rambling and ranting, the usual
Current mood: blah
Welcome one and all to three in the morning.
I have not one, not two, but THREE finals tomorrow.
Then its over.
And of course in die-hard insomniac fashion, I can't sleep.
My brain is fried from studying,
I can't think about probablility,
or plate techtonics anyfuckingmore tonight.
I have done all the prep I can do, it is now out of my hands.
Wish me luck, and all that shit that you won't bother to do anyway.
I ventured out last night and saw this band called Opaque.
They were playing at 710, one of my favorite spots.
Their set was really short, but very tight.
If you like tool with a pinch of NIN, than you'd like these guys.
What sucks about 710 is the acoustics, and the quarter size stage.
Every show I see there, the music drowns the vocals,
and the band looks like they fear falling off stage by moving around too much,
and it was no exception the other night.
But from what I could hear, this band has their shit together.
The last song they played was pretty damn sweet,
(I don't know the name since there was little audience interaction...)
Check 'em out, they are myspace addicts like the rest of us,
I am just to lazy to link to them right now.
Other than that, life has been pretty dull lately.
I could really use a massage,
(no, not the "excuse-to-cop-a-feel-massage" a real one.)
and someone to clean my house,
wash the dog,
fix my bike, mow the lawn, etc.
My roomie's boy was nice enough to fix the light in my room.
Roomie says "see, this is why you need a boyfriend."
I say, "no, this is why I need a maintenance man."
It was nice to see her though.
Even though we live together she is never here for longer than an hour.
I was getting to the point where I was feeling like she was no longer a friend,
simply because we never hang out.
But, she is doing her thing, and I am doing mine, and life goes on.
She lives vicariously through the stories I tell her about dates I went on,
the strange emails I get,
the literally fucked up phone calls in the middle of the night,
the random bizarre situations I manage to get myself into,
and laughs at me when I get my excited about someone.
She knows how I am.
If someone I am dating acts in a way that I wouldn't accept from my friends,
then he or she is "fired."
(It makes sense really. If I would be bummed if my friend did it,
then why would it be forgivable from anyone else?)
So I like to tell her the situation,
and ask her if she thinks that the offense is grounds for termination,
or just a verbal warning.
So far, she has liberal in telling me to hand out pink slips,
and I tend to agree...
I have had that kind of luck lately.
I went to lunch with dude who I have hung out with for two, three months now.
For some unknown reason he decided to tell me that he prefers larger women,
and that I could use a little more "junk in the trunk."
Sure dude. I will get right on that.
It is not as if I lost any weight since we met,
so if I'm not zaftig enough to turn him on, why approach me in the first place??
Needless to say he has been fired,
but I feel no ill will, and wish him luck finding what he is looking for.
My Human Resourses department,
also feels that the couple of rocker boys out there that always say they wanna hang, and then don't...
should also be fired, or at the very least, demoted.
I fight the good fight,
and say "they're busy, I'm busy, it works out."
To which she replies, "yeah, busy fucking with your head."
Girl has a point.
This is why I need more female friends.
For the time being, I guess I will have to screen new applicants.
The pay sucks, but the benefits are worth it.
| ||Currently listening: |
Battle of Los Angeles
By Rage Against the Machine
Release date: By 02 November, 1999