As I mentioned, my man is in LA and tonight he was hanging out at Pete Wentz's douchepad. Our friend Brian is their guitar tech and Pete threw him a birthday party complete with Ashlee Simpson, Eve (the rapper, yes), and Hawthorne Heights. Oh yeah, and I'm sure tons of fake as shit Hollywood babes. AWESOME. This is what I have to look forward to while apart. I am totally boring in comparison to any of that to him I'm sure.
As for my night, me, Miguel, Richie, Omar, Sarah, Jessica, David, Amanda, and Marty went to Maryville Sanitarium out by O'Hare. Not really haunted, but totally fucking creepy. And no cops this time, so that meant no trouble. I pee peed in one of the padded rooms and wasn't even bothered. I did, however, walk away with a totally old screenprinted poster about the joys of communication and two giant flashcards. We went to Steak n' Shake afterwards. Not really a party at PW's house, but crucial hang time for us Chicago kids. Next Friday: Bachelor's Grove. It's apparently the most haunted cemetery in the world according to paranormal experts. Whatever, this is how we have fun. Kickball, then ghosts.
Oh, and I ordered a new pair of tan shearling I-Path mids. They are my version of Uggs. Yet totally amazing and in no way shitty or to be worn with short skirts and a fake tan in the middle of a Chicago winter.
Speaking of Chicago winter, it's quickly encroaching on my moped riding. Today I thought my fingers were going to fall off like icicles overhanging a garage and my legs were numb by the time I got home from class downtown. Total bummer. Oh well. Time for me to go to my boring, un-Fall Out Boy filled bedroom and sleep my totally lame sleep that I have every night. You know, the one that is really lonely since he splitsvilled to the left coast.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I'm getting old.
I feel as I increase in age, my tolerance and ability to care decreases at an alarming rate. When I was a lot younger, everything meant something to me, but now, all I care about is making sure my dog didn't destroy my apartment. Plus, I look younger than I am and I am no good at judging other peoples' ages. The undergrads at school think I'm one of them, and their mouths just drop when I say I'm 25. It's kind of funny, actually. Well, that, and the fact that they all look like they jumped into a pile of really ugly clothes and came out wearing ALL of it.
Music is starting to bore me. I am basically listening to the same garbage I listened to when I was 14. I mean, I like it, but unlike myself, music doesn't seem to be evolving much. Aside from a few poignant bands over the last handful of years, I haven't heard anything new that has particularly piqued my interest or offered me something refreshing. I'm not saying I want some spaced out shit rock or anything, I just want people to go back in history, find what worked for other bands, and then capitalize on that shit. I mean, come on. I can think of maybe 3+ bands right now that have figured it out (Black Lips, Regulations, Demon's Claws), but whatever. I'm just finding something new to complain about. Today: music, ten years: offspring? who the fuck knows and/or cares? I don't.
As it may be known, my main squeeze is living in LA right now. Yep, the faggot left me in Chicago for Hollywood. Are you kidding me? I mean, I understand he's doing it for "school", but he refused to move there with me, so now I'm here. I think I am trying so hard to make this long distance thing work because a) I don't have time or patience to date other people and b) I'm getting older and don't want to have to keep going through the same bullshit. Oh, and I love him. I mean, this sucks a lot and maybe if I had a little more value than his buddy and an unpaid internship at earche or metalblade records, he'd be here with me and I wouldn't be sounding off to a fucking computer. So I'm done doing that. I'm going to hop on my ped and go for a ride. It's a beautiful fall day and I'm not getting any younger.
Music is starting to bore me. I am basically listening to the same garbage I listened to when I was 14. I mean, I like it, but unlike myself, music doesn't seem to be evolving much. Aside from a few poignant bands over the last handful of years, I haven't heard anything new that has particularly piqued my interest or offered me something refreshing. I'm not saying I want some spaced out shit rock or anything, I just want people to go back in history, find what worked for other bands, and then capitalize on that shit. I mean, come on. I can think of maybe 3+ bands right now that have figured it out (Black Lips, Regulations, Demon's Claws), but whatever. I'm just finding something new to complain about. Today: music, ten years: offspring? who the fuck knows and/or cares? I don't.
As it may be known, my main squeeze is living in LA right now. Yep, the faggot left me in Chicago for Hollywood. Are you kidding me? I mean, I understand he's doing it for "school", but he refused to move there with me, so now I'm here. I think I am trying so hard to make this long distance thing work because a) I don't have time or patience to date other people and b) I'm getting older and don't want to have to keep going through the same bullshit. Oh, and I love him. I mean, this sucks a lot and maybe if I had a little more value than his buddy and an unpaid internship at earche or metalblade records, he'd be here with me and I wouldn't be sounding off to a fucking computer. So I'm done doing that. I'm going to hop on my ped and go for a ride. It's a beautiful fall day and I'm not getting any younger.
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