almost robots.
I hope I get this post over with in a haste.
Wednesday started with me skipping class.
Irresponsibility has to start somewhere.
I sat around all day doing shitty internet things.
The potluck was a bust, no one came.
I shouldn't say that, a few friends dropped by here and there throughout the night.
Reflections was alright, I heckled the bands as usual.
Also gave Dan a hug in the middle of his set, I didn't know it was his birthday!
Bearly's was a riot.
Lachie and Mark Black's 'Too Drunk To Fuck' caused Riley to break his foot.
Who breaks a bone at kareoke?
We managed to gather a group of 18 people out to breakfast.
APPLEBARREL INVASION.
Good ending to the night.
I went to Mitch's the next morning.
We headed down to the office supplies maze and to Junk&Foibles.
Work was alright, I hate how my new bosses re-arranged our store.
I also hate the way they comment on the previous state of the store.
Its like they're making fun of us, go fuck yourselves.
Some weird happened, this guy, he knew my name.
Now I know that doesn't sound weird, but there was no way for him to actually know my name.
It was kind of freaky.
When I was waiting for the bus to go home, he was there, we talked more but he refused to tell me how he knew my name.
And now he knows where I get off on the bus.
We practiced Friday, sober practice.
The Hold kept coming to pick up stuff for the show, I got embarrased.
Its one thing to do this shit drunk, but sober its brutal.
I think were getting better, as better as we'll get anyways.
Alfred and I headed down to the One World.
Be Bad really did it for me that night, I enjoyed their set a great deal.
There was fake fights, fireworks, and vomiting during the show.
I had a gross slice of pizza from Randy's and ended up at Emily's.
I liked the group I was surrounded by, it was an interesting get together.
I went to work early, did 3 shifts worth of prep and couldn't leave early.
I cried twice and wrote out 3 letters of resignation.
Bad day at work.
I got home and my roommate drank half of booze.
Whew, I'm pretty irrational when it comes to my vices, I yelled a lot.
I keep yawning.
I'll save Robots and Pink Floyd for tomorrow.
I love Stephen Cooke.
Wednesday started with me skipping class.
Irresponsibility has to start somewhere.
I sat around all day doing shitty internet things.
The potluck was a bust, no one came.
I shouldn't say that, a few friends dropped by here and there throughout the night.
Reflections was alright, I heckled the bands as usual.
Also gave Dan a hug in the middle of his set, I didn't know it was his birthday!
Bearly's was a riot.
Lachie and Mark Black's 'Too Drunk To Fuck' caused Riley to break his foot.
Who breaks a bone at kareoke?
We managed to gather a group of 18 people out to breakfast.
APPLEBARREL INVASION.
Good ending to the night.
I went to Mitch's the next morning.
We headed down to the office supplies maze and to Junk&Foibles.
Work was alright, I hate how my new bosses re-arranged our store.
I also hate the way they comment on the previous state of the store.
Its like they're making fun of us, go fuck yourselves.
Some weird happened, this guy, he knew my name.
Now I know that doesn't sound weird, but there was no way for him to actually know my name.
It was kind of freaky.
When I was waiting for the bus to go home, he was there, we talked more but he refused to tell me how he knew my name.
And now he knows where I get off on the bus.
We practiced Friday, sober practice.
The Hold kept coming to pick up stuff for the show, I got embarrased.
Its one thing to do this shit drunk, but sober its brutal.
I think were getting better, as better as we'll get anyways.
Alfred and I headed down to the One World.
Be Bad really did it for me that night, I enjoyed their set a great deal.
There was fake fights, fireworks, and vomiting during the show.
I had a gross slice of pizza from Randy's and ended up at Emily's.
I liked the group I was surrounded by, it was an interesting get together.
I went to work early, did 3 shifts worth of prep and couldn't leave early.
I cried twice and wrote out 3 letters of resignation.
Bad day at work.
I got home and my roommate drank half of booze.
Whew, I'm pretty irrational when it comes to my vices, I yelled a lot.
I keep yawning.
I'll save Robots and Pink Floyd for tomorrow.
I love Stephen Cooke.
posted by Lindsay at 1/22/2006
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