why is harry potter soo good? no, really, someone tell me? is it just that i'm an 8 year old boy at heart? i'm about 200 pages in and i've had it a few days. i'm going extra slow on purpose. i got the canadian edition. it has the original british text and so far it's actually been pretty apparent. though only one phrase did i not totally understand and i wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't changed in the american.
i just joined friendster. (i tried to hook y'all up straight to my profile, but it apparently doesn't work that way. i'm under al fair there.) yup, i made that leap. hey, i'm still not on livejournal. i'm not a total dork. um. yeah. ok i'm a total dork! what the fuck. i can't really do anything about it.
i've been doing pretty good the past week. i got a rug, though i haven't put it down yet (i'm not that quick) and i've been doing a lot of work on the band website redesign which i am alternately excited by and frustrated with. or concurrently. i've been actually looking for work, which has made me way less anxious in my offtime. woo! yeah, so, um, that's me.
i saw an old friend last week up in the chester and i was like, 'hey' and she was like 'hey' and that was it. and that's ok. but i just stalked her on friendster and she's totally there and only connected to me by like 3 people. nuts. i'm not going to contact her or anything. forward, dammit, think forward. ok.
-al
6.27.2003
so take off all your clothes
i can't believe how hot it is. i wish it would start raining already.
i talked to osc on the phone like 8 times yesterday. i'm so pathetic. one of those times was while i was walking home from the train in the middle of the night. a woman stopped me on humboldt and said, 'from a distance, you look drunk.' i don't know if she meant cause i was wobbling or because i was talking to myself. i just said, 'i am drunk' and laughed (and yeah, i was quite drunk). she told me to be careful and i told her i was almost home. how come strangers only talk to me when i'm drunk? ok, that's not true. maybe it's just more interesting. or maybe i only talk back when i'm drunk, shy jerk that i am.
speaking of being drunk, i guess i promised tour stories. we got a lot of free beer on tour. this is unusual because we usually play in people's houses, but this tour we played a lot of clubs. what a story! no, it's just too hot to sit out here any longer. sorry.
-al
6.23.2003
blech
i have been "on" too many days in a row. when does it end? how do people live like this and not fall apart?
-al
6.18.2003
it's easy being on the road, it's being home that keeps me unstable
so ho ho, i got back from tour about a week and a half ago. i bet y'all want me to regale you with tales of tour, but, alas, not now. maybe later. i'm sick right now. i seem to have a cold. why, i don't know. i feel like crap.
since getting home, i've been looking for work and buying comic books. that's pretty much it. no work, lots of comic books. sigh. looking for a job is worse than having one. that's my opinion. it sucks so hard. and no one is hiring. i get really angry at hipsters i see walking down the street. because i know they have jobs. and i know that partially why they have them is becuase they're 'hip'. becuase they have connections. how come i have 0 friends with possible job connections? it's not that i have no friends. i applied at toys in babeland again. and even though i heard someone just quit, i am certain i will not be the replacement. oh, and i called about this telefundraising job and when they called back with the email address to send my resume to, i fucking erased it by accident. grrrr.
oh, i saw The Italian Job and i really liked it. i recomend it, it was a good time.
