brubaker

So I was a judge at a Battle Of The Bands at a local university the other night. It was fun, and it was just the distraction I needed from my life at the moment. I gotta tell ya, though, the other three judges were fucking clueless. Seriously, they gave first prize out to some band that looked like a cross between The Strokes and Motley Crue, sounded like Matchbox 20, and sold their CD at Hot Topic, I shit you not. I mean, they were so corporate rock and so assembled-by-committee that I could've sworn I saw a TIme-Warner logo tattooed to their foreheads. After that, I met a couple married friends at a bar the husband was dj-ing at. He spun a lot of good soul and even spun a Dusty Springfield song for me. It's been kind of a troublesome couple of days, though. I've had so much on my mind that I bought my first pack of cigarettes in months. It helped a little, but I suddenly remembered why I quit in the first place. Smoking's fucking disgusting.

On a side note, I was really afraid of being left alone with my own thoughts after finding nothing to do tonight and everything that's been going on lately, but there's nothing like a few nice text messages and emails to get your mind off things. Even though some of them live so far away, sometimes I forget that I'm as lucky as I am to have the close friends that I do.