well…scott now has a complete skateboard. after hearing him talk about thrashing and poolriding since watching dogtown and z-boys, i guess it's time for him to kick his dreams into gear and go buck. or fall a lot. one or the other. we'll see how it goes. hopefully he doesn't end up in prison like jay adams…

we watched chopper the other night. i think i have a new hero.

i have now decided that easy mac is one of the greatest inventions ever. it's like zap, stir…mac and cheese! i think it must be magic…

not much else happening, really. enjoying my second day off in a row. i've come to realize how uninteresting life is when you don't have to work. you kinda just lay around, read, watch tv, and play video games. i guess there's really nothing wrong with any of that…

saturday night didn't end up with me doing as much drinking as i had planned. i went to cahoots and had a couple of cold ones and a basket of fries. i ran into rebecca and ended up seeing a girl i went to high school with. it was a pretty bizarre situation because i was never "cool" enough for her to talk to back in our school days (being one of he token skateboarder/punk rock kids), but she was all about chatting me up at the bar. i asked her what she had been doing since her release from hell and she mentioned moving to florida for 3 years, to which i answered "i hate florida." typical response from me, i guess.

after that i opened the store on sunday morning and then scott and i had a sparsely attended cookout. it doesn't really matter who was there, though…the burgers were great and the corn was cooked to perfection. the few people that did show up hung out and we all drank our asses off to celebrate the end of summer (classes at u of l started the next day). fun was had by all, i'm sure.

now i'm just kickin' it, enjoying my day off. maybe i'll try to do something constructive today…like drink myself to death.

well…i'm back from chicago. we had a whirlwind jam-packed weekend in the "windy city," to say the least. the first place we hit once we got into town was the always amazing flattop grill. i introduced my cohorts (rebecca, star and mr. king himself) to one of my favorite places on the planet to eat. everyone ended up stamping it with their own personal seal of approval. i finally busted out some plum sauce and an egg, for all those who know what he hell i'm talkin' about.

after that it was straight to the double door to see hot snakes. we only missed the first band, and i almost wish we had missed the second, they were pretty standard. pretty boring. and the drinks were too damn expensive (and weak) to make them any more interesting. so we suffered through by making fun of the various chicago people that look like bizarro versions of our friends here at home.

then hot snakes hit the stage. and the roof of the place was completely blown off. it was hot as a motherfucker up in there, but we still stuck it out in the very front. they played all the hits, including an old pitchfork song. simply amazing. they closed their first set with salton city and early on in the song, john (reis. speedo. whatever) took the mic off the stand and shoved it in my face so i could scream "give us a kiss." if you don't know what i'm talking about, go back and listen to that first hot snakes record, stat!

when they were done playing, we filed our sweaty asses outside to get some much needed fresh air. we followed some friends of rebecca's back to their place to stay the night. now…i've been in some sketchy places before, but this place was truly a dump. the guys were cool as hell, but i seriously thought a rat was going to jump out of the nearest pile of whatever and bite my fucking face off. we ended up walking down the street to some horribly overlit dive of a bar and had one drink before getting pissed off about more weak drinks and overly creeped out by all the light. back to the dump. straight to sleep.

today we hit the art institute to see a huge exhibition of gerard richter's paintings. tons of amazing stuff. really. go see it asap.

and then we came home.

and now i'm typing this.

and now i'm gonna go get some serious drinking done.

i'd probably think it was mildly amusing that i get so completely disoriented when my alarm goes off at 5:45am. you know…if it wasn't 5:45 in the damn morning. this morning i woke up and was wondering what the fuck that noise was and tried to turn on my light, which promptly blew out. so here i am, flashblind and not knowing where the fuck i am and what the living hell is going on.

pretty much like the rest of my life, i guess.

i hate my new toothpaste, but i sure do love my naked juice.

to hell with it…time to drive to work.

i keep dilly-dallying and generally fucking around and forgetting to update this wacky l'il site. i would make a promise to be more regular with my updates, but that would be a promise, and i'm not feeling very 100% about those, at the moment.

speaking of "regular"…all this coffee i've been drinking has been working wonders.

so last night i was all content to call it an early night and go to bed at a reasonable hour, mainly because i had to open the store this morning (i had to be there at 6:30am). that plan got thrown in the trashheap at around 11pm when a couple of co-workers (my manager being one of them, no less) called up and wanted to hang out. we sat on my back deck shooting the shit and drinking a bunch of beer until about 2 in the morning. then i tried to go to bed, not succeeding at falling asleep for some time. i got up at 5:45, getting a grand total of about 3 hours of sleep.

and then work. and massive amounts of coffee.

and then home. and lunch. hopefully soon a nap. i have to open again tomorrow. i am so not a morning person.

this weekend: chicago. hot snakes. flattop grill. beer. fun.

