My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives

2004-11-06 | 10:31 a.m.

Has there been a significant drop in the number of updates on this thing lately? Of course. Concerts? Minus The Bear the day before yesterday; MISSED because of perceived homework. Le Tigre yesterday? MISSED because of stage crew work. Hopefully Pedro the Lion will prove to be a positive experience.

The last while has been... mediocre, by and large. School has been a surefire downer, with senioritis setting in fully; this coupled with the fact that I am a naturally lazy person makes things very very difficult (I am basically failing an art class because it's my only non-AP and so has the least importance to me). Straylight Run was a good concert; met some sophomores who seemed like decent folk, got to see the thumbs up actually acknowledged by a band, caused myself massive leg injuries, met retarded drunk college folk... all in all, interesting. The illicit music deal has been going quit well, to the point that I've been selected to teach others of the joys of indie record labels. The 'situation'? Existent now, and so I am pleased... for the time being. I would not consider myself to be in such an elevated position, but everything works out in the end.

The aforementioned stage crew work was, of course, not supposed to exist to the level it did, or be as difficult as it was. Luckily Marcos was around to help with the horrible sound equipment fiasco that was occurring, but he left before the start of the show; "Large Marge" had told us it'd be a comedian in front of the red curtain. Then that it'd be a comedian and rock band in front of a red curtain. When the rock band came, they were surprised that the red curtain was closed. Then we found out there were two bands. In addition, set-up had to be split between the show itself and the sound system for the Ramadan dinner (free food, very good, but piquant to an ungodly level). In the end, however, all was well, as K-Moss (Yes, those two are life partners indeed; his father didn't seem to mind), Juan Patricio (Arafat was probably poisoned by the Mossad, yes), Yeshua (I don't care if you think sex is always good to talk about, that particular person is disgusting to think of in such a situation) and I sallied forth for some 'cruisin' and got the crunk level of the car up to about 85% before several things caused it to crash down. Got home at 12:30AM (a very rare occurrence), got yelled at by the parents and went to bed, satisfied with the evening.

Oh yes, I have been ranting like mad, but sometimes one has to get one's thoughts out, even if, in this form (since people read it) I have to make these thoughts vague and inoffensive. Whoops!

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