yourfacehxc

went to the cubs v. sox game friday and cried my way through 9 gruesome innings. bleh. we got our asses kicked. but at least the cubbies won yesterday. and after the game, a sox vendor and a cubs vendor duked it out at clark and addison. a shit ton of cops came. traffic sucked. but i was on my bike so that was that.

agnostic front and champion were last night. decent show. bad turnout.

got me a nice suit on friday night at three different locations. three different locations = three different shades of black. is that ok or will i just look more ridiculous than i do now? who needs that kind of pressure. but some girl asked me for my number at h&m. good times.

my buddies tommy and darek and i have started our bad. i'm singing, darek's on guitar, and tommy does drums. tommy's the only real talent. darek is good. and i'm ok. i lost my voice but found it yesterday. our tentative name is bridge vomit. named after the time i got my bridge pierced when i turned 18 and while we were waiting, we checked out tattoos.
blake."hey, here's the chinese symbol for vomit."
darek."if you puke you could get bridge vomit tattooed on you."
me."bridge vomit. that's a great name for a band."
not really. but 2+ years later...here we are.

i don't think i'll be keeping my sg account much longer. i'm losing interest pretty rapidly. so in case of cancelation, here's my e-mail for those who want it. yourfacehxc@yahoo.com