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Re: Blog Thread IIIb : Look Who's Blogging Now
Inlander:
Dear Blog Thread,
This week I feel exactly like the Go-Betweens song "Head Full of Steam", except instead of being unable to tear myself away from a girl I'm unable to tear myself away from a handkerchief, and instead of a head full of steam I've got a head full of snot, and instead of feeling great I feel like shit.
Also I've got just over a month to find a new job.
Inlander:
Dear 2011,
Fuck you.
Zingoleb:
--- Quote from: Jace on 18 May 2011, 04:12 ---Dogg if you are in Jamestown again we could actually meet. And if we don't like you I'll get the dagorhir group down there to beat you up with foam weapons.
Also:
--- Quote from: Zingoleb on 17 May 2011, 22:41 ---- always needs more banjoes (except when it doesn't) -
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This will never happen.
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I dunno, I could (eventually, at some point) get tired of banjoes. Also I will be in Jamestown at the end of this week, also also I'm trying to get rid of my stuff (i.e. musical instruments and vinyl records). Just putting that out there.
Patrick:
--- Quote from: valley_parade on 09 May 2011, 11:24 ---
--- Quote from: Patrick on 07 May 2011, 11:52 ---Update: I HAS A JOB.
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My dogg. o/
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Lost said job already. Been too busy to post about it til now. :\
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--- Quote ---Tuesday I had a show in Berkeley, which went very well! We were the second (and final) opening act for the most popular band in the city
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Dude tell me those Berkeley people have proper earholes and you played with the Bye Bye Blackbirds.
(psst hey did you get your phone fixed yet?)
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The band was called Mad Noise and they were very different-sounding from the Bye Bye Blackbirds but that's neither here nor there since the Bye Bye Blackbirds are from Oakland and not Berkeley. They've played some of the same venues, though, and Mad Noise were an excellent act to witness all the same.
(no, and it is really annoying! I would love to be taking advantage of that unlimited texting plan)
Dear blag,
My bandmate and I have been working on our upcoming album so much, we've gotten a shitload done and we're super proud of our work so far! We're gonna debut some of the stuff to Livermore by way of the open mic I used to run. It's finally reached the stage where we are soon gonna be able to focus primarily on getting shows. Which is basically a gigantic dream that I hardly dare even entertain. I fucking love the feeling of it though. We've played some of the demos around for people to give us feedback on them, and we've gotten some very useful reviews, and most of them came with positive assessments! And most importantly, we're really happy with the music we've written. Even if this doesn't get anywhere, it's so fulfilling to create something you feel proud of.
The idea of playing our stuff for the place my friends and I made for ourselves is kinda sentimental, to a degree, and I am really excited to do this.
valley_parade:
The funny thing about last night was that my friend and I were sitting in the bar, complaining that we're too shy to talk to the multitude of girls that were there.
And then literally like 2 seconds later we found ourselves in conversation with two of them. I am kinda bummed as to how this worked out. One was wicked smaht and kinda looked like a young Heather Graham and yrrrrragh but she spent the whole night talking to my friend. Her roommate was just..I dunno. Boring and too worried about trying to buy weed.
We ended up going back to their place, and it was clear to everyone aside from my friend that we were just there to have a drank and order a pizza. He's too busy chatting up Heather Graham, and I'm stuck on the couch with Boring Girl Whose Name Ends in Two Es and watching some shitty something Real World whatever on MTV and my brain wants to melt.
Then it's 2:30, I'm all "dogg cmon we gotta work in the morning", it's pouring out, we run back to his car, I jump a puddle, slip, roll into another puddle, long story short I AM VERY TIRED, SLIGHTLY HUNGOVER, BORING GIRL WHOSE NAME ENDS IN TWO ES WAS BORING...but I got her number anyway...AND MY KNEE IS KILLING ME.
And there's a very wet pair of jeans in my room.
Edit: Oh and Patrick called me to tell me he went to a guitar shop.
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