I almost forgot this thing existed.  Wow...I'm reluctant to go back and read the entries on this thing, lol.

Anyways, I'm still alive and kicking for the three of you who might still use Xanga.  I play in two bands, I don't go to school, and I work at a job I hate.  My life hasn't really gone anywhere and it probably won't for quite some time.

Yep, I'm a loser, lol

Yep, I'm back.

Lets see...where to begin...girl confusion like always...two girls at work I'd love to get with...

...We replaced Nick with a guy I work with named Eric.  He was in a band called Pitched White that we played with a few times and hung out with afterwards (fun times).  Hes good.  Josh thinks hes as good as Nick but I think that Josh is better (usually).

Its nice having people know who my band is.  At Oktoberfest I had someone yell, "MICHAEL AND THE FAT GUYS!  WOOO!"  Granted, it was a 12 year old kid but nonetheless someone did it.  Josh had it happen to him too.  On top of that I've had a couple of hot chicks ask me where are we playing next and why we haven't been playing lately.

Lets see...what else...

..Still working at Lowes Foods.  Got a nice raise coming since I did the near impossible and got Exceeds Expectations on everything in my one-year evaluation.  Its nearly twice as much as the normal one from what I've heard.

Lets see...what else...

...I'm bored as hell...getting ready to change clothes and head downtown in desperation of something to do.  Might call one of the girls from work and see if she wants to do something later but I doubt she'll want to assuming she answers.

Well, here I am.  Life has been busy.  I've kept a journal recently on actual pen and paper, despite swearing to myself that I'd never be stupid enough to do so in fear that something it will be used against me one day...although in my defense I haven't really put anything that could incriminate me.  Also, this is all assuming they find the journal and can read my incredibly bad handwriting.  I've been doing it out of boredom plus I've been wanting to sit down and write something on pen and paper so what better than a journal?  I'm debating on whether I should go get it and try to type some of the entries out.  Its not a bad idea.  If anything I can just type out the highlights.

Right now I'm sorting out the gig tapes.  Not sure where #4 is (our second run at the teen center with Chaos of Tomorrow, All the Living, and Hemisphere) but I've got the other 5.  I'm going to keep them for the future whether I just want to watch them for nostalgic purposes or to make a dvd to sell to my fans (kinda like a Cliff 'em All thing but better).

I've gotta work for the next four days which is going to blow ass.

We had a woman at work accuse Lowes Foods of being with the terrorists.  Coty, the cashier, asked her for her driver's license when she tried to use her greenpoints (to make sure its her greenpoints shes using) and she just FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT.  She almost left without paying too so we had to stop her and she got even more mad and said something about Harris Teeter.

Lets go to the journal now I guess.

*goes back to first entry on August 9th 4:49AM entitled "Love and Piss is in the Air"*
Lets see...Quinn, Dillon, JB, Josh, and I practiced the trooper for the gig we had on the 10th.  Lots and lots of bullshit happened with the gig.  We kept having bands drop on us, it was really fucking annoying.  Lots of girl confusion...and I mean lots.  People have been looking at the house a lot.  Arthur is cool.

August 10th 3:47AM "Gig Time!"
I had to get up early and do lots of shit for the gig.  More girl confusion.

August 12th 3:28AM "Ass-Kickery"
We kicked ass at the gig.  Our first time headlining and we were probably the best band there.  The Oceans Between Us were first and sucked (it was their first gig after all).  Guernica had to wait for their guitarist to get there, took forever to set up, and sucked.  Salem Falls didn't show up till late and did better than the previous two bands but still sucked.  Chaos of Tomorrow did better than the rest of those bands but weren't that great.  They had a new bass player who didn't worship me this time (which was a nice change of pace).  Pitched White was fifth and were a really refreshing change of pace since they had singers and solos.  They were pretty good.  I know their singer/guitarist and their singer from work.  I met the rest from the previous gig we had with them.  They were all really cool guys and lots of fun.  Professor Tidwell's Seal Clubbing Extravaganza (i.e. Quinn and Dillon) went up for 10 mins and wasted 7 mins on technical difficulties.  Quinn did some "Classical Gas" when the mic was being set up and did "99 Red Baboons" which brought about one of the biggest applauses/cheers.

The previous part took up a page, this next part about us took up another page.  This gig went so much better than the last one (except for Battle Theme which I blame on Dillon's guitar and Nick's crappy solo during the pretty thing).

We had lots of stories from the gig such as my psycho outfit, Tarrel wearing my hockey mask and scaring the shit out of everyone, the drum duel between JB and Robert (Pitched White's drummer) in the side room, our less-than-welcoming-welcome, Blacks and Cubans stealing our penguin, the sexiest bass player contest, Goobie's hardcore screaming, our after party at IHOP with Pitched White, and all the hot girls saying they loved us.

August 16th 4:38AM Where to Begin...
Hung out with Laura, Johnny, and Tarrel and worked during the days between the previous entry and this one.  We tried out Chad, the main singer for Pitched White.  He did a really good job and we get along with him really well.  Things will probably work out with him, or so I'm hoping.  We really need a singer.