Another morning, another day at school. This weekend was pretty incredible to say the least, so I guess I'll share.
On Friday, my band recorded our demo of Hero. It sounds incredible for having done it in my lead guitarist's basement, and the mastered version is so good apparently that it'll blow my mind when I hear it. After that, my rhythm and lead guitarists and I went to a party in Highland Park which apparently ended up being at my friend's girlfriend's house. I saw the guy while drunk as all hell and he was like "how did you find our house?" And I apparently said in a drunken slur "liv mag k." I don't really know how he didn't understand me, but I may have said something along the lines of "with magic" which makes A LOT more sense.
So after that, we went and bought a bottle of Jack Daniels and went to my hook's house to drink. That was fucking awesome because we ended up rolling in around 2, crashing there, and leaving again at 10 to go to IHOP. Holy hell, we had a blast. And then on Saturday, we went in and mastered Hero which is what I'm wanting to hear this morning when I get to school to meet my lead guitarist before classes start. Sunday was a lazy day. I was supposed to study, but apparently I wasn't in the mood because I didn't do anything but sleep. I could swear I slept for at least 24 hours. I'd be so perfect for a cat to have as an owner as we'd both be sleeping 90% of the time we're home.
So now I'm going to school, and I'm 100% sober. That's not funny, because I don't want to go to classes sober. That's when anxiety kicks in and I don't like anxiety. I'm going to try and get some Jack out of the left over bottle, but I don't think it'll be anywhere near enough to help me concentrate. I'd kill for a bowl too, but no dice. Oh well.
So today I have Rock History, Health, and Psychology. I don't think I'm going to go to psych because I'm not enrolled so I don't go for a grade, just to learn. I found another professor I like more who knows me more personally, and her teaching technique is way better in my opinion. There aren't as many stupid people either, and the people who do attend are pretty okay as far as learning goes. Whatever, I'm rambling.
K, fuck you all. Time to get dressed. Peace!
On Friday, my band recorded our demo of Hero. It sounds incredible for having done it in my lead guitarist's basement, and the mastered version is so good apparently that it'll blow my mind when I hear it. After that, my rhythm and lead guitarists and I went to a party in Highland Park which apparently ended up being at my friend's girlfriend's house. I saw the guy while drunk as all hell and he was like "how did you find our house?" And I apparently said in a drunken slur "liv mag k." I don't really know how he didn't understand me, but I may have said something along the lines of "with magic" which makes A LOT more sense.
So after that, we went and bought a bottle of Jack Daniels and went to my hook's house to drink. That was fucking awesome because we ended up rolling in around 2, crashing there, and leaving again at 10 to go to IHOP. Holy hell, we had a blast. And then on Saturday, we went in and mastered Hero which is what I'm wanting to hear this morning when I get to school to meet my lead guitarist before classes start. Sunday was a lazy day. I was supposed to study, but apparently I wasn't in the mood because I didn't do anything but sleep. I could swear I slept for at least 24 hours. I'd be so perfect for a cat to have as an owner as we'd both be sleeping 90% of the time we're home.
So now I'm going to school, and I'm 100% sober. That's not funny, because I don't want to go to classes sober. That's when anxiety kicks in and I don't like anxiety. I'm going to try and get some Jack out of the left over bottle, but I don't think it'll be anywhere near enough to help me concentrate. I'd kill for a bowl too, but no dice. Oh well.
So today I have Rock History, Health, and Psychology. I don't think I'm going to go to psych because I'm not enrolled so I don't go for a grade, just to learn. I found another professor I like more who knows me more personally, and her teaching technique is way better in my opinion. There aren't as many stupid people either, and the people who do attend are pretty okay as far as learning goes. Whatever, I'm rambling.
K, fuck you all. Time to get dressed. Peace!
We don't have them north of the border...
Sounds like you had a rockin' weekend, though! And that's awesome.