Sept. 15 (heh, its like turning the page of your calendar...you don't know if it's gonna be that hot girl laying on the Mustang...or (da da da don) the "comical" fat guy dressed in a bikini that makes everyone gag...(shutters just thinking about it)
Most ordinary, regular (hey, I'm not talking about regular as in that commercial with the constapated dude who always get pissed when his wife tells all 10000000000 Americans that he's having troubles with taking the browns to the superbowl) day ever! Seriously, nothing exciting happened to me at all. The highlight of my day was when this one kid I know (who must remain annonomys, lol wow, I slaughtered that word) tried to get a rabbit stoned...yeah. (Heh, the irony, at time present I'm listening to Sublime and the song "Lets get Stoned" just happens to have started) Anyway, you're probably wondering how that worked out for us huh? Let's just say, Roger Rabbit he wasn't...whatever that means...I'm trying to balance this and homework right now, a lose/lose situation. Heh, my presentation on the cafeteria now contains dialouge from the movie "Roger Rabbit." ...yeah... I had work from 10-5 which is always draining too.
Sept. 16 (yeah that's right, give it to me!)
Well...Tuesday has come and gone. The days suck, the nights rock. As usually I really didn't get anything productive done today. I was in classes/work from 10-3 (I got out 15 min early! Yippe-ki-yi-yay motha fucka) I told myself today was going to be the day that I went and bought my Intro to Philosophy book. Guess what...I still have nothing to throw at the teacher when I get bored...except the desk...hmmmm. : P Anyway, I'm more tired now than I think I have been the entire time I've been up here. Blah, boo on tired! I hate him...him being tired of course...yeah. P.S. I have a presentation I have to give in front of class at 9 am tomorrow, so needless to say, this isn't going to be very much longer. After dinner today, I hung out with Nick some more. Then I was chilling with my good...but extremely fucking crazy...friends Mandy, Katy, and Allie. Wow they are the most hyper bunch of peeps I've ever met in my life. Had a wild and crazy night with them...and now it's time to turn in...seriously...precious sleep take me away. No energy to climb loft...or type anymore...blah.
Sept. 17 (hey...that's tomorrow!)
Why yes it is...if by tomorrow you mean today! Then I think you're on to something! Anyway, my Communications presentation went about as good as can be expected. Not funny, but funny enough to get a rise outa a couple people. Heh, I was hoping to get some people to look out the window because in my presentation I say, "...only to look out your window and see a riotous group of protestors waiting to tear you a new one." But only like one person looked. : ( I decided to cut it a little short too, because at one point I start telling the truth about the cafeteria (which I'm trying to promote lol) and my TA said the presentation needs to be "appropriate." So I went with my better judgement on that one. After presentations we all got assigned into our groups that we'll be in for the semester. Heh, this one girl in my group (Danielle) commutes everyday from Port Washington...so naturally I asked her about everyone's favorite TV show! (as we all know, Step by Step took place in Port Washington, WI...yeah...definte loser material right here!) I no longer have any respect for Patrick Duffy either, for participating in such an obvious hoax! Danielle informed me that there is no, repeat, NO Great America (or in the words of Mr. Ganjian..."Lesser America" lol that guy cracked me up...kinda creepy dude-man though) in Port Washington. This came as great shock to me and I went into cardiac arrest. After being revived in the nearest bomb shelter, I was told that the year was 2059 and we were under attack from those damn Guatemalans! Okay...so I tend to exagerate just a bit. Okay...so I tend to use understatements in every line. Point being...it's just one of those days. That maybe because I almost busted my shit getting up this morning. Heh, it was kind of funny I must admit. See I just lofted my bed Sunday, and I still haven't really gotten used to it. Also, I don't have a ladder of anything, so to get into bed I have to use my desk as my one/only stepping stone. Getting down is the same way. This morning when I woke up (about 10 minutes before I had to give my presentation, hehe) I was about to roll out of bed when I realized...that would not be a good thing. So I got my foot squarely planted on the desk and got out of bed completely so that I was no standing on my desk and I got to thinking..."What the hell am I doing? How am I going to get down now?" Obviously I was going to jump but c'mon, give me a break, I had been up all of about 2 minutes...I don't even start using my brain until about 8 at night. So I was preparing for my lunge (I won the distance jumping contest in like 4th grade...yeah, that's right, the ladies always love that one) and just as I was taking off my foot slipped out from under me. I like half jumped and half fell, okay, okay, so there was a little more fall than jump. But I think I hid it pretty well...other than the massive, life-threatening bruises that now cover 72.69 percent of my body...yeah, I exagerate. It was still a pretty hairy predicament though. What kind of cockimaimy scheme will I think of next eh? Anyway, that wasn't the first problem I had with my loft either...just after we finished putting it together, apparently I didn't notice the huge, wooden structure looming over me, and I tried standing up...but you know when you have an added energy boost and you jump up more-so than stand up...yeah...I'm still feeling the effects from that one...But, I gotta go get some breakfast, so I'll finish writing this later...hopefully I'll still be as talkative...we'll see. Well, I'm not going to be very talkative...but I got an hinkling this is still gonna take awhile...so clear your schedule and buckle down slugger. Business class was pretty cool again...still no real homework in that class. Work was as boring as ever. I think when I regain full use of my brain, I'm going to come up with a list of jobs that are better than my current one, so be on the look-out for that. I've pretty much just been wondering aimlessly around my room for the past few hours...work is driving me nuts. I almost forgot, the other day I was out running and there was a car parked in a driveway, but barely in there...you know what I'm talking about? Anyway, I really didn't want to move...so I was seriously debateing whether or not to slide across the hood of the car. Then I remembered what happened the last time I tried that with my car...heh, let's just say I ended up overshooting my target and leaving a little "reminder" of that accident in the side of a Ford Ranger. And I was at work...on the clock...yeah...I miss Westgate. I was pretty scared that night that I was gonna get my ass whooped by some big ass southern mofo...but then I got thinking...man, I dented a Ford Ranger...nobody who can kick anybody's ass drives a Ford Ranger! Anyway, that was kind of one of those things where you had to be there I guess. Man...it's only 8:30 but I'm really out of it...I'm gonna take a quick nap and see what happens...
