won't you believe it it's just my luck won't you believe it it's just my luck won't you believe it it's just my luck won't you believe it it's just my luck NO RECESS
-nirvana
yeah, i know, it's friday night and i'm not going anywhere. i'm instant messaging with denise and blowing out the speakers of my cheap little wal-mart radio. the tape i made for erick over winter break was sort of wussy-indie, so now i'm making another one with a "rock you like a hurricane" theme. it's hard. it's heavy. it's crunchy. it's exactly what i need.
my options for the night were the above and the senior class fandango, whatever that means. right now in the gund ballroom (refer to virtual tour of kenyon so i don't have to), my fellow classmates are getting down with some faculty and some kegs of beer. it was more than i could face and more than i could bear. i took a long nap and read and now i'm recharging, preparing myself for what promises to be another thrilling weekend in the cornfields. which, i am told, are actually mostly soy. how's that for bubble-bursting.
maybe in a little while i'll go on a cleaning spree. i wasn't kidding when i said the nap was long. about three hours. so now i'm wide awake and trying to repress the urge to rock out because there's nothing to do and nowhere to go and aaaaahhhhhh save me!!!
i don't need to sleep or eat / i smoke a thousand cigarettes. sebadoh knows how to rock out. no, that's not on the tape, but "dramamine" is.
wow. not a whole lot to say tonight. i'm going to continue being bored and angst-ridden now, and making this tape, and yeah, whatever. and hey, if you're around and find yourself with nothing to do, give me a call.
