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October 13, 2005

straw++

My voice is hoarse, my neck aches, my back pains, and my eyes are heavy. I honestly am not sure if I can make it through tomorrow. I just feel like at any moment I'm just going to either faint or snap—or both at the same time.

Still, I carry on as I always have.

Just one more day.

I've felt the wetness in my eyes grow more and more every day this week. The weight just gets heavier and heavier and I don't think anyone can see that they're breaking me.

"It's all too much."

"Too much pressure."

Et cetera.

I've never had to close my eyes and bite my tongue this much and this hard. I am definitely not liking it.

Even just now, the phone rang yet again and I had to take a few moments to breathe before answering. I don't believe I should have to do that on the daily basis that I have.

My vacation has gone through a few transformations in my head, but I've decided on the following:

Just one more day.

I'm only one person. Really, I am.

It's taken everything I have, everything I am, to not up-and-quit these last two weeks. Constant reminders to myself about my vacation just aren't doing the trick.

The edges are fraying.

Please, just let me be.

Tuesday at Kiss Or Kill was somewhat difficult. It's hard putting yourself in a place where everyone is ready to just rock-out and you're ready to take a nap and punch a few people in the face. Still, I really wanted to see the debut of Alcoholic Poisoning In Outer Space. More tongue biting, but well worth it. The Camel guy gave me two free packs, Brandon and Josh were kind enough to give me a couple beers, and APIOS fucking killed.

Good times.

Tonight carries a similar theme. Ryan & Ron, aka Modest Proposal, will be performing at the Knitting Factory's Alterknit Lounge. The same aches and pains, if not more, but I carry on.

I'm currently preparing myself for some tongue biting. I'm also preparing my blanket reply when asked if I'm okay, etc: "Oh, I'm just a little tired. I'm okay."

Tonight promises to be a bit different, however, seeing as how this is an early night and one of comedy.

I haven't been laughing as much these last two weeks. Most of it has been polite laughter. I don't like that.

Not to put any pressure on you, Ryan & Ron, but you bitches better make me laugh.

I keed, I keed.

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October 10, 2005

My teeth hurt.

Just one more week, just one more week.

A co-worker and I decided that our broke asses were gonna go dig for some lunch today. I went into the kitchen to get a cup of tea only to find that she already grabbed lunch with someone else. I wouldn't have minded so much, really, if I would have just been told that it was going to happen. As hungry as I was earlier, I waited for both of us to be ready.

So much for that.

Is it really too much to ask for some simple consideration? I'm more than capable of getting lunch myself, as I just have, so it's not like I'm asking for anyone to hold my hand. Rather, it would have been nice to know about the change of plans so that I could have gotten something to eat earlier.

Hell, if I hadn't gone into the kitchen to begin with, I don't think I would ever have known about the change in plans.

And all of this with no apology. I'd at least feel better if there were an apology.

I suppose considerations and apologies are too much to ask for.

Just one more week, just one more week.

I'm browsing Amtrak's website right now. I think Santa Barbara might be a good destination. It's $18 each way on the train, which is a bargain-and-a-half, if you ask me.

I don't really care to do anything. I have never understood people that have a set agenda whilst on vacation. Isn't the point to get away from the stress of a schedule?

I hope to stay from Sunday evening to Wednesday morning, subject to hotel fares.

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October 09, 2005

“I'll sign my autograph on the back of your throat.”

So I ended up going to see 8-bit on Friday, afterall. Before that, though, Brandon picked me up and we went back to his place to play We ♥ Katamari and drink beer.

Beer is good.

After a few rounds with the game, Brandon, Josh, Tiffany and I decided to go to Acapulcos. It was actually quite a good meal, especially with the manager graciously ignoring the "one coupon per table" disclaimer. He also let us know he'd ignore expiration dates. That was smart of him; he created future business.

We met JP and Brillana at Mr. T's Bowl. It was definitely good times, but I was horribly exhausted. By the time 8-Bit hit the stage, though, I snapped a little bit out of my "funk" and made my way to the front. 8-Bit just isn't the same from the back.

Their set was amazing. It was the best I'd seen them yet, to be honest. It was also the first time I'd ever seen them do an encore, but they really had to, though—did they really expect to leave the stage and not play "Suck My Dick, Bitch"?

In true 8-Bit style, a fight also broke out during the encore. Apparantly a bit of a scuffle broke out between their merch guy and someone in the crowd on stage. Next thing you know, you see Andy just start wailing, security rushing to the stage, Andy yelling "don't fuck with our merch guy" on the mic, and everyone singing "Suck... My... Di-i-i-i-ick... Suck my dick, bitch" to the guy as he was dragged out.

Good times, indeed.

We made our way back to Brandon and JP's. Brandon wasn't feeling too well so he went to sleep. I stayed up a bit to think, drink, and play more Katamari.

Saturday morning, Brandon and I decided to get some coffee. Sure Starbucks was closer, but we decided we would rather go to The Coffee Bean And Tea Leaf—they really do have the best vanilla. Since we had made our way out a bit, we decided to walk around Old Town Pasadena.

