i've been stressing pretty bad these last few days. not really bad or anything, but just enough to keep me on edge it seems.
the shows themselves have been pretty good this week although everything surrounding them seems to be going to hell. monday we were without a p.a. system with about an hour to go before the show. when we started asking where the unit i reserved (a week prior) was, reservations said that it we didn't have anything reserved. once it was all cleared up, the head guy (whom i'd spoken to earlier that day regarding it) just said, "sorry, i forgot." thanks buddy.
last night at about 6:45 eyeball records girl (i only call her that because i don't know her real name, and anytime there's an eyeball records band playing, she's at the show) came in with some of her friends and says to me "you know Femme Fatality isn't playing tonight right? they put it on their myspace." well fucking hell, i don't have motherfucking myspace, nor did i have time to do much of anything computer related, which explains why i didn't get that email that was sent to me at two in the morning the day of the show from monanani saying that octavia (the only other member of the band) quit. the kicker to this is that the student organizations office that i have to deal with to take the money out of our budget to pay the bands hasn't been able to get any of the checks that i need for this week....with the exception of the Femme Fatality check. i'm "required" to have my paper work submitted 32 days in advance to be able to get checks for funds from our own fucking accounts, which is rediculous enough. but now, despite that i had everything in for all the bands for the four shows i've got this week, i don't have any checks.
i did manage to make some quailty used music purchases last night. one of the riverwest kids was selling off some of his stuff.
vinyl: Crispus Attucks - ...Destroy The Teacher, Common Rider - This Is Unity Music, The Queers - Don't Back Down
cd: (You're only as good as) The Last Great Thing You Did; Lookout! Records artist exhibit 1997
i think i'm going back home tommorow to do some laundry and look for some shit that i forgot to bring when i moved. my parents are up in Tomahawk for the weekend for the motorcycle rally. last year my spring break was a vacation to picturesque Sheboygan Falls, WI. it was highlighted by a few trips to Sheboygan for coffee. the week before my parent got home from Bike Week in Daytona Beach, FL. i can't shake the notion that my parents are cooler than me. the moral of the story is that i'm going to be home alone if any(no)one cares to "party".
"i'm sorry all i could ever do was appologize..."
the shows themselves have been pretty good this week although everything surrounding them seems to be going to hell. monday we were without a p.a. system with about an hour to go before the show. when we started asking where the unit i reserved (a week prior) was, reservations said that it we didn't have anything reserved. once it was all cleared up, the head guy (whom i'd spoken to earlier that day regarding it) just said, "sorry, i forgot." thanks buddy.
last night at about 6:45 eyeball records girl (i only call her that because i don't know her real name, and anytime there's an eyeball records band playing, she's at the show) came in with some of her friends and says to me "you know Femme Fatality isn't playing tonight right? they put it on their myspace." well fucking hell, i don't have motherfucking myspace, nor did i have time to do much of anything computer related, which explains why i didn't get that email that was sent to me at two in the morning the day of the show from monanani saying that octavia (the only other member of the band) quit. the kicker to this is that the student organizations office that i have to deal with to take the money out of our budget to pay the bands hasn't been able to get any of the checks that i need for this week....with the exception of the Femme Fatality check. i'm "required" to have my paper work submitted 32 days in advance to be able to get checks for funds from our own fucking accounts, which is rediculous enough. but now, despite that i had everything in for all the bands for the four shows i've got this week, i don't have any checks.
i did manage to make some quailty used music purchases last night. one of the riverwest kids was selling off some of his stuff.
vinyl: Crispus Attucks - ...Destroy The Teacher, Common Rider - This Is Unity Music, The Queers - Don't Back Down
cd: (You're only as good as) The Last Great Thing You Did; Lookout! Records artist exhibit 1997
i think i'm going back home tommorow to do some laundry and look for some shit that i forgot to bring when i moved. my parents are up in Tomahawk for the weekend for the motorcycle rally. last year my spring break was a vacation to picturesque Sheboygan Falls, WI. it was highlighted by a few trips to Sheboygan for coffee. the week before my parent got home from Bike Week in Daytona Beach, FL. i can't shake the notion that my parents are cooler than me. the moral of the story is that i'm going to be home alone if any(no)one cares to "party".
"i'm sorry all i could ever do was appologize..."
Anyway.. If you've got an idea already, by all means go ahead and go for it. I still haven't had the chance to give it much thought. Work today was.. Ugh. I touched somewhere around 150 pairs of camo trousers. Meaning I had to stand all day. GAH. My legs ache..
Oooh! Tonight I'm geting pierced! I kinda wish you didn't live in Milwaukee, cause then you could come hangout with us. It's going to be a grand ole time.. YES. It's FRIDAY!!
Alright, well I'm gonna go take another shower. My second one today. RAR.
Ttyl.
I'm sort of disappointed in myself for staying in so often lately. I'm not even motivated to get up off my ass and walk to the library to read, like I did last year. Perhaps it's got something to do with, now that I'm here I'm kind of..bored with the idea? I hope not, this could just be a little rut. I need to climb out of it.
No new cds for me, and it looks like I'm going to starve a bit..
Have fun doing laundry..
I find it sort of sad that I looked forward to going home and doing wash. It was something to do. Chores. Yay..