I'm really tired of Del Taco. I told my manager on Friday that I wasn't comming in on Monday. Which, I spent mostly with Paul, his friend Robair, and Sabrina. First, we picked up Robair, and headed to Granada Hills to pick up a Fender half stack for the show on Oct. 19 (YOU BETTER BE THERE). After finding a way to fit the cab in Paul's trunk, we headed to Robair's cyropractor, because he had an appoitment. Sabrina and I got food at Carl's JR, while Paul ordered at El Pollo Loco. Sabrina and I headed to El Pollo Loco after ordering, sat with Paul, ate, and waited for Robair. After all of that was done, and Robair was out, we got back in the car, and headed back to Burbank. We stopped at Paul's house to pick up the CD that had the print out of our shows flyers. He ran out of ink, and we needed more flyers. We headed to Kinko's, which for some reason, Paul didn't make any copies... then we went to the mall, which, we pretty much walked in, and out of (except I got a McFlurry, and Sabrina had a yogurt parfeit or whatever the fuck it is). Then, Robair was dropped off, then Paul, Sabrina, and I headed to Chris's house. It was kind of funny, cause on the way, Paul found out that Sabrina thought Chris and Sean were both cute. Paul and I wouldn't leave her alone about which one she thought was cuter.
Anyway, we got to Chris's house, and we rolled the half stack in. I pluged it up, and tested it out. It worked, but it sounded kind of bad, but then again, it's a loud peice of equipment that was being played really low, so, of course it's gunna sound weird. After that, we all were in Chris's room, and waited for Chris's dad to print us a one page with 4 flyers on it. We then headed to the same kinko's we were at earlier, and it was then I think... 100 copies were made (4 on each page = 400 flyers). Anyway, after cutting some excess paper off of the flyers, breaking Kinko's cutting equipment, and cutting more paper, we finally had all of our flyers cut, and ready to hand out (which made me realize that Paul had made 500 flyers before, and there we were, making another 400... where the fuck did they all go?).
Well, we were headed home, and it was pretty funny, cause Sabrina's black converse are shot to shit, and she never seemed to realize it until tonight. On the way home, Paul threw one of her shoes out of the window. Of course, we ended up going back to get it (after missing it the first attempt) but seeing it laying next to the curb, was pretty sad. It was a depressing shoe. It really was.
Today (Tuesday) is work, which sucks cause I hate that fucking place, but it's good cause I get my paycheck, but then it sucks again cause when I combine my check with what I have now, I still won't have enough to get a shitty half stack. Which, all sucks anyway. Paul was talkin' about job openings at Hollywood Video, which is close to here. Paul and I both want to work there (since he quit his job). Hopefully him and I can get the same hours. If we did, it'd kick a lot of ass because we'd be going to work, and leaving at the same time. The only thing bad thing is that Chris works until 5 or 6pm. Our last practice was at our new shedual time (6PM - 9PM) - it was our second practice at that time, and it was the first time the cops stopped us. They said we sounded good, but around 8:30PM, they told us to turn it down, or to just shut it off. So, we stopped. We got some pictures taken of us that night, but they were all black and white, and the lighting was bad, so, the pictures came out bad too. You can see a few of them at the bands new site - Five Points Up
That's it for now. I'll try to update at the end of the week. My heartagram belt buckle STILL ISN'T HERE, and I'm kind of annoyed now. I'm gunna keep emailing the guy and asking what the fuck is up.
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Monday, October 7, 2002
4:11 PM
Howdy. Hmm, updating seems more and more rediculous everytime I do it. Anyway, things have sort of picked up a bit around here the last few days. On Friday, Sabrina was up here for the weekend, and went to my band's practice. She got to hear how we sound, and she really digs us, which is cool. Saturday, band practice again, nothing too special happend, except I revamped my guitar's look, and now I think it has more charactor to it.
On Sunday, we worked on a new song, which is probably gunna be called "When I Think Of You" which is a pretty fast paced song. It needs to be practiced a lot more, because Paul was getting confused on what to play, and Sean was getting so confused (but it's a really easy song) he started to like, attack his drum set. It was kind of scary! Anyway, after practice, we (Me, Sabrina, Paul, Chris, Sean) headed out for dinner. We ate at a Big Boys resturant, which when we first got there..... thought was so packed, that it would be pointless to go. Well, we did anyway. When we got there, we waited a bit for a table to open up. Once it did, we sat at the table for a good.. 15-20 minutes before someone actually came to set up silverware. Ohh, god, it sucked. After we ordered, and got our food, we kept sending the waiter back, because something was wrong with our order, or something was missing. It was pretty amusing, but I know the waiter was getting pretty pissed. So, we ate, and laughed a lot. I ended up laughing at something Paul said, and I spit my milkshake. It splattered pretty much all over the table. It was the funniest thing of the night. Anyway, the total came to like $55 and something cents. After we ate, and sexually harassed the Big Boy statue outside, we headed home. Paul decided to go nuts and start swurving his car, and speeding up and hitting speed bumps. That was pretty fun too. When we got on my street, he sped up, then hit his breaks, so the car skideded (heh) and made noise. My mom ran outside of the house (it was like, past 9PM) and she was like, "What the fuck!?" Anyway, yeah, Sabrina left during the new Jackass The Movie music video, which, wasn't that good, because, I don't think Andrew W.K. is entertaining.
Today, I pretty much wanted to quit my job. I headed to work at 10:52AM, thinking how cool it would be to not even go in, and just start picking up applications for other places. Of course, I went to work, and worked my whole shift. Wasn't too bad, I guess... until the last person I worked with, accused me of being gay. He asked me if I was an Angel fan, and I said no, and that I didn't watch much sports. He said he'd tell me something after I got his food. Once I brought it to him, he asked me if I liked guys, and I was like, "No? and he said that 99.6% of guys that dont watch sports, aren't straight. I told him I watch skateboarding when I see it's on. Then he remembered that skateboarding was an extreme sport, and then said that I was okay. I felt pretty awkward, but, it was time for me to leave anyway.
By the time I got home, and went online, I got in a bad mood, and well, Im sort of calmed now, I'm sure anything can flare me up again. It sucks because there's no band practice today, or tomorrow. So, now I have nothing to do really. I'll probably take Raven out, and maybe skate around a little bit. Maybe work on a new song, and .. be bored. Good news though, the Honda Accord sitting in the garage will most likely be put in my name, and I'll be paying the insurance, which pretty much means the car will be mine. All I have to do, is drive my mom around (which I wanted to do in the first place) as well as take Yia Yia (grandma) places as well, which is fine, because I wouldn't mind. I still need my drivers license, so, I'm gunna talk to Marvin's mom about her helping me out.
On another note, my heartagram belt buckle should be here around Thursday, or Friday. I'm really excited about that. Oh, bit of a tangent here... Christina and I have somewhat rebuilt our friendship, and now for some reason, she seems to find me more laidback, and easier to talk to. I wonder why. Anyway, that's all for now. My next update won't be until.. probably Wednesday, or Friday. Or whenever I get my belt buckle. But um, check out the band I play in (Five Points Up) at http://www.fivepointsup.iscrappy.com and sign the book. Not like there's any real reason to do it, but still, be a pal. Ah thank you.