Ah Damn.

Starting this morning I had to switch over to living a real life for a while. Not saying my life before was not real, it was just more of a fantasy/ dream that I was living. Now the band is on a large break, so it was time to make money, hence getting a job. I was ready for the 9-5 grind, but it's become a little more than that, something like 7- 5(or 8) it's different everyday. It will be nice getting the paycheck though. I think since my last post pretty much anything bad happened that could (short of someone dying). We could start with last weekend, Jeff lost his voice, a show was cancelled in Hollywood, fast forward to Wednesday night, we're driving to San Jose, the last show before Thanksgiving and home. The van breaks down, bad. Oil is pouring out everywhere and to add to matters, we happened to run over an open pocket knife the same time our engine block cracks, so we have oil and a hissing/ flattening tire to deal with. We miss the show, make it home early in the morning, my Thanksgiving dinner was pretty much the crappiest one I 've had in years. The next day was my birthday, not much fun there either. We played an early afternoon show in Roseville, the plus to this, besides waking up at 8am, was eating the new Chick- Fil- A in Roseville. That night we went to a party in Chico, Ben and I broke up a fight between some underage bros, dumbass kids getting the cops called to someone else's home. Everything else lately has been going by so fast, I'm exhausted at 8pm, it's my bedtime now, work and sleep. I got asked to judge a battle of the bands Friday night, so I have that to look forward to, I'm actually pretty excited for it, I'll just keep my fingers crossed that not all of the bands are horrible. I'm currently compiling my tour stories in my new journal, that, by the way, was one of the best birthday presents I've gotten in a long time, so those should be up in the near future.

Sam R.I.P.

I found out this morning on CNN.com that Sam, the world's ugliest dog, has died just short of turning 15. Poor thing, I'm surprised no one tried to kill him earlier on in life. Rest in peace Sam.

Sugar Shack

I'm in Orange County not doing a damn thing, and it's been great. The shows so far have been a lot of fun, The Junior Varsity are some excellent guys, I like them. We cancelled last night, loss of voice means no show will happen. Tonight's show was cancelled due to the promoter not having his shit together, it's okay, I liked sleeping in and going to the beach. Last night some of us plus friends went to a nice little dive bar, the bartender gave me some free drinks for my birthday, which by the way, is this friday, send me things. That's pretty much all the excitement I had for the night. The rest of my day today, after going to the beach, was spent watching movies and eating pizza, nothing better than doing nothing. That's it, some extremely boring, but enjoyable shit going on.

You Don't Have To Laugh

My friend Brad found this (click on the first one), I think it's pretty funny. You may not, that just means you have an extremely boring sense of humor, that's all.

Got to got to be Baby.

It's a nice little Sunday afternoon here in good 'ol Chico. I was given a new stereo by my grandma, so now I can listen to the radio, which is what I'm currently doing, and it's double shot Sunday, that's right, a double dose of Van Halen followed by The Greatful Dead, alright. As of this week I decided to be a little health conscious so I started jogging/ walking in the mornings. I am out of shape. After the first day I had the worst shin and leg pains since I got tall seven years ago. I also am trying my hardest to stop smoking. I cut back a whole lot, 2- 4 a day, I'm trying to get to none, we'll see. If you don't like maintaining your lawn you should call me and I'll make it look better than it did before, I'll rake, mow, water, whatever you need, but you need to pay me, I can't go around doing this stuff for free. As you can tell I have nothing to do but talk about mundane crap, time for a walk I guess.

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I have no idea why I thought my last post was a good idea. I'm sorry, now I look like some weird ass cat lover that can't enough of cats with crap on them. Sorry, that's not me, but sometimes people think some things are funny for a little while, even if they aren't. I just wanted to set the record straight.

Waste of Time

This page is pretty funny, and kind of weird too. But I think you'll laugh.

Fucking Chico California

Since my last post I've been at home doing pretty much nothing. I was supposed to be on tour but my band has been having a bit of a bad luck streak. First off, Jeff got sick, very sick. I think he contracted a form of malaria from that time we stayed at that group of pygmies house, so we had to cancel some shows. Secondly, our trailer caught a bad case of balding, flat tire, so we probably might have wrecked had we gone on tour, we took care of that problem. With my time off I've been sitting around home watching episodes of Judge Alex, he's my least favorite judge on TV, except for Judge Wopner and his new Prop. 77 commercials. Some of us took a trip to San Francisco this weekend, I got to see a great show, hang out with friends and consume lots of fun. Did you know fun comes in both Jack Daniels and Miller Lite flavors? Now you know. The rain finally quit being timid and showed itself today. My gutters are full of leaves so everything is nice and wet, awesome. Friday night Fall Out Boy played in town, I went to check it out. The first two bands got, basically, a big, shitty middle finger from the sound guy. He did the worst job of running sound EVER. I had to leave during one of the bands it was so terrible. I don't know the guy, but I hate him. The rest of the show was good even though the thousand other people there were fifteen year old girls and their scene boyfriends. I bet a lot of them got grounded for staying out past eleven. One more little nugget of greatness, my IPod took one final shit on me and will never work again. Now I get to spend a week putting music on my computer, again, and another week waiting for a new IPod to come in the mail.