exist.
Haha, what bitch, you think I can't see you glaring at me out of the corner of my eye? Get a fucking life, cunt.
So, yeah, walked my ass home, stopped at Mickey D's for a salad and nuggets, got home and here I am, waiting for Amber to pop up online...and shit...
Yeah I'm done.
Updated at 1:30 am...yeah...Davey actually has a cyst on his vocal chords and has to undergo surgery.
Now I really DO feel horrid....
Gettting to the radtastic part was a bitch.
Today was payday. Yay. Not much for a paycheck, but I was able to pay off a bit of my rent, so I only owe around $700 now. But getting the money order in...oh god, I learned just how much of an impatient fuck I am. First off, there's this machine at 7 11 that acts as an atm, check cashing machine, money order machine, ect. I couldn't get a money order from there. I had gotten out of work at 4, and it's 5:45 now. So I had to hop a bus to downtown Willow Glen, get a money order and hop a bus back....but the bus I tried to catch took off without me, so I had to wait nearly a half hour until the next bus came. Got home around 6:30, ran the money order to the landlady and came back to get ready for the art show/dj gig. Go to check my emails first....and god damn was I in for a shocker.
AFI CANCELLED THE REST OF THEIR TOUR!
I was like O_O...ho-ly shit, what happened?!?! This is a band that LIVES for playing! Turns out that Davey's vocal chords are soooooo strained from the constant touring they've been doing for about a year now that the doctors said "Stop now, or risk permanent damage." Damn homie! If you weren't feeling good, you should have said so!!!
My raven can't caw right now. *pouts*
Anyways, I dread hitting the official board, for fear of seeing mulitple threads of kids lamenting the fact that they didn't get to see the band play.
TOUGH SHIT MOTHER FUCKERS! DAVEY'S SICK! GET OVER IT!
Yeah, I can stay happy, cause I still got my show...but fuck...now I wonder if he was really up for that show, and I feel bad because he might not have been...but damn homie, that's committment to your job, yo! They've got a thread going, wishing him a speedy recovery, and it's almost all the same message: "We love you Davey! Get well fast and come back to tour for us!"
Greedy fucks.
I put in something along the lines of how I felt bad that he had to make that decision, that it's for the best, he shouldn't let anyone get to him or make him feel bad for this, focus on himself and what he needs and take as much time as he needs to get better. Basically a "Fuck the masses, do what you gotta do, yo!" message. But I really do feel for him. I was like that, with my voice being severely fucked up for like a month straight. I JUST got back to full health not even a month ago. Not fun stuff, kiddies, not fun stuff.
Yeah, kids aren't liking me right now. But fuck them, they're just little board brats.
Anyways, left that message, got ready to go and left to catch a bus...which never came, so I had to walk two miles to the gallery. But hey, I needed the exercise.
Once I get to the gallery, I'm not even 20 feet from the entrance, and lo and behold - two dumbfucks from my old school's newspaper, Allie and Steve, spot me, freak out and skitter inside. I'm all "Crap. Great. Now I'm gonna get hell for coming here."
(Quick time warp recap: I had a major falling out with a lot of people at the San Jose City College Times last semester, and those same people are on the staff again this year. And they don't like me.)
So anyways, I get there and I'm feeling all uncomfortable and shit, because as soon as I walk into the main room, I get pointed out and EVERYONE from the newspaper that's there whips their head around and stares at me.
Great way to single me out, fuckers!
But then, Paolo shows up from outta nowhere and sees me and gets this "HOLY SHIT YOU MADE IT" look on his face. I showed him my pics from San Bernardino and told him about what had just happened and that I was afraid they'd start shit. He's all "Fuck them, you're in good company. You came to see me and my boys, so enjoy yourself and ignore them."
Man's got a point.
The rest of the night went well. My friend Jocelyn showed up with her friends, including our old friend Michael Lerma (Sperma). I ran into a former staffer, Oliver, good kid that one is. Jocy, of course, is still friends with some of the newspaper freaks, as is Lerma. They wanted to talk to "them", so I just went off and did my own thing, talked to some other people I knew while they conversed.
Best to avoid controversy.
The dj gig was off the chain, y'all!
Paolo's group is called the Fingerbangerz...and they're fucking tight as hell! Those of you who are SJ natives need to check their shit out. I demand that of you.
The only thing about the evening that made me flip out and nearly run out of the gallery is that my old teacher, Nancy showed up.
PS) She is the adviser to the newspaper.
She just popped up outta nowhere when I was talking to Lerma, and when I spotted her, I fucking ran to the other side of the room. I don't want her accusing me of talking to her when it was clear I wasn't.
BUT, to piss her off, when I went to leave and was saying bye to Lerma and one of his friends, I hugged them both, smiled, cracked a joke or two and waved - all while Nancy was just GLARING at me - and acted as though she didn't exist.
Haha, what bitch, you think I can't see you glaring at me out of the corner of my eye? Get a fucking life, cunt.
So, yeah, walked my ass home, stopped at Mickey D's for a salad and nuggets, got home and here I am, waiting for Amber to pop up online...and shit...
Yeah I'm done.
Updated at 1:30 am...yeah...Davey actually has a cyst on his vocal chords and has to undergo surgery.
Now I really DO feel horrid....
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Glad you had a good time and didn't let "them" fuck up your evening. You acted very mature by the sound of it, so I would be willing to bet that your being a grown up about things pissed them off. Good work!