Well i guess it's about time that i get rid of that last entry. I started taking B-vitamins (as well as c, e & a) and the whole depression thing seems to have gone away. Now i'm just hypomanic all the time. It makes me wonder.
A lot of shit has been going on lately. I've been doing the open mic thing still and i'm more than likely going to do one tomorrow. I don't know where yet, but there's a bunch on sunday. I'd tell you guys but it seems like everytime i say i'm going to be somewhere in my journal, something goes wrong. But i'm digging it and it makes me happy. Performing has really done wonders for my confidence, at least if i'm doing songs that i've rehearsed well.
You know what else makes me happy? When you part ways with someone on a street corner and you both turn around to look back at the same time. I could have died right there.
Anyway, it was good to see a lot of you at the 3rd of july party. I hope nobody felt slighted that I slipped away to play my guitar because I tend to get like that when i'm drunk. That fat neighbor kid put on a wild fire works display, no?
Today my sister and her boyfriend buzzed down to portland on a lark. When I was in seattle last time, my sister and her boy took me and my then girl out to some really good sushi. So this time i returned the favor and took them to resturant murata. My sis is a good person to go do sushi with because she speaks a little japanese, is fearless in her menu selections (so i ended up eating a 'surf clam') and knows how to chat up the sushi chef. Murata is old school in function, but you wouldn't recognize that by looking. They got this little old japanese guy who is always there and that fucker has a great eye for sushi. He barely talks in all the times i've been there and my sister got him to tell her (in a mix of japanese, english and hand gestures) all these little details in dealing with shrimp and clams. It was actually very fascinating because the shrimp where still alive and jumping around (the clams were still in their shells in the kitchen) and he was holding them up and talking about how you had to handle them carefully or they would attack you. He said that you tear off the head and drink the juices! I ain't that fearless, but it did revive my dormant fantasy of becoming the world's greatest sushi chef.
Let's see, what else? So many little stories to tell, but they all seem pointless unless i tell all of them because lately my life has been a weird story of isolated incidents that are none-the-less strangely intertwined in some kind of cosmic synchronicity. Meh, i guess i'll just be vague.
In other news, there's been a big shakeup in the old friends list. Now it's with 50% more sausage! I'm going to go around and post some comments in everyone's journal and in the journals of some folks i met at the party in a bit. But it's going to have to wait because SLC punk is on and the smokables are calling. Also I got the boys these giant meat bones (big as ther fucking heads!) and I have to watch them eat so that they don't choke or fight.
A lot of shit has been going on lately. I've been doing the open mic thing still and i'm more than likely going to do one tomorrow. I don't know where yet, but there's a bunch on sunday. I'd tell you guys but it seems like everytime i say i'm going to be somewhere in my journal, something goes wrong. But i'm digging it and it makes me happy. Performing has really done wonders for my confidence, at least if i'm doing songs that i've rehearsed well.
You know what else makes me happy? When you part ways with someone on a street corner and you both turn around to look back at the same time. I could have died right there.
Anyway, it was good to see a lot of you at the 3rd of july party. I hope nobody felt slighted that I slipped away to play my guitar because I tend to get like that when i'm drunk. That fat neighbor kid put on a wild fire works display, no?
Today my sister and her boyfriend buzzed down to portland on a lark. When I was in seattle last time, my sister and her boy took me and my then girl out to some really good sushi. So this time i returned the favor and took them to resturant murata. My sis is a good person to go do sushi with because she speaks a little japanese, is fearless in her menu selections (so i ended up eating a 'surf clam') and knows how to chat up the sushi chef. Murata is old school in function, but you wouldn't recognize that by looking. They got this little old japanese guy who is always there and that fucker has a great eye for sushi. He barely talks in all the times i've been there and my sister got him to tell her (in a mix of japanese, english and hand gestures) all these little details in dealing with shrimp and clams. It was actually very fascinating because the shrimp where still alive and jumping around (the clams were still in their shells in the kitchen) and he was holding them up and talking about how you had to handle them carefully or they would attack you. He said that you tear off the head and drink the juices! I ain't that fearless, but it did revive my dormant fantasy of becoming the world's greatest sushi chef.
Let's see, what else? So many little stories to tell, but they all seem pointless unless i tell all of them because lately my life has been a weird story of isolated incidents that are none-the-less strangely intertwined in some kind of cosmic synchronicity. Meh, i guess i'll just be vague.
In other news, there's been a big shakeup in the old friends list. Now it's with 50% more sausage! I'm going to go around and post some comments in everyone's journal and in the journals of some folks i met at the party in a bit. But it's going to have to wait because SLC punk is on and the smokables are calling. Also I got the boys these giant meat bones (big as ther fucking heads!) and I have to watch them eat so that they don't choke or fight.
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