We walked around a bit, tried to figure out what else to do. Brandon picked up a copy of the new Coheed & Cambria album. For those of you who haven't heard it yet, I highly recommend it.

Eventually we decided on the beach.

There's a spot on Venice Beach by the shore where a group of rocks interrupts the tide. Between 5:30 and 6:00pm, we stood by these rocks (along with a healthy group of strangers) and watched the waves crash. The waves were enormous—you could see them rise over the rocks. The ones that would make it to the rocks would explode on the rocks, sending water even higher into the air and flooding the shoreline with overflow. It really was incredible.

We decided right then that Craving The Seamstress needs to record a video there.

Fucking rock glory.

On our way back to the car, we decided to stop off at a place that had a "buy one pitcher, get a free hooka" deal. Who can say no to a pitcher of Stella Artois and a vanilla-melon hooka?

Obviously, we couldn't.

We made our way back to Brandon's place, all the while trying to figure out if we wanted to go to a party. For some reason the beach always takes it out of you, though, even if you don't go into the water. Once we made our way back in, we decided we were too tired to go to a party. Besides, sometimes you really don't feel like mingling. Further, there was a 12-pack in the fridge and funny shit on the TV.

"Pee on you"....

Oh Mr. Chappelle, you are the quarry.

Pleasantville was also on television. I had forgotten how good that movie is. It's so poignant and timeless—I need to get that on DVD.

I've had a lot on my mind lately. It was nice being able to just voice these things and get another perspective. I really needed that. I think it'll help in keeping the next week not as hectic as this last one.

It'll also help having Sergo back from his vacation.

If I can just survive this next week, I think all will be so much better.

Note to self: Seriously. Pick a destination, already.

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October 07, 2005

Tjú

I had every intention of writing yesterday. In fact, I began writing a nice, lengthy post on my Treo and tried submitting it.

The submission failed, for whatever reason.

And, of course, all that painful-to-type text was gone. At that point I just couldn't be bothered. But enough of that; I'm on a computer now and it's my lunch time.

Lunch came early today. Yes, that's sad.

On Wednesday I scored some last-minute tickets to see Amina and Sigur Rós at the Hollywood Bowl. I was lucky enough to enjoy what was the absolute greatest concert I've ever had the privilage of attending.

Ever.

Tiffany was kind enough to accompany me so I didn't have to trip balls alone.

When it comes to rock shows, the Hollywood Bowl isn't necessarily known for it's sound. During that show, however, I was engulfed in music. Sigur Rós had some speakers set up in the back of the venue which allowed for some amazing surround-sound effects. I hope to hear more of this at future concerts.

Their visuals were also amazing. Very subtle and simple, but so very perfect. The sky was crisp and the air was temperate; it was almost as if they had composed the weather themselves.

Toward the end of the set, I was completely taken. At one point it began to feel as thought everyone in the theatre had simply vanished and I was left alone in my seat with Sigur Rós performing only for me. It was incredible.

How very "American Beauty".

"It's like a koala bear crapped a rainbow in my brain."

Last night I met up with Ryan from Modest Proposal at Lucky Baldwin's Pub in Pasadena to discuss the whole MySpace fiasco. I introduced him to Westmalle Trippel and the absolute best Fish & Chips I've ever had—which is saying a lot considering I'm not the biggest fan of seafood.

A few beers later we got down to business. I think it was a lot to take in, 'cause when we were done he said "wow" a few times… and I'm pretty sure he wasn't looking at my wang.

While making our way out of Pasadena, we took a wrong turn. It ended up being a pleasant mistake, though—we turned onto Fremont which is very close to JP and Brandon's place. We headed over there to play We ♥ Katamari and Burnout Revenge with Brandon and to drink more beer.

Pabst Genuine Draft is surprisingly good, especially when you factor in the price.

8-Bit are playing tonight at Mr. T's Bowl. I'm not positive if I'm gonna go, although I'm sure I most likely will. I didn't get a chance to shower this morning or change (except for my shirt), so I'm feeling quite craptacular right now. Maybe if I can sneak a ride home to shower and change I'll feel better about going out.

It is 8-Bit, afterall.

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October 05, 2005

√-1

I believe that by saying "not gonna try anymore" I was being a bit melodramatic—sensational, if you will.

Please say you will.

It's been brought to my attention recently that I simply don't try enough in certain cases. For that, a sincere blanket apology. At this point someone would normally say "you know who you are", but I don't think you do; hell, I don't think I do. Well, not everyone.

I've filled out a vacation request form. From October 17th–21st, I will not be in the office. In fact, I'm not entirely sure where I'll be. All I know is that I need to get away.

Either a train or an airplane will fit into this equation called "My Summer Vacation". I've yet to make that decision. Perhaps I should figure out where I'll be going first.

Logic would dictate.

Note to self: pick a destination.

I need to make a conscious effort to write in this thing more often. I hear that a lot from a number of people, and, really, I just make excuses when I say that I don't have the time for it. Besides, time is a figment of imagination that we've all agreed upon. Since it doesn't exist, I can't possibly ever have any.

Logic would dictate.

Complicating, circulating
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Operating, generating

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