Sept. 19
Evidently by quick I mean 27 hours...and by nap I mean not sleeping. This is going to be so very painfully short. You see, my "allergies" have been acting up this past night, and I got 4 hours of sleep. The ONLY reason I'm not in bed now (10:24 am) is because I am eating breakfast and I had a 9:00 am class. Yesterday was pretty fun, I'll describe it more in detail when I'm feeling better...blah! Boo on feeling sick!
Sept. 21 (actually Sept. 22 at about 1 in the morning)
If you're reading this now, you're probably wondering what happened to the rest of the 19th and the entire day of the 20th. Well, fuck those for now, because they can wait and be told. First things first. Oh my (exploited deleted) (exploited deleted) God! (exploited deleted) tonight was (exploited deleted) (exploited deleted) in my (exploited deleted and a half!) life!!! (I think you get the point) Tonight was so, repeat times two, so, so, (oh hell, throw a couple more up in there) so so so fucking crazy fun! I just got back from the Thursday concert/insane amount of fun in a box! (so insane it should be made illegal...heh, wait a minute...strike said previous statement...so insane it should be made legal! ...yeah, that's more like it) I don't even know where to begin...and honestly, I don't think it would matter, because unless you were there or have been there, there is no way I can tell you how unbelievably fun it really was. (or in the words of my new friend Will, who I met at the show, it was IINNSSAANNEE!!) I guess I'll start where every halfway sucky story starts, at the beginning. (duh) So my buddy T-bone (or Tim to the lay person), along with Will, swung by my dorm a little after 7 and picked me up. Had a fun time just joking around and stuff on the ride up and by the time we got there and actually got in it was about quarter to 8. (concert started at 8) So we got our 2 "free" drinks, (Will is 21...hehehe) and just started talking with people. Now sooner had we got all "settled down" when Death by Stereo came on and started playing. It was my first time ever hearing them in concert, but I do have 1 or 2 of their songs, so I know how crazy they are. Down in the front they had a kind of a mosh pit thing going. (The whole time before the concert I was kinda scared that I was gonna end up getting the living crap kicked out of me, but Tim assured me that I wouldn't need to participate in any violent activities that night) So all three of us were just kinda chilling in the back talking to people and eventually a couple of people managed to drag us more into the thick of things. (but still far away from the senseless punishment being inflicted on complete strangers) They actually weren't that bad, I wouldn't have paid the $17 (like I said "free" drinks) to see them though. In fact, all three of us were kind of iffy on whether or not it would be worth it at all. Anyway DBS finished up their set at 8:53 (you'll see why I remember the time later) and everyone was getting geeked for Thursday to come on. So the roadies came out and tested the equipment and what not, some of them were actually halfway decent. Tim, Will and me had moved basically directly in front of the speakers in the front by now. Smoke filled the stage, along with a pulsating strobe-light and dark figures came out and started playing...songs none of us had ever heard...songs that none of us probably want to hear again. Turns out there was another band touring with Thursday called Year of the Rabbit or Silly Rabbit Trix are for Kids or something with a rabbit. Just another band from Cali as far as I'm concerned. One kid was spazing out when they were playing though...(although it just could have been from the stobe-light constantly ejaculating blinding light into our eyes) They wrapped up their set at 9:53 (see, one hour after DBS) and by then, everyone was getting way totally insanely cosmicly pumped for Thursday to take the stage. (this is the part of the story where the mandatory annoying jackass that's at every concert comes in) I honestly didn't have any problem with Andrew W.K. before tonight, but now I officially hate him and his music, if for nothing else, the inbred raging homosexuals who listen to him. I'm just talking with Will, Tim, and two other people we just met and all of a sudden someone just starts pushing like there's no tomorrow, screaming at the top of his cum-filled lungs, "Party hard, it's party time, party this, party that, I love cock, rim-jobs are my specialty, party hard...go Andrew W.K. and his crew of abundant homoerotic androgynes!" I mean, this kid just wouldn't shut the fuck up! He just screams out random things like, "Island Records rule!" ...and he kept pushing up against my back... I wasn't there to make enemies, but I was just about ready to turn around and throw a 'bow to his jaw-line, when someone else must have caught his eye, because he finally stopped pushing up on me. Then one of the rodies made a huge mistake. He was on the mic saying, "Check, check, etc." and someone in the audience yelled out to him and then the dumbass flipping rodie said, "Yeah, party!" That was all Andrew W.K.'s evil crony sidekick needed. He started screaming out more lyrics from Andrew W.K.'s most famous, and apparently, only fucking song! Me and Tim just looked at each other and were like, "Dude, wrong fucking word to use! Nobody say the "p" word around this kid...ever." (hey, look at the bright side though, this moron gave me an idea for a new song, the irrating loser who doesn't realize he has no friends, his life is and never will go anywhere and people at the concert just want to beat his ass song. I'm thinking it'll be a chart topper fo sure!) Then...the moment everyone had been waiting for...Thursday! Oh my God, the first couple minutes are just a fucking blur. All of a sudden I was swept away in the middle of this huge (in both terms of size and insanity) crowd, everyone just going crazy! Next thing I know, I'm tripping over everything, getting pushed like a rag doll, people are screaming in my ears...