Boston was cold. eleven below after the wind chill, to be precise. i loved it. every bit of it. harvard and cheers, and subways and six dollar camels. damn.
my old band is reuniting for one night on march 16. i'm nervous. what if we're so good that i get pissed we aren't together anymore? oh well. at least i'm getting paid. let me know if you want a sticker and i'll send you one. or come to juanita's to hear us and buy one. cheap ass.
i'll have a masters degree in higher education this may. i'll be the most overqualified waiter at mike's place. but at least i'll have my damn degree. and you can't take that away, lee greenwood.
quitting smoking is a bitch. i've done it three times this year. after spring break, no more. well, after comps, no more. well, after i find a job...ah shit.
i hear quite the buzz about the arctic monkeys, but i've yet to listen to them. they're supposed to be all the rage in britain this year, kinda like keane was last year. and what happened to them? i liked those guys a ton.
if you had your choice of buying the new album by your favorite indie artist online or through itunes, or by going down to the cool, hip local music shop where the hot owner is always playing good music and giving free coffee out by the cup, which would you do?
26 February 2006
12 February 2006
I'll Just Fall
hmmm...a neglected blog. are there consequences and repercussions for such a crime?
i must say that Lucero get better every time i see them. and having the opportunity to work the backstage area at a show is quite the treat. i seriously want to be a serious musician. or just own a record store. either way, i think i'd be content.
martin sexton once said that women and wine don't go too well. but you know what does? beer and pizza. give us a song about that, martin, and we shall love you forever. well, we kinda already do.
i still haven't quit smoking. i'm thinking about it a lot more, though. and if it's the thought that counts, then i'm soooo money.
i'm going to boston in a week. i've never been. i think i might need to buy some gloves. any suggestions on places to eat/drink/pass out?
ooh, look! a soap box!
what is it about valentine's day that gets people so riled up? you know what i say to those people? try spending that day hopelessly single and desperately alone. or a thousand miles away from the one you love. then see how exciting it is.
having said that, i hope everyone who is happily relationshipped uses the day to think about why they are so happy. then buy her flowers. not roses, though. of any color. try tulips. bunches of 'em.
i must say that Lucero get better every time i see them. and having the opportunity to work the backstage area at a show is quite the treat. i seriously want to be a serious musician. or just own a record store. either way, i think i'd be content.
martin sexton once said that women and wine don't go too well. but you know what does? beer and pizza. give us a song about that, martin, and we shall love you forever. well, we kinda already do.
i still haven't quit smoking. i'm thinking about it a lot more, though. and if it's the thought that counts, then i'm soooo money.
i'm going to boston in a week. i've never been. i think i might need to buy some gloves. any suggestions on places to eat/drink/pass out?
ooh, look! a soap box!
what is it about valentine's day that gets people so riled up? you know what i say to those people? try spending that day hopelessly single and desperately alone. or a thousand miles away from the one you love. then see how exciting it is.
having said that, i hope everyone who is happily relationshipped uses the day to think about why they are so happy. then buy her flowers. not roses, though. of any color. try tulips. bunches of 'em.
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