ain't that the truth? mutemath: backfire. please listen to it, i'm really excited about this show. perhaps its been too long since i've seen a *good* band play...
if you know me, you know i'm a planner and an organizer and i've even been called a controller, but i usually have the people who say such things killed. i'm trying to abandon that notion i think, 'cause when the plans fall through its all angry faces, and i don't want any angry faces any more...
mat's lecturing me about fork. i'm not even arguing with him, but i think he's mad at me. i feel like i'm always getting yelled at by linux/unix/systems guys. wtf.
so this last weekend eric and justin came to visit. it was a friday night call requesting a place to stay so they could go to all the city festivals this last weekend (that i mostly missed, dang) including, but not limited to lovefest, oktoberfest, hardly strictly legal bluegrass, and the sand castle building contest :-) i love it when eric and justin come to town. i can always count on laughing until i almost pee my pants. i bring this up because when eric walked in the door he had a suspicious brown paper bag and shifty eyes. he placed the bag in the freezer. when he left, he didn't take the paper bag with him, and i think i can speak for the entire F.S.D. when i say when i am terrified to look at what's inside of that bag. i texted him and i said "hey, did you leave something in the freezer" he replied "yep." that's it. god i love eric.
i think i might have told this story to a sect of my crew, but matt and i went to place pigalle on friday night. if you've lived with me, you'll know i typically protest going to that bar, sure its a half block away, but for some reason it rubs me the wrong way. i think its because in my brain, bars have vodka. who knows. nonetheless, matt and i are sitting there and this girl pops out of the back little room and says something about needing small bills and being out of a bunch of beer or something and i say "holy shit. i know that girl. her name is lindsay and i knew her when i was in highschool on maui." and so i walk up to the bar and i'm all "is your name lindsey katz?" and she doesn't recognize me at first, probably because i was infinity times more punk rock then, and a bit smaller, but then i'm like "your mom lived a few buildings down from my dad in kihei" and she goes "holy shit! we used to take showers together" and i laughed. and she laughed. and matt laughed. turns out she's worked there four years but i'm such a pooper about going there, i never noticed. san francisco is a fucking rad city to run into someone you used to hang with on maui. yah. anyway, go to place pigalle and spend all your money.
tuesdays are F.S.D I-Know-An-Album-You-Don't-Know night. Diana, Shandy and I take turns making dinner for the group and playing an album that meets a few criteria: 1) album is hopefully never heard by the other two members of the house 2) you like the album 3) you think the other two members of the house would *like* to hear the album that you present. we invented this night whilst in the swimming pool in costa rica, and i might say that the experiment has finished it's first iteration and its going quite well. i apologize to sweet dee for pooping on two of her band choices (actually they're just two bands i already know and love) Prachi and Matt have also joined us on these occasions and yous guys are all welcomed. its good for roommate bonding. dee's final choice, fila brazillia had a lot of beep beep boop boops and we all envisioned the music videos that would accompany the songs. it was rad.
i set the alarm off at work today. i'm not sure why i can't respond well to lights blinking and alarms sounding, but its hard for me to remember my top secret pass code when this happens. does anyone have advice? i'll take it, please & thank you.
*devo*
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dude, blogspot. i didn't write this on monday, i wrote it on wednesday
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