Being Grace

The pub crawl was packed. Didn't get to do as much drinking as I might have liked. But that's not always a bad thing. Got to see lots of friends, and that's all that fucking matters. I used to enjoy my solitude so much, but right now I just want to hang with my friends as much as possible.

Gaslight

Went on a moonlight tour of Kyle and Danielle's new house. Really, really cool. They are excited, I am excited for them. Big thangs ahead!

Narcissus

Where's Waldo? Texas Toast Jam.

Morningside

This morning started off poorly. Like a lot of mornings have, as of late. I wake up, and I start counting. I have always done this on weekdays. I don't want to get up to do whatever I have to do (go to work), so when I wake up, I start counting. I'll tell myself, "count to 21, then get up." Or, "count to 30, then get up". Or, "count to 44, then get up." Those are usually the three numbers I will count to. 21 because it's my birthday, 30 because I used to enjoy MTV, and 44 because that was my number in high school, on the baseball team. It's like an extended snooze, but self-imposed.

Like I said, I've done this for a while. At least a few years. That's not the problem. The problem is, recently I've been counting up to much larger numbers. I almost hit 100 this morning, after a string of other, smaller numbers. I just haven't been as able- or willing, I should say- to get up.

It'll pass. It's gonna get better, it'll just take a while. And that is absolutely fine, and very normal. People who love me tell me this. More than that- after it gets better, it'll get great. Sunrises like this assure me.

Guitars, Cadillacs, etc.

In the rotation, heavily in the rotation, for as long as I care to remember. He's coming to town in late December. Stoked.

Scrubs n' Pigeons

Mike check, one.

Mike check, two.

Well...don't use hot water next time! You're gonna ruin my Dickies, chickenhead.

In Here, with Us...

Love this flick. LOVE it. But my skin crawled as I uploaded this shit. A vulgar display of power, indeed. This blog is probably going to crash now.

High Gain

And his subjects gathered 'round him

Like the leaves around a tree

In their clothes of many colors

For the angry gods to see

And the women all were beautiful

And the men stood straight and strong

They offered life in sacrifice

So that others could go on

 

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The ticket was more than it was supposed to be. The opening band sucked so bad it was all I could do not to scream. The merch was all incredible- but expensive- so I forced myself not to buy any.

None of that matters. The Dinosaur Jr. set was absolutely, positively, fucking amazing. I wore a shit-eating grin the whole time. I stood/heard in awe the whole time. I knew, the whole time, that I was watching the best guitar playing that I would ever see in my entire life. I will go to many, many more shows in my life. I will spend thousands of dollars on records and cd's throughout the course of my life. But I'm also gonna go to my grave having never again been moved by guitar playing in the way that I was last night. That shit just doesn't happen twice. That's okay- almost everything else does.

Anyway now I can say that I've experienced it, for one time at least. Like Wonka said, "everybody has been given one- and one is enough for anybody."

There never really is a good time

There's always nothing much to say

Pretty good, not doing that fine

Getting up most every day 

You're Living All Over Me

Went to the dentist today. First time in almost three years. Several cavities were found, several cavities were filled. I can remember better Thursdays. Been trying to stay positive, though. With that in mind:

-I got to experience partial facial paralysis for the first time.

-The woman who cleaned my teeth asked me if I ever thought about a career in acting. I laughed, then lied and told her that I hadn't.

Dinosaur Jr. is playing at Fitzgerald's tomorrow, for twenty bux. Be there, buffalo-butt breath.

Count on it, you pee-drinking crap face!

Passionate About Cats

Evil Ways

I'd sell my soul for a bottle of gin

Or trade it for a pack of smokes

 My evil ways have conquered me

And I know there is no turning back

There is a hole in my soul

That cannot be filled

God knows that I've tried

And blood has been spilled