I forgot how awesome an excellent rock show can be.

New Black has once again restored my faith in rock and roll this past Friday, but after them the headlining band was mediocre. This super-cool girl and I started making fun of them after they sang a song with the lyrics "tongues - everybody's got one." All we could do was look at each other with that shocked "did they just sing that?" look on our faces. After that it didn't matter; to us, every song was about tongues. But this blog isn't about music, is it?

The experience was just too mediocre to end the night with, so we went to the Note and made fun of white people dancing. Then we stole a block of wood. I'm sure the Note is turning the place upside down right now looking for it. If you see the police reports, keep your mouth shut.

Our lust for crimes no one will ever notice or even care about was not satiated. We found an open door on Milwaukee Avenue leading to a basement. Did you know all the basements on Milwaukee Avenue are connected? Neither did we, but we followed the trail as far as it would let us. It stopped at some stairs, at the top of which was bad hip hop music. Neither of us liked hip hop music so we decided not to go up. In fact, we disliked the music so much that we found their circuit breaker and shut it off. I have no idea which club that was but if you were somewhere on Friday night enjoying your bad hip hop music, and were suddenly in darkness, yeah, that was us. In fact, let me know, because I'd love to know where we were.

This guy came down the stairs and was whining about losing power for some reason. Another guy came from the other direction and told us we had to leave. He didn't even put together the fact that we were standing next to a circuit breaker. Some people are idiots, and I tend to benefit from that.

I may never see her again, but we'll always have the Milwaukee Avenue basements. And a block of wood.

listening to: new black.
in my sink: a plant on icu and 2 cups.

Five days ago, I stopped drinking for a while, because I was getting a little too out of control for my comfort while drunk, as I've posted elsewhere. However, I went to Innjoy Tuesday night and felt so out of place, just because I was the only sober one there. I tried to talk to people but all the conversations quickly degraded to "Hell yeah's" and "F**kin' A!" on the other end. To be honest, half of the problem is me, because I'm not a very good conversationalist when sober. Only, now I know I'm not really a good conversationalist when drunk, either.

Now I've stopped drinking (for a while at least), and I'm as bored as I've ever been. Now I know, I drank to relieve this intense, oppressive boredom. I'm so bored I wrote this on a post-it note:

There must be something more. There must always be something more. When you're bored you find something else to do, something else to create, something else to consume and to consume you, but what if nothing holds your interest? What if there's really seriously nothing you want to do? You sit and stare out the window, and even the view is nothing you want to see, but you won't even turn your head because the view over there isn't any bit better.

There must be something more, but you're so bored you don't even care to look away from the wall and search for it.

Yeah, I'm that bored.

I just want to make it until Friday, so I know my body is cleared, the anger and violence (which is often masked but shows up full force after a few beers) is out of my system, and I am completely reset. I mean, I used to be such a fun drunk. Well, okay, at least I had fun.

listening to: musak.
in my sink: i think i moved parts of the living room into my sink too. the entire apartment is a disaster area but i'm completely unmotivated to clean it.

I finally deleted her number from my cell phone. It was incredibly easy to do; in fact, it was pretty much done as an afterthought. Going through the list, I came across her name, and thought, "Oh, that's still there?" One press of a button later, and it's gone.

For those of you not in the know, I was dating this girl, if you could even call it dating - more like we went out to dinner and other things a few times. She was smart, beautiful, affectionate, and way out of my league. I often drew comparisons to the relationship between John Cusack and Catherine Zeta Jones in High Fidelity. She was slumming, and it would only be a matter of time before she woke up and found someone much better than me. Only, well, she was already doing that on the side. Granted, we didn't make any serious commitments or promises to each other, but whatever. One night of passion and love and whatever would be followed by a week of being ignored or told that it was all really nothing. Then I'd get a phone call, lather, rinse, repeat. Sometimes it would even be preceded by some big favor she needed of me.

So okay, it didn't take me TOO long to get some semblance of pride back and tell her, in so many words, to piss off. I don't care how beautiful or awesome you are; no woman is worth that. Apparently, my self esteem isn't actually that low. Who knew?

listening to: sister soleil.
in my sink: the entire kitchen. i know, i can't believe it fits, either.