I woke up today and really didn't want to go to work. It wasn't that I didn't like my job or that I hated work, it was more that I was just tired of being in Radioshack. When I got to work I realized why: today was my seventh day of work in a row. Thank Jebus that I have tomorrow and Wednesday off!
The Sirius station that we play at work is giving me severe flashbacks to the middle school era; they keep playing things like "The Freshman" by The Verve Pipe and "Lump" by The Presidents of The United States of America. I'll be talking to a customer and, suddenly, I'll get a vision of all the boys and girls standing on opposite sides of the gym at the sixth grade halloween dance. It's definitely a very strange type of nostalgia.
I've been in this weird poppish mood lately; a good portion of what I've been listening to has consisted of A Small Victory, Saves The Day, My Chemical Romance, and Zolof The Rock And Roll Destroyer. But, of course, I've been balancing my sugar intake with a few doses of Cave In and Lightning Bolt.
I also pulled out some ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead stuff and quickly remembered why I was so into them for a period last year. I need to go see them again, too; they were awesome live. They also have one of the coolest band names ever.
Tonight I'm in one of those sporatic moods I get in. One of those songwriting moods. I suppose this is a good thing. However, it would be great if one day I could overcome my songwriting disability, namely that I can't (unless just writing instrumental parts) write anything but pop songs. I've always been this way, too. Back in the old high school band I wrote all of the songs and, in retrospect, it didn't matter how much gain I layered on the guitars, or how unintelligible the vocals were; they were still pop songs, still verse/chorus/verse and such. Ah well.
I start classes again in just under a month, which means it's about time to decide what to take this semester. Now, I'm about finished with all of my cores and electives and so should move on to my major classes. But, of course, my major requires a prerequisite introductory class before admission into the school. So, in other words, I have a grand total of two classes to take this semester: Spanish and Intro to Journalism. And I've pretty much already taken all those "Hey, I have some spare hours and this class looks cool" classes and all of the Lit and History classes that one can take without fist taking the major prerequisite classes. Bah!
Anyway, as I was saying, the guitar is calling me. Later, bitches!
The Sirius station that we play at work is giving me severe flashbacks to the middle school era; they keep playing things like "The Freshman" by The Verve Pipe and "Lump" by The Presidents of The United States of America. I'll be talking to a customer and, suddenly, I'll get a vision of all the boys and girls standing on opposite sides of the gym at the sixth grade halloween dance. It's definitely a very strange type of nostalgia.
I've been in this weird poppish mood lately; a good portion of what I've been listening to has consisted of A Small Victory, Saves The Day, My Chemical Romance, and Zolof The Rock And Roll Destroyer. But, of course, I've been balancing my sugar intake with a few doses of Cave In and Lightning Bolt.
I also pulled out some ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead stuff and quickly remembered why I was so into them for a period last year. I need to go see them again, too; they were awesome live. They also have one of the coolest band names ever.
Tonight I'm in one of those sporatic moods I get in. One of those songwriting moods. I suppose this is a good thing. However, it would be great if one day I could overcome my songwriting disability, namely that I can't (unless just writing instrumental parts) write anything but pop songs. I've always been this way, too. Back in the old high school band I wrote all of the songs and, in retrospect, it didn't matter how much gain I layered on the guitars, or how unintelligible the vocals were; they were still pop songs, still verse/chorus/verse and such. Ah well.
I start classes again in just under a month, which means it's about time to decide what to take this semester. Now, I'm about finished with all of my cores and electives and so should move on to my major classes. But, of course, my major requires a prerequisite introductory class before admission into the school. So, in other words, I have a grand total of two classes to take this semester: Spanish and Intro to Journalism. And I've pretty much already taken all those "Hey, I have some spare hours and this class looks cool" classes and all of the Lit and History classes that one can take without fist taking the major prerequisite classes. Bah!
Anyway, as I was saying, the guitar is calling me. Later, bitches!
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unnecessaryz:
I worked at a sporting goods store once and I'm fairly certain the radio station we listened to was controlled by the exact same Accepted-By-The-Public Robot that yours is.
flux:
God, that sounds like something your dad would say.