well, today wasnt all that bad of a day. hung out with an old friend of mine and watched a bit of Interview with the Vampire. went to work *which of course, sucked). and.. the masterpiece. my mom came over and made me some fried salmon patties. i know it doesnt sound like much, but considering ive been living on crappy pizzas, chicken and rice, and ramen for the past year or so, its a very welcome change.
but, lets see.. overview of the weekend.
friday was another local show.. wasnt really impressed, but then again i never am. all the local talent around here goes for the 'i can yell, we have loud screeching guitars.. we are gods' bullshit. no one ever realizes (around here, anyways) that actually singing to those guitars is alot harder, and sounds a whole hell of alot better. but i guess thats just me. had about 6-7 people in 20 minutes come up to me and ask me if i knew i looked like Dave Mustaine. well, Dave or Jerry Cantrell. neither of which is an insult, but i just dont see it. i mean fuck, ive been told i look like Edward Furlong. uh.. how? anyways, finished up that night by going home and going to sleep, woo.
saturday, was supposed to start gettin my calves done, but my artist ended up callin in sick. sucks, but its cool. id rather it turn out perfect rather than turnin up like shit, and gettin him out of his house. well, the day passed over at my friend zachs house. well, his front porch anyways. doin the usual harass the fuck oout of anyone that drives/walks by. fun stuff, occasionally. well, around 11-12 at night we ended up goin to my house with about 15 other people and gettin intoxicated. i must say, i think Brass Monkies are going to become my new favorite drink. anyways, i tried gettin this girls number.. only to be shot down. damn women and their constant 'i have a boyfriend' crap. be single for meeeee! or some such. *shrug*
sunday.. hrm.. hung out back on zachs porch doin jackshit, because no one was around to harass for some reason. stood in the street, throwing metal rings around, skippin them off of sewer grats and such. meh, easily amused we are. anyways, after hanging out there and not doing a damn thing, i split over to my friend fuzzs house, to see lynda
. well, she was over there maybe 15 minutes, and they started watching Nosferatu, and turned out all the lights. well, i must be a bird or something, because soon as it gets dark i pass out. anyways, woke up about 2-3 hours later, with tape all over my shoes and both of them grinning at me evilly. i love females, even when they give you the death glare, they look cute. ew, i said cute *cringe*.
and, as for today, already recapped it. anyways, leave me some love, i feel oh so lonely
edit: and to my suprise on Saturday, Tilly (whom ive spoken to once or twice) had her set put up. now that, my friends, is fucking awesome/hot/head explodingly good
but, lets see.. overview of the weekend.
friday was another local show.. wasnt really impressed, but then again i never am. all the local talent around here goes for the 'i can yell, we have loud screeching guitars.. we are gods' bullshit. no one ever realizes (around here, anyways) that actually singing to those guitars is alot harder, and sounds a whole hell of alot better. but i guess thats just me. had about 6-7 people in 20 minutes come up to me and ask me if i knew i looked like Dave Mustaine. well, Dave or Jerry Cantrell. neither of which is an insult, but i just dont see it. i mean fuck, ive been told i look like Edward Furlong. uh.. how? anyways, finished up that night by going home and going to sleep, woo.
saturday, was supposed to start gettin my calves done, but my artist ended up callin in sick. sucks, but its cool. id rather it turn out perfect rather than turnin up like shit, and gettin him out of his house. well, the day passed over at my friend zachs house. well, his front porch anyways. doin the usual harass the fuck oout of anyone that drives/walks by. fun stuff, occasionally. well, around 11-12 at night we ended up goin to my house with about 15 other people and gettin intoxicated. i must say, i think Brass Monkies are going to become my new favorite drink. anyways, i tried gettin this girls number.. only to be shot down. damn women and their constant 'i have a boyfriend' crap. be single for meeeee! or some such. *shrug*
sunday.. hrm.. hung out back on zachs porch doin jackshit, because no one was around to harass for some reason. stood in the street, throwing metal rings around, skippin them off of sewer grats and such. meh, easily amused we are. anyways, after hanging out there and not doing a damn thing, i split over to my friend fuzzs house, to see lynda
. well, she was over there maybe 15 minutes, and they started watching Nosferatu, and turned out all the lights. well, i must be a bird or something, because soon as it gets dark i pass out. anyways, woke up about 2-3 hours later, with tape all over my shoes and both of them grinning at me evilly. i love females, even when they give you the death glare, they look cute. ew, i said cute *cringe*.
and, as for today, already recapped it. anyways, leave me some love, i feel oh so lonely
edit: and to my suprise on Saturday, Tilly (whom ive spoken to once or twice) had her set put up. now that, my friends, is fucking awesome/hot/head explodingly good