When I Take A Look Back At This Stupid Game...

...I cannot find a reason why I'm still playin'."
~I Am Only Your Side Effect

Oh wow, what a weekend. Nothing incredible happened, but it was just a really long weekend. In kind of a bad way. Well, not bad, but not awesome...You know. Here's the deal:

Friday night: school, work, home, sleep.

Saturday: Woke up relatively early. Left for Hayesville around 3. The show started at 6. I didn't leave 'til after midnight. Holy crap. Long day? I think so. Why was I there so long? I was planning on 4 bands, there wound up being 7. How did this happen? Apparently, some of these bands "talked to Chris." I don't know who Chris is, and they were really rude. Well. 2 1/2 of them were. Although they were rude, I still filmed some of their sets and they'll be up on YouTube shortly. All of the bands did well and everyone seemed to have fun though, so hooray. I wound up going to bed around 3, as a band was staying at my house, and then had to wake up early for...

Sunday: 12 1/2 hour shift. Oh joy. And we actually stayed fairly steady for the first Sunday night in...ever. When I get home, I can't go to sleep until like two. Ahhhh.

In other news, after months, Rollie is finally done with his album, "Flawless Mistake." I should be getting the artwork within the next day or so, and the CD will be out mid-next Month, along with our new stickers, buttons, shirts, and hopefully sampler. Woohoo! Matt K also just got done with his new CD. Wheee!

So anyway, I've decided that since I have no life and because I just want to, I'm going to start reading at least 50 pages a night until I get tired of doing so. So I'll probably be done by mid next week. I'm a terrible person. So far I've read all of All Alone in the Universe, by Lynne Rae Perkins. Never heard of it? Me either. I just went to the library and kind of grabbed random books that seemed halfway interesting. It was ok, but it seemed like it was written for a 6th grader. It took about an hour and a half to read. Next on the list is Twilight. Sorry for taking forever with that, Krieger. Things got crazy for a bit, but I'll be done by the end of next week. After that comes "The Redemptioner," "Taking Lottie Home," and "The Akhenaten Adventure." And I need to finish "Evasion." And "Different Seasons." And start "Catch-22." And the books Ben and Ed gave me. And tons of other stuff. So yes. Books, books, books. Words, words, words. Word.

And at the moment, that is all. I wish my brother would stop burping / making farting noises and get out of my room. I swear, he acts like a five-year-old 75% of the time.

So We Don't Talk...

...though it seems to be
the one true cure for the disease
that tears relationships apart
though you'll say something like
"how's it going"
watch me cringe
i never want to hear those words again..."
~The Max Levine Ensemble

Well, it's been awhile, and guess what! Nothing of any importance has happened! Big surprise, huh? Don't worry though, I'm going to include every sundry detail of uhhhh...everything that's happened since my last post.

Or not.

Friday, the 1st -- Was gonna ride with someone over to the skate park because I was almost out of gas and had zero money on me. We all plan to meet up at Wendy's right after school, but I got ditched. Awesome. Thanks a lot. Oh, and I find out that someone has taken two rather important screws out of my guitar, but no one knows anything about it. So anyway, I get over to the skate park and the second I pull into the parking lot I get get a call from Michael Driskell. He's still in Blairsville. I could've ridden with him, but no. Whatever. So, as people start showing up for this here shindig, Michael jokingly says to me, "Dude, you should go steal that kid's skateboard." Of course, I go along and say, "Dude, ok." So I go to hop over this thing I've jumped over a million times before...But this time doesn't make a million and one. The back of my foot catches, chin meets asphalt, asphalt meets chin, chin stays on asphalt. Magical. I get up laughing about it, seemingly unscathed, but a bunch of people tell me I'm bleeding. A lot. I wind up almost passing out, but was fine within a few minutes and a bottle of water. No stitches required, but I do have a rather disgusting looking scab now. Woohoo.

Oh, and as for the show, everyone was rude and talked through the solo guy's set, and MkJag sucked really bad, but other than that everything went well.

That's about it really. Have a list of crap.

Things I'm Tired Of:

-- Waking up tired
-- Falling down
-- Subdivisions
-- Deforestation
-- People
-- Stupid questions
-- Being broke
-- Randy Zimmerman
-- Drama
-- Writers' block
-- My mom calling me
-- Driving
-- People
-- High School
-- Going to the Post Office
-- Me
-- Living at home
-- Not having a band
-- Un-good "spelin'" 'n "grammer" on da interweb
-- Not having any firewire cable at my immediate disposal
-- Waiting
-- The internet
-- Holding on to certain things from the past
-- Trying to do something positive for the community through music, but either getting a rude response or none at all
-- People
-- People
-- People
-- People
-- People
-- People
-- People
-- People

Enough complaining. I'm going to bed.