Tonight: the giant coop party. It's going to be way fun, because I've decided it will be. I've been slacking off in all of my classes, so the least I can do is have a fucking great time. So that's the plan.
Last night I went to see Azure Ray and Her Space Holiday with some terrible band and Broken Spindles. They were all superb, except for that terrible band whose name I forget. I went with Jennifer, with whom I am starting a band this Saturday. All we know is that we want a Cello and no drums. It should be interesting, to say the least. Yesterday we both went to see Wussom Pow, Bonfire Madigans and Mecca Normal. BMad was fucking incredible, the others were good.
Next shows: Sleater-Kinney, DJ Spooky, Spoon, Bright Eyes w/ Azure Ray, and probably even more.
Yeah, I'm going to fail all my classes this semester. And tonight, I don't care.
OK, I have but a moment of down time, enough to tell you what I've been up to. School, shows, chilling out. Less time with nothing to do for me to muse on things, so I don't.
Hmm...I could write an entry here, or go take a shit.
I need motivation to write in this thing. As it stands, it's a bit of a chore, but it really shouldn't be. I mean, here it is, my grand opportunity to get on the soapbox and spray my saliva all over you. Well, at the start of this weekend, I had this intense desire to get amazingly fucked up. To drink until I was no longer conscious of myself, something to that effect. It didn't happen, however, and maybe that's a good thing.
I feel like a complete retard in classes. Everyone seems to know more than me in every one of my classes, which is pretty uniformly sucky. I didn't wake up in time for music on one day in which we had two graded assignments, and I fucked up the graded assignment that we had on the day that I did show up. Stupid, stupid singing. I can't even be comforted by the fact that I'm a good guitarist, because I'm not a good guitarist, as is evidenced by my Nick Drake-playing roommate. Gah.
Anyway, my house is really cool, and I like it very much. I'm terribly glad that I'm not living in the dorms. People have to sneak alcohol around...bwahaha. I could be a coke addict and people wouldn't bat an eye.*
In fact, this house is so cool that after that last sentence came roughly a twelve hour pause in which time I hung out with people, made a sandwich, chatted with my roommate, and slept.
For now, it's a lab. I'll try and write a meaty update later, maybe I'll get inspired by something today...like laundry....