last night was a perfect example of not making plans and then having some materialize out of thin air. even if the plans are just to go down to cahoots to keep drinking.

amy and i were sitting at work last night thinking "it's friday. we should do something tonight." this ended up with her calling me later in the evening and coming over to the house. slowly more people started showing up, and we were drinking our various frosty beverages. we decided to roll down to cahoots (mainly because john was going stir-crazy and kept saying "let's gooooo!") for more alcoholic goodness. the rest of the evening is a blur of bourbon drinks shoved in my face followed by a "finish this." i remember talking at length about dave grohl's prowess behind a drum kit and listening to the new queens of the stone age record. oddly enough, those two things weren't related.

now i'm off to go get some lunch with the matt. don't bitch about the short update…saturdays are normally non-update days, as it is.

scott and i ended up watching dogtown and z-boys last night. it's an awesome movie, and i highly recommend it to anyone who has any interest in skateboarding, whatsoever. they set the jay adams part up to be so sad, but you never figure out why its such a bummer until the very end of the movie. there's a whole generation of kids out there that think that skateboarding began with tony hawk…

not much else has been going on. just work and other such nonsense. i skipped yet another show last night (second story man…sorry guys)…i just don't feel like going out, lately. it's a sickness. i'm sure i'll get over it. especially considering it's friday and i'm off tomorrow. looks like an opening to party if i've ever seen one…

i have to leave for work in seven minutes…

the kentucky state fair started last night. i've decided i want to get a bunch of people together, hit the beer tent, get loaded, and then wander around the fair. something tells me all the retarded redneck bullshit will be a hell of a lot more entertaining at that point.

time to scoot to work…

i've spent most of my day off doing a whole bunch of nothing. when you do so much nothing, you generally don't have much to post about…

my hey mercedes review has been posted at 75 or less. that's something, right? expect the queens of the stone age review whenever the damn record finally comes out…

this game is completely addictive. it is also insanely maddening. it's hard to find a game that makes you want to punch our computer, yet you can't stop playing the fucking thing.

remember those plans i had to go to chicago to see hot snakes? well…it looks like the show isn't actually until next week. i jumped the gun, and because i was so ill prepared, i may not have those days off work. oops. you should still go check out their site. it's an awesome flash extravaganza.

for some reason i keep listening to ludacris.

i discovered that one of my favorite bands may be breaking up…the casket lottery is going on "hiatus" soon. we all know what that means…

at the drive-in is still on hiatus, if you catch my drift.

time to go lay around and do some more nothing…

it's been a couple of days since i've updated, so i figure i better get on the ball…

i had to open the store today. one thing i've just come to realize is…coffeeshops open really fuckin' early. this is also bad when you try to force yourself to go to bed at a reasonable hour when you're not really tired. i tossed and turned and don't remember getting any actual sleep until right before my alarm clock went off at 5:45am. i only know this because i remember seeing the clock and realizing i had 15 more minutes to "sleep," and i was dreaming when the alarm sounded. i guess i can't think of a better job to be working at that hour of the morning, though…all the free espresso you can ram through your system. i topped it all off with a bagel and i was actually functioning. the one thing that makes my job easily bearable is all the good lookin' ladies i work with. it's like my own little slice of heaven.

so i was off relatively early today. i took my grandmother some fresh ground coffee, hung out for lunch, and then headed home and fell straight into a nap. i feel quite refreshed and i'm looking forward to my day off tomorrow. hopefully it's not all overcast and rainy like it is today…

my only complaint with my new job is that the training days are incredibly short. it suckss to get up so early on a saturday morning to go in for only a couple of hours. oh well. i jump started my work schedule by picking up a bunch of shifts next week. that should get me back in the swing of things.

next week is also hot snakes in chicago. i have a couple of friends that were wanting to go…hope they're still up for it.

last night matt and i went out to kinko's to print flyers for their upcoming show (next week? i think so…) and ended up at steak and shake eating some seriously greasy food (the only way to go!). i made tentative plans to meet him up at the back door a little later in the evening, but when i showed up there for my brief appearance, he wasn't there yet. i ended up rolling up to cahoots to find john to give him the copy of the make-up show i burned for him. the exchange ended up going a little something like this:

me: i brought you something…
john: what's this…?
me: that make-up show you were wanting…
john: holy shit! you're awesome!
random girl john was talking to: the make-up? wow…lemme see…
john (ignoring girl): come on, man…let's take this out to my car…

take note: cool cds of live music will make john ignore women. i think it's about the only thing that can cause that reaction.

tonight irina is playing their last show for a while. phil is going to russia for four months, so you better believe i'll be there with bells on. they'll have copies of the stuff they recorded a few months ago…expect a review soon.

time to go enjoy my saturday…