do dodo dododo dodod
I like that girl from work Abby.
She's funny, but she told me a really sad story.
Could you imagine putting all your efforts into one thing for 16 years and never being able to do it again?
I guess she used to be pretty great at gymnastics but she broke her back and arm in a serious fall.
She can never do gymnastics again, this happened 6 months ago.
Thats brutal.
Rock4$$s was alright.
I hung with Alex pretty much the entire time.
Him and KLC came up with a pretty ridiculous plan for Friday.
Dressing up in drag.
The walk home was ridiculous and the plans for New Brunswick were laid out.
We hit up Needs and smoked infront like bums.
Ridiculous.
Adrian came back from Montreal on Tuesday.
I had class online.
What a brilliant idea, I sat here in my underwear wrapped in a blanket smoking cigarettes.
Now thats how class should be every day.
Meghan also asked me to do merch at the Switzer show.
I am not a good merch girl, especially if my favorite band is playing.
I begged Amy to take my spot so I could dance my heart out.
A la fin du temp I ended selling some of their goods though.
A sense of purpose was restored.
We went to Robie Food for milk shakes and deep fried vegetables.
The conversation was pretty broad and fun.
I like hanging with those homies.
ALTHOUGH, the worst fucking fuck kept coming up as a subject.
I wanted to crawl underneath tables, I feel like a jerk.
I don't even want to preform that song anymore.
New Wave was over when I came home.
We ended up spending the entire night in my room talking about nonesense waiting for 24 to download.
Around 5 in the morning it was finally done.
By 6 my mouth was in a permanent open state, its hard to go to bed after that kind of drama.
I was supposed to go to lunch with Derrick and Emilie but I couldn't do it.
I vaguely remember getting up and leaving a long winded message on Derrick's phone.
I hope he got it before lunch.
I also couldn't find Emilie.
Maybe a bit more planning would be in order for the next time.
I'm drinking gin tonight.
Today has been a day of sad news.
Ben is leaving us for the west.
Ed is leaving us for Esso across the bridge.
Scribbler (meaning New Wave too) and Ed can't come to my show on Friday.
Its kind of weird what kind of things will make me cry.
When Alex told me they couldn't come I just started bawling.
See, this is why MSN is a good thing.
You can cry at your own discretion.
Gin makes me weird.
Either extremely violent or overly emotional.
What a day.
Mike D said 'welcome to a band' when I told him I was crying.
Its not quite the same.
Most bands have some sort of mass appeal or atleast they strive for it.
Our band is mostly an inside joke between a lot of friends.
Without my friends in the audience I'm just going to feel like a fool.
Or maybe not.
Or maybe I shouldn't post in my blog when I'm trashed.
FUCK!
She's funny, but she told me a really sad story.
Could you imagine putting all your efforts into one thing for 16 years and never being able to do it again?
I guess she used to be pretty great at gymnastics but she broke her back and arm in a serious fall.
She can never do gymnastics again, this happened 6 months ago.
Thats brutal.
Rock4$$s was alright.
I hung with Alex pretty much the entire time.
Him and KLC came up with a pretty ridiculous plan for Friday.
Dressing up in drag.
The walk home was ridiculous and the plans for New Brunswick were laid out.
We hit up Needs and smoked infront like bums.
Ridiculous.
Adrian came back from Montreal on Tuesday.
I had class online.
What a brilliant idea, I sat here in my underwear wrapped in a blanket smoking cigarettes.
Now thats how class should be every day.
Meghan also asked me to do merch at the Switzer show.
I am not a good merch girl, especially if my favorite band is playing.
I begged Amy to take my spot so I could dance my heart out.
A la fin du temp I ended selling some of their goods though.
A sense of purpose was restored.
We went to Robie Food for milk shakes and deep fried vegetables.
The conversation was pretty broad and fun.
I like hanging with those homies.
ALTHOUGH, the worst fucking fuck kept coming up as a subject.
I wanted to crawl underneath tables, I feel like a jerk.
I don't even want to preform that song anymore.
New Wave was over when I came home.
We ended up spending the entire night in my room talking about nonesense waiting for 24 to download.
Around 5 in the morning it was finally done.
By 6 my mouth was in a permanent open state, its hard to go to bed after that kind of drama.
I was supposed to go to lunch with Derrick and Emilie but I couldn't do it.
I vaguely remember getting up and leaving a long winded message on Derrick's phone.
I hope he got it before lunch.
I also couldn't find Emilie.
Maybe a bit more planning would be in order for the next time.
I'm drinking gin tonight.
Today has been a day of sad news.
Ben is leaving us for the west.
Ed is leaving us for Esso across the bridge.
Scribbler (meaning New Wave too) and Ed can't come to my show on Friday.
Its kind of weird what kind of things will make me cry.
When Alex told me they couldn't come I just started bawling.
See, this is why MSN is a good thing.
You can cry at your own discretion.
Gin makes me weird.
Either extremely violent or overly emotional.
What a day.
Mike D said 'welcome to a band' when I told him I was crying.
Its not quite the same.
Most bands have some sort of mass appeal or atleast they strive for it.
Our band is mostly an inside joke between a lot of friends.
Without my friends in the audience I'm just going to feel like a fool.
Or maybe not.
Or maybe I shouldn't post in my blog when I'm trashed.
FUCK!
posted by Lindsay at 3/15/2006
4 Comments:
I will be there, too!
'Or maybe I shouldn't post in my blog when I'm trashed.'
but then you would never post anything
zing!!!
"Most bands have some sort of mass appeal or atleast they strive for it."
I don't think so...
You know what I don't think so either, and if they do its probably not the kind of music I want to listen to. But at that moment of writing that entry I felt like no one would be there, that I'd be singing to an empty room and it scared me.
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