(yeah it felt like me ears were about to bleed) I seriously thought for a moment that I was going to die. I was like, "Tim...if you can hear me...what the hell did you get me into?!" But I knew there was no way he could hear me...I couldn't even hear me! My shoelaces came undone and I was like, that's it, I'm toast, someone's gonna step on my laces, I'm gonna fall and get trampled like Wile E. Coyote in a Looney Toons cartoon. But, by the second song (Paris in Flames, a fucking kickass song by the way) it didn't even matter. I was so caught up in the moment, I don't think anything could have hurt me. I realized that everybody there (except jackass party kid) was just like me, everybody here had been through the same shit that I had been through at some time or another. It was such an awesome experience, I don't know how I can describe it. Hundreds of teens drenched in sweat and tears, jumping around, not a care in the world. I couldn't even breathe half the time, it was so crazy and fucking awesome!!! Heh, party kid got his too, Tim ended up seeing him and busted him nasty! It was just fucking nuts though, two people ended up using me as a springboard for body-surfing. You just feel this hand on your back with all this pressure and you're like what the...? And you turn around and there's this girl right in your face and you're just like holy shit! And you push her on her way. This one girl got fucking launched! She wanted to go body-surfing and she ended up getting a push that sent her litterally about 2 feet above the entire crowd! I guess maybe the only way I can relate to you just how crazy it really was, Geoff Rickly (the lead vocalist) said, "Man, you guys scare the shit out of me!" And I swear I must have lost at least 5 pounds by the end of the night. My entire body was drenched in sweat, both mine and other's. (not that you really want a mental image of me completely soaked in sweat... : P ) It was just so unreal, I wouldn't have changed a thing for the world. All of my problems just seemed to melt away with every passing moment in that crowd. Which brings to memory a question that my American Popular Music teacher asked us the other day. He said, "If you couldn't express yourself through music, if music didn't exist, how would you express yourself?" I couldn't answer the question than, and I especially can't now. Music is everything. It's how I express my feelings, emotions, joy, failures...my life. I don't know what I would do without music...maybe that's because I would do nothing...I don't know. Anyway, I ended up buying Thursday's new cd and a shirt too, even though I'm kind of strapped for cash and I told myself I wasn't going to buy anything. But I just had to. Anyway, the concert/2 hours of God handing me joy in the form of music, like all good things, eventually came to an end. I finally caught back up with Tim and Will, we all got seperated during said insane fun. And we all just talked about our experience. We finally made it back to my dorm after a quick stop at Taco Bell and a very entertaining ride. And like the minute we came through the doors, these two, admitted drunk, girls came up and started hitting on us. (and of course by us I mean Tim and Will) After talking with them for awhile and inviting Tim and Will up checking out my kick-ass pad ; ) (omg could I be more j/k?) (and by kick-ass pad I mean very humble, small, and underfunished dwelling/abode of course) they had to hit the road. I took a very comforting and refreshing shower and here I am...sitting on my computer at 2 in the morn telling you all about my way freaking totally awesome day/night! (I still don't know if this was better than the Foo Fighters concert though, it's hard to compare them because they were two totally different experiences) I'll tell you about the rest of my day some other time, as if it really matters compared to the concert. I just hope I'll be able to go to bed, because it seriously sounds like an over timer is constantly going off in my head, either that or a very cheap sci-fi movie with crapy sound effects is being acted out. Freaking annoying ass, but well worth it, ringing! I'm gonna try to sleep anyway, even though I'm still so stoked after tonight, mainly because I have to get up for class in a couple of hours... Now I can't wait for the Brewers game on Wednesday either...man this week is hopefully gonna turn out way awesome! Peace out. (p.s. I don't think I'll ever be able to consciously use the word party again! From now on it's either a par-tay, festival, suaree, hobnob, shindig, fiesta, or a hootenany)
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