First off, why would I spend such a long period of time without updating my blog? It's livejournal all over again. It can be found at livejournal.com/users/xusherx if I am not mistaken.
Awoken from the worst sleep first by the cats escaping through the screen, to Reeks and Oprah waking me way early. Then, the AC repairman came through around 10:30am. Messed with my energy levels and thus didn't go to the gym. This caused me to have a depressive feeling and became lethargic. I fell asleep to text and fb chat conversations, one bringing to my attention the last space shuttle launch for the Discover Shuttle. I debated in my exhausted state to go out on the bike early and get a good spot... I opted out for sleep.
I awoke to a text I believe. Then saw Flicker planned on going out so just after I made plans to go, Gorgo stopped by with his Blur Heeler and said hello. Soon after I left for a long and unsuccessful trip to attempt a grand viewing of the launch. I didn't see anything as the clouds were in the way and we were stuck on the 528 next to a Russian couple in an escalade and two gas guzzling monstrosities of vehicles, one hauling a Beemer, and both hauling overweight rednecks that were pissing on their tires wait for the shuttle to scuttle on up to outer space.
Made it back to town, ate some Tijuana Flats compliments of a $25 gift card tip left by Jaron's white person look alike, and made it back home.
After my beard manicuring session and shower I rolled out on the Harley to the social for The Get Up Kids show. Ran in to many friends and had some great conversations. Hard to have many people to talk to because I swear I have social ADD. Normally however, we being Americans, we get bored with conversations with people in about 5 minutes so I was consistently saved by the next soon to be forgotten half way finished conversationalist.
TGUK got on. Messing up. Playing boring Brit pop synth songs to finally what I wanted to hear, "Don't Hate Me.". An explosion of excitement from my person leading to anarchist celebrations disregarding stage dive rules and respect for others. The guitar tech decided to be violent with Shawn Egan and I. 5 years ago, pow right in the kisser my fist would have said to his face. Instead, hands were clapping and smiles were wide. Head in stinky armpits and more anthematic hymns being sung.
Made my way to hoops. Another piss hole of underage, over-privileged, wanna be punk rocker "pacifists" who are too pussy to punch a true Nazi in the face and rather just whine about it. As long as beer is flowing and bad music is playing, these dudes and dudettes are fine with the rampant amounts of putrid body odors polluting the room. Sickened by the state of the current fake punk nation, I removed myself from that incestuous band project hell hole and got back on my ride. Headed to Pom Poms and had some fun conversations as well as the previous places I had ended up.
A day off from work, 29 years young, a playful spirit bogged down by loneliness and lowliness of my peers, and a sentimental band playing hits from my past makes for a concoction of emotional drive to go out and just be slightly a challenge. No family around me so I must make the best of my surroundings and accept how stupid the world is... I mean people accept me right?
