woah, what a weekend. this is just for me to remember.
saturday: up at 7 am, work 4.5 hours, go to lunch, bike to the train, head to the show (at a friend's house), i get to my friend's house to find him lying flat on his face cuz his back is OUT, show still goes on, watched positive reinforcement and listened to the other bands from my friend's bedroom, spend the nite there since friend is way out of commission, keep getting woken up by him grimacing or asking me for favors, i did get enough sleep though
sunday: up at 9:30 am, try to help friend ease the pain or see if he wants more vicodin, buy some necessities at dominicks, get some french toast at burger king, sit in front of a computer for 3 hours, start making lunch and then right after we find out his kitty is MISSING (fuck!), while making lunch i call for her, no luck, i eat my lunch and head out when his parents come by to help, head up to the northside for the show, bbq before the show(!), found out one of my straight-edge friends is "pregnant" (no more X), show is awesome, chronic seizure=awesome, strung up=fucking rad, direct control=holy fucking goddamn good, "pregnant" friend insists on buying me a new band shirt (small size) cuz the one i was wearing is huge on me (and soaking wet from sweat), head to the beat kitchen with a car full of punks to see the avengers, effigies play before avengers(!), avengers=highlight of my summer!!!, head to get some grub (in the rain) with my strung up/direct control LP under my shirt, eat a veg burrito and drink an horchata, the coolest chicago punk couple offer their place for me to crash at, lights out at 3 am
monday: up at 6:55 am, take a very quick shower, eat an apple, head to the pink line, head out of chicago at 8:35, start work at 9:57, pizza party day (the only highlight of working a fucking holiday in a store that's busy as fuck), work till 6:11, bike part of the way to the 'rents house, grrrlfriend calls and asks for help/action cuz anti-choicers are going to be picketing in her high school's parking lot this wednesday (i got enough shit for that!), eat some corn and a tofutti cutie and drink some soy chai, type this shit out
i'm fucking exhausted. i'm hitting the sack.
saturday: up at 7 am, work 4.5 hours, go to lunch, bike to the train, head to the show (at a friend's house), i get to my friend's house to find him lying flat on his face cuz his back is OUT, show still goes on, watched positive reinforcement and listened to the other bands from my friend's bedroom, spend the nite there since friend is way out of commission, keep getting woken up by him grimacing or asking me for favors, i did get enough sleep though
sunday: up at 9:30 am, try to help friend ease the pain or see if he wants more vicodin, buy some necessities at dominicks, get some french toast at burger king, sit in front of a computer for 3 hours, start making lunch and then right after we find out his kitty is MISSING (fuck!), while making lunch i call for her, no luck, i eat my lunch and head out when his parents come by to help, head up to the northside for the show, bbq before the show(!), found out one of my straight-edge friends is "pregnant" (no more X), show is awesome, chronic seizure=awesome, strung up=fucking rad, direct control=holy fucking goddamn good, "pregnant" friend insists on buying me a new band shirt (small size) cuz the one i was wearing is huge on me (and soaking wet from sweat), head to the beat kitchen with a car full of punks to see the avengers, effigies play before avengers(!), avengers=highlight of my summer!!!, head to get some grub (in the rain) with my strung up/direct control LP under my shirt, eat a veg burrito and drink an horchata, the coolest chicago punk couple offer their place for me to crash at, lights out at 3 am
monday: up at 6:55 am, take a very quick shower, eat an apple, head to the pink line, head out of chicago at 8:35, start work at 9:57, pizza party day (the only highlight of working a fucking holiday in a store that's busy as fuck), work till 6:11, bike part of the way to the 'rents house, grrrlfriend calls and asks for help/action cuz anti-choicers are going to be picketing in her high school's parking lot this wednesday (i got enough shit for that!), eat some corn and a tofutti cutie and drink some soy chai, type this shit out
i'm fucking exhausted. i'm hitting the sack.
apexxx:
thats quite a busy weekend
kisston:
mmmmhhhmmmm!!!!!