self-titled: ^_^
electric sweat
hot mornings = i wake up problem free. can't complain about that. What i can complain is going from shorts and a t-shirt to pants and a jacket in one day. that's just unecessary. this early superchunk sounds like emo.
at work today i decided that i will most likely be reprising my role as the guy in the career center over the summer who listens to a lot of music and gets phones numbers from hot girls. and i will be doing it at the hugely awesome hourly rate of eight dollars. oh yeah. and let's not forget spanish class. oh yeah. ohhhhh yeah.
since i'm not singing in the chorale concert, i got to go home after work and i did just that. hung out with darren and tara and played with the new mapquest feature wherein you can see aerial photos of the country at better quality than terraserver. and it's easier too, because you plug in an address and hey, it centers on the house. I made this before work. It's the only addresses of houses i could remember. illinois is a funny place.
then we went to dinner, i learned that a few weeks ago i made orangey cry when i didn't slow dance with her at a chorale party. whoops, maybe i should console her with some breadsticks.
I'M ITCHING ALL OVER. damn this heat and the way it makes me think that there are bugs all over me.
oh no i think i hear kissy kissy noises behind me. eek run away.
hmm
no more kissy noises please. i wonder if they're like the bugs and i'm just fucking imagining the whole bit. upps, now back to the giggling.
books are hard to read, especially when they're 800 pages and i make no time to read them. i have to re-checkout magic mountain tomorrow. AND sing on the dustbowl AND withdraw from counterpoint AND go to work AND do my laundry AND work more on mixes AND sing for the cleft palette children AND drink beers AND harrass kyle from the real world. oh boy is my day gonna be long.
yeah man, mac has a totally emo voice. music really isn't emo though, so i guess that's all good. i want to clean my room. daar.
oh, i did katie's homework today for a 30 pack. that worked out well for me because access is a fun fun program.
also, i have a new arch-nemesis. It is logan, tara's ex boyfriend. he is my new nemesis because gone are the fun innocent days of walking around only to find myself internally singing the theme to super mario brothers. now, i find myself internally singing the goddam chorus to the song he wrote about tara, and then the guitar riff and then the totally gay (and wholly inappropriate) fucking keyboard solo. damn you logan whatsyourname.
also, i was just outside thinking about self-titled, and i think it's a good thing. i really do, i think it keeps me grounded. because if i were to keep a personal journal, i would run the risk of totally going crazy and becoming insane and writing ridiculous things that basically elevate my ego to ridiculous heights or degrade myself into evil evil places. this keeps me balanced, because whenever i get personal, i do so with a certain amount of necessary restraint.
also, i need to buy cds, badly. fuck you othermusic for shutting down. because it's a lot harder to justify online purchases, because there is always the element of, "eh, i really shouldn't plop down this money now, i can just do it later." and then later doesn't always come. whereas if i made a weekly trek to the store, i mean, hey, the cds are right there, my wallet is right in my pocket, i can spend money and have cds immediately without that gray area between having no music and money and having music and no money where i can think "hmm, maybe i shouldn't have bought that stuff." curses.
to buy: blanket, badly drawn boy, lots of uncle tupelo stuff, walkmen, clem snide, mooney suzuki (maybe), hermann and kleine (maybe), pedro the lion, the new all tomorrow's parties comp, and i guess for 10 bucks i can own the new pornographers disc.
the end.