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I lost tonight. For the first night in god knows how long, I was simply not up to party. And I tried, oh how I tried. But a few beers into it, i was feeling sober and just as spent as I did earlier on. Oh well. I've lived through worse.

So it's been a long couple of days since I last wrote. On thursday, i did my class and work routine and then the bostonians had a gig for some alumni achievement awards show. High point of that performance was when we were on stage with the president of the college, during a prayer in honor of the WTC bombings, and there was an audio glitch, causing long, loud and painful giggles coursing through the group. bloody ridiculous.

and then that night, there was some drinking.

Friday morning woke up bright and early for lameass chorale rehearsal, at 11:30 we had a break or something and Sean and I went outside and then had an inspired idea: drink. So we ran back to edmonds and went into 829 and dranks lots and changed all the girls' away messages. Then i napped and went to lunch with the 'rents. Then got dressed up, did the bostonians things at pops, did the chorale with pops thing at the pops, and then did the drinking thing. Evening ended up with brenda and I playing a very long-winded and annoying darren at beirut. The game took forever, and our victory was an empty one.

woke up bright and early again this morning to drink for the football game. went to the game, watched the first half, went back to 829, drank, went to a couple of tailgates, came back to 829 and engaged in movie/naptime. Obie bought us beer and around 10:30 we mobilized and headed out. and i tried, god how i tried, but i just couldn't hack it, so i sadly left with the early crew.

Now i'm going to drop some nyQuil and get some much-needed rest.

Last night, after class and work and chorale, I came home, had spaghetti across the hall, and the Sean and I went to see Weezer. The show was great. The set was: only in dreams, buddy holly, and surfwax usa. Rumor has it Weezer actually played more than that, but Sean and I wouldn't know as we sat in traffic for an hour and a half. Oh well. We decided to come home, and drink to cure our misery. So we transported a few beers from sean's place and came back.

In the room, sean and i made a few calls to john and darren at the radio show. Our schtick was this: play weezer songs really loud and scream into the phone like we were at the concert. We did it with say it ain't so and we got put on the air. Played some beirut and then we called again with only in dreams, and got put on the air. A little drinking later and we queued up Hey Jude and called back, saying that they just broke into it and it was amazing. We got put on the air. Then we called back with elvis and they caught on. There is no alcohol left in 829 or 830, because we drank it all. Once the booze was gone, I impressed Brenda with my knowledge of the different types of minor scales, and then went to sleep. Sean and I came together after tragedy and turned it into a really fun night.

Classed it up today, and spent countless hours in the bostonians office with katie harrassing people we knew and those we didn't know over the old IM. Hilarity ensued. Then i went to work and stuffed gd envelopes for a while and listened to the pinback cd i bought last week or whatever, really good stuff.

Then i had mac and cheese with katie and we went to rehearsal, did that shit, came back home and held the first Edmonds 830 at the movie. The film was Diabolique, the watchers were myself, katie, dimitrios, carolyn and tim. The movie was well-received. That last scene is just intense, i don't remember being so glued to the screen the first time i watched it, and this time i knew exactly what was going to happen. And after that movie, i held an encore showing of girls gone wild. funny stuff.

And now i have to write something for class tomorrow, but I think I'm going to pull the old "wake up an hour early and do it" routine. We'll see how that works out.

so i went over across the hall last night around 1ish, and left at about 4. had a good, long talk. we've arrived at an understanding. the details of that understanding aren't particularly clear, but we're at an understanding nonetheless.

also, during the course of yesterday, i listened to the new microphones album no less than 3 times. it's uhh, awesome. it's long, at 70 minutes, but goodness me, is it a killer. I'm pretty much ready to say best album of 2001 so far. there's been a lot of quality stuff out so far, but nothing has challenged me like phil elvrum has, while maintaining such sonic goodness.

classed it up today and then went to some mind numbing student organization meeting with katie. it really really sucked. then we got dinner at mceleroy and then i suffered through leading another bostonians rehearsal.

at the end of the night, we brought up class night scheduling. All the seniors were just like overflowing with excitement for it and we don't even get to participate. And as we tried finding a date, we became painfully aware that we were the only excited ones. i swear, people are lame. "I have a 9 or 10am class" "i have to work at the plex in the morning." For god's sake, skip your class, or if you have a problem with that, just fucking suck it up, wake your dedicated ass up and sit through a couple classes drunk or with a raging hangover.

so whatever to that.

I got home at around 11. The boys and i watched jurassic park, and now I'm tired and gonna go out, smoke, listen to "the moon" and then kick it on to bed.

I promised you an exciting conclusion, so here it is.

I spent a lot of the day on the couch watching the Notre Dame game with the help of a few beers John had taken from a mod the night before. After the game, my roommates headed off to some apartment and I went across the hall. ordered pizza, i drank a bit, then got bored and went into my room for a decadent new-wave goth dance party to the faint. No one joined me, but i kept going strong. Then I just sat listening to in the aeroplane over the sea until kate came in and said we were leaving.

ok, i've been good about keeping this thing a little vague in the past days, but let's be honest, anything i've held back is nothing that my good friends shouldn't or don't know, and it's nothing that anyone who has been around here at all isn't aware of. things with brenda have been umm, really good. Last night she went 180 degrees. I thought that maybe i was just being hyperaware, but i wasn't. It was to the point where i couldn't even stand near her in a group of people at the party without feeling like i shouldn't be there. And the reason i have to think that i wasn't just being dumb and looking for things that weren't there is that apparently she was confronted by sean o'toole, who i hardly know, and he yelled at her or something for the way i was being treated. I wish that hadn't happened. earlier on, i called her out on the whole thing, and we had a talk outside that went around in circles and eventually ended with her proclaiming she didn't want the conversation there. the basic gist is what morrisey sums up so nicely in a song i oddly enough put on her mix "i know it's over / and it never really began." Anyway, after she went in, sean came by and tried to get me to stay, but that just wasn't going to happen. I came back home and finished our conversation in an e-mail.

Then there was a fire drill, then some peeps came back, then more and i went to sleep.

woke up today, passed on breakfast because i need to copy down the arrangement for america the beautiful. did that.

Been listening to the new TMBG disc. it's not bad. the first 2 tracks have grown on me a bit, the first is classic tmbg fractured melodies except with dumber than usual lyrics. second track is more driving geek rock. Track 3 is great. Four features guest vocalist mike doughty, so it sounds like a soul coughing song and nothing like a tmbg song. they slowed down another first kiss, which in concert was driving powerpop, now it's just a dumb love song. 6 is weird. the rest of the album has pretty strong apollo 18/john henry cuts, with a few oddities and more rock numbers thrown in. older and finished with lies and edith head all sound as they should sound. the title cut is really good as is hopeless bleak despair. anyway, this is meandering, i'm enjoying most of the disc a good deal, and a few tracks i wouldn't mind seeing disappear off the face of the earth.

don't want to conduct rehearsal tonight. blah.

so i made it through my grueling thursday of class, work and rehearsals. Got home at 9:30, watched the tail end of Bush's address, burned Brenda's CD and then kicked it across the hall for the party. A couple whiskey and gingerales later and it was friday morning wake-up time. Fun night.

Then Friday, which for the entire day i swore it was saturday. I basically bummed around till 6:30 or so. Brenda and I went down into cambridge. Cds were bought. Oh yes, they were: Superchunk - Here's To Shutting Up, Jeff Buckley - Sketches For My Sweetheart The Drunk, A Drag City Supersession - Tramps, Traitors and Little Devils, (Smog) - Rain On Lens, Mercury Rev - All Is Dream, The Microphones - "The Glow" Pt. 2, Pinