3:23 p.m. - 2004-06-01
moving is fun
I don't even know what to say about my life/world right now. I'm moving to Seattle, but it might all blow up in my face. I don't want to be some pitiful fuck who instantly biffs it in the quasi-real-world and puts their tail between their legs and runs home.
I just can't. So I'm trying my hand at consistent positive thought. Which is difficult, being that I am in transit in terms of where the fuck I am living. I was able to sleep at the Palace last night, but I'm looking for a shower because I NEED IT.
Last night, I went to see The Standard with Jared, Josh, Maggie, Kurt, Sara and a youngman called Ryer. It was pretty unreal: definite constant undercurrent of sorrow, weird mouth-antics from the lead singer who may or may not have been fixin' something fierce, amazing sound. They didn't play nearly long enough, but it made me realize that I have seen some unreal music, just in the last four months. HERE. But the two best venues for live music in this town both closed in one school year. Fucking bullshit. Not quite the straw that broke my camel, but certainly one of the substraws.
Yes, quite.
I left my appartment on not-good terms. My brother was being a cockface and I had just smoked him up at his rather rude request. I've been bending over backwards for this kid. But he tried to guilt me into this cleaning shit, after repeatedly being a cock to me about just that. Constantly. And then barely apologizing (never actually to my face) and acting like everything is juuuuuuuuust fine. So I got fucking tired of it. I'm not in line to receive any of the cleaning deposit. I'm not into putting up with his behavior. So I bailed, and I'm happy about it.
Except, tomorrow is his birthday. I'm going to be busy as all getout, what with leaving tomorrow morning and all. Eek.
Before I leave, I have 20,000 things to do. One of them is figure out how to get a window replaced in my friend's car. Which I borrowed. Oddly, the window being broken was not a driving thing, just a general stupidity thing.
MUST GO. Yes. Talk to you in Seatthell.
