mr. green (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mistergreen) wrote,@ 2003-06-30 15:05:00 |
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shitstorm 2000
my ankles are buckling, i feel really tired and wish I had a day to do nothing but sleep. the dba show was much like it was when I used to live with them, except this time there were lights and new songs and bubbles and smoke. dan was still dan, jeanie was kinda invigorated by her new lease on life and adam had seemed to come into his own, finally comfortable in his own skin. the show was short, it was an underage venue, complete with constant reminders that there was no re-entry, 14 year olds with thong underwear, and everyone avoiding the area directly in front of the stage. afterwards there was beer and smokes at some lawyer's house. everyone was reading zines and nobody was getting too drunk, jeanie talked to her new boyfriend back home then curled up on the couch to ease into sleep. mike was still eager to make music together and there's a very good chance that'll happen if I get to go home. overall it was great to see them, tell them all my good news. they seemed okay but the frustration of going unnoticed by the general public seemed to be wearing a little thin. it seemed like they were really ready for the next level. that night I got pulled over coming home by the cops. I was sure I was gonna get my atl badge of honor, the dooey or DUI. I had no tag and a learner's permit with no one else in the car. I told the cop I was the voice of Dexter on Dexter's Lab, did a quick imitation, "Yoo are Stoopid." and he let me go. I'm a good liar. the next day was moving. dad and I had breakfast at the majestic diner, and I had whatever I wanted. meaning it was my first bacon and egg sandwhich in a month. my first slice of bread in a month. dad and I got a lot done before anyone arrived. I was relieved when he said he thought I was moving into a nicer place. they redid the entire kitchen as well as the bathroom. by the time noon rolled around and everyone started showing up, things started to really cook. there were four cars shuttling stuff back and forth and it only took us about an hour. my boss, pete, showed up with his truck after moving his son back into the house all morning. we moved the couch and the mattresses and the heavy bookcase and then were pretty much done. dad took us all to el myr to eat tacos and the like. everyone got along swimmingly. my dad thankfully liked my friends, despite one having a mohawk, and them all generally being weirdos. after that we all split up and passed out. I woke up at about 11:45 pm and drove over to dad's garage for their eighth birthday party. everyone was given awards and one friend, a guy that helped move, quit the theater during his acceptance speech. it became highly debated and discussed and there were circles of bowed heads whispering and crying. ahhh... theater companies are always rich with drama, or I should say, melodrama. that just all seems so high school to me. I hung out with my friend mary, the only funny girl I know. (well, emily's pretty good for a hoot.) but nothing like mary. if mary weren't taken and six years older, I'd be hittin on her like she was a jukebox and I was the fonz. I guess I was. she's just about the only soul on the premises I could stand. I like having crushes, even if they're unrequited because, at least you have a better idea of what you like. I like a girl to have a sense of humor and that most definitely does not mean being "on" all the time. she's gotta be smart and I guess conservative. but eager to sneak behind the house to smoke. sunday dad took me to the mall and he got me some shorts and a belt and some socks and underwears, all of which I needed badly. the good news was that my waist was two inches slimmer than before. I got a scale and discovered I had lost about twenty pounds in a month. psycho killa. then dad and I worked on the apt a little more, scrubbing and cleaning the little five filth off every surface. we went to dinner where I had big plate of pasta, the first in a month. it didn't even taste good. I think I'm over pasta. my love affair with starch has ended. we split up and hugged goodbye, exchanged I love you's. I told him about good charlotte, how I thought it might evolve into something big. he said he had been waiting my whole life for me to do something really huge, knowing that it would happen at some point. quite the confidence builder. the shitty thing that happend this weekend is that I lost my car keys. somewhere in the ten feet between my car and my front door I dropped my keys and some homeless guy going through the discarded furniture in the dumpster, picked'm up and slipped a 20$ ransom note under the windshield wiper. now, we're not dealing with a bright man here because first and foremost, he didn't steal my car and didn't rifle through my bag in the back seat. instead he said bring 20$ to the exxon down the street. no one there knew what I was talking about. we called the cops. there was nothing they could do. so now I must wait a week till I get paid so I can get new keys made for 90$. hopefully he won't have the bright idea of driving my little car away. the other kinda bum out was benji had written again from tour asking me to open for a band in DC in august after he got off tour, so he could see me. I have no live show, and there's no time to rehearse or way to, given john's and my distance from eachother. so we'll just have to see what we can pull off. I invited him to our record in august. I'd rather he come see that then seeing me do some half assed karaoke show with a cd player ala atom and his package. I've got to write a whole album and be in a play this july. I feel like there will be time for little else. especially creating and preparing for a live show. I worry that that I'm snoozing on this huge window of opportunity. dba's dying for a chance like that and they could pull it off. adam implored me to figure out a way to do it as did my boss at work. I don't know what I'm gonna do. it's going to rain all week and I have no car, all my shits in boxes. I'm still not out of the jungle, the tendrils have got my ankles and they're pulling me backward, I can see so many things lurking in the distance in front of me. I just got to get work with this here machete and chop chop my way to greener pastures. xomc
my ankles are buckling, i feel really tired and wish I had a day to do nothing but sleep. the dba show was much like it was when I used to live with them, except this time there were lights and new songs and bubbles and smoke. dan was still dan, jeanie was kinda invigorated by her new lease on life and adam had seemed to come into his own, finally comfortable in his own skin. the show was short, it was an underage venue, complete with constant reminders that there was no re-entry, 14 year olds with thong underwear, and everyone avoiding the area directly in front of the stage. afterwards there was beer and smokes at some lawyer's house. everyone was reading zines and nobody was getting too drunk, jeanie talked to her new boyfriend back home then curled up on the couch to ease into sleep. mike was still eager to make music together and there's a very good chance that'll happen if I get to go home. overall it was great to see them, tell them all my good news. they seemed okay but the frustration of going unnoticed by the general public seemed to be wearing a little thin. it seemed like they were really ready for the next level. that night I got pulled over coming home by the cops. I was sure I was gonna get my atl badge of honor, the dooey or DUI. I had no tag and a learner's permit with no one else in the car. I told the cop I was the voice of Dexter on Dexter's Lab, did a quick imitation, "Yoo are Stoopid." and he let me go. I'm a good liar. the next day was moving. dad and I had breakfast at the majestic diner, and I had whatever I wanted. meaning it was my first bacon and egg sandwhich in a month. my first slice of bread in a month. dad and I got a lot done before anyone arrived. I was relieved when he said he thought I was moving into a nicer place. they redid the entire kitchen as well as the bathroom. by the time noon rolled around and everyone started showing up, things started to really cook. there were four cars shuttling stuff back and forth and it only took us about an hour. my boss, pete, showed up with his truck after moving his son back into the house all morning. we moved the couch and the mattresses and the heavy bookcase and then were pretty much done. dad took us all to el myr to eat tacos and the like. everyone got along swimmingly. my dad thankfully liked my friends, despite one having a mohawk, and them all generally being weirdos. after that we all split up and passed out. I woke up at about 11:45 pm and drove over to dad's garage for their eighth birthday party. everyone was given awards and one friend, a guy that helped move, quit the theater during his acceptance speech. it became highly debated and discussed and there were circles of bowed heads whispering and crying. ahhh... theater companies are always rich with drama, or I should say, melodrama. that just all seems so high school to me. I hung out with my friend mary, the only funny girl I know. (well, emily's pretty good for a hoot.) but nothing like mary. if mary weren't taken and six years older, I'd be hittin on her like she was a jukebox and I was the fonz. I guess I was. she's just about the only soul on the premises I could stand. I like having crushes, even if they're unrequited because, at least you have a better idea of what you like. I like a girl to have a sense of humor and that most definitely does not mean being "on" all the time. she's gotta be smart and I guess conservative. but eager to sneak behind the house to smoke. sunday dad took me to the mall and he got me some shorts and a belt and some socks and underwears, all of which I needed badly. the good news was that my waist was two inches slimmer than before. I got a scale and discovered I had lost about twenty pounds in a month. psycho killa. then dad and I worked on the apt a little more, scrubbing and cleaning the little five filth off every surface. we went to dinner where I had big plate of pasta, the first in a month. it didn't even taste good. I think I'm over pasta. my love affair with starch has ended. we split up and hugged goodbye, exchanged I love you's. I told him about good charlotte, how I thought it might evolve into something big. he said he had been waiting my whole life for me to do something really huge, knowing that it would happen at some point. quite the confidence builder. the shitty thing that happend this weekend is that I lost my car keys. somewhere in the ten feet between my car and my front door I dropped my keys and some homeless guy going through the discarded furniture in the dumpster, picked'm up and slipped a 20$ ransom note under the windshield wiper. now, we're not dealing with a bright man here because first and foremost, he didn't steal my car and didn't rifle through my bag in the back seat. instead he said bring 20$ to the exxon down the street. no one there knew what I was talking about. we called the cops. there was nothing they could do. so now I must wait a week till I get paid so I can get new keys made for 90$. hopefully he won't have the bright idea of driving my little car away. the other kinda bum out was benji had written again from tour asking me to open for a band in DC in august after he got off tour, so he could see me. I have no live show, and there's no time to rehearse or way to, given john's and my distance from eachother. so we'll just have to see what we can pull off. I invited him to our record in august. I'd rather he come see that then seeing me do some half assed karaoke show with a cd player ala atom and his package. I've got to write a whole album and be in a play this july. I feel like there will be time for little else. especially creating and preparing for a live show. I worry that that I'm snoozing on this huge window of opportunity. dba's dying for a chance like that and they could pull it off. adam implored me to figure out a way to do it as did my boss at work. I don't know what I'm gonna do. it's going to rain all week and I have no car, all my shits in boxes. I'm still not out of the jungle, the tendrils have got my ankles and they're pulling me backward, I can see so many things lurking in the distance in front of me. I just got to get work with this here machete and chop chop my way to greener pastures. xomc
