ah ok, so here we go, can't put it off for any longer, must blog.

For one, thanks to everyone who came to the show. It meant more to me than words.

I really didn't feel it, I didn't want anyone to come, but they came, and that little bit says everything.

I didn't really stay for the middle bands, i left with the group to dennys, and came back to the cobalt with jong to watch the last 2 bands, the last of which just did covers and invovled mike from my band.
and grace came, and just like that, on the fly, i removed most of the lyrics from "broken promises", and said "fuck you" in the middle of it, it was to her, but those are my feelings from the past. and its a song of the past.

everybody asked me why mike was in the band, and they told me we should get rid of him. and the only thing i could think of is that he's the glue.

well theres no more rudy, our bassist. i guess he didn't have the heart to say bye to me, but he told mike he was gone, who told me.

that was the show. but there was so much before the show. like why i woke up at 2:30 pm the day of the show....

it turns out me and laura spent the night, and morning, at michilinda park, and we had the air conditioning of the rental car on so long it wore out the batteries, and we had an adventure trying to get jumper cables and a jump start at 4:00 am. she even called this guy ken, an old fling, and he was about to come, but an old mexican lady in a minivan helped us out before he came so it saved us, it saved the day. I will never knock minivans ever again. there were also no words to the simple thanks i gave her, i couldnt say anything more, but i hope she becomes a millionare someday.
we called the cops, and they wouldn't come to jump us, pigs, but they were nice enough to give me the numbers of 2 tow truck companies that had no drivers at the time. i got home at about 5 am with many drowsy moments.

i woke up with 8 missed calls and late to rehearsal the day of the show.

turns out i spent a lot of time with laura. and i never came home at night to sleep with dave, haha (ugh, no more roomate jokes plz people.)

and now she's gone, in texas. probably gonna go clubbing and have tons-o-fun with her old buddies. i'm happy for her, and can't wait till she gets back.

i have sex and the city episodes to watch and keep me company till she comes back. i must admit, its pretty good so far.
albiet questioning my manhood

she's right, i am a hopeless romantic, and she's right, i let girls walk all over me. but hey... thats me.
the other side is i dont take shit from any guy alive, and i can be an ass sometimes too, ass = unromantic.

speaking of asses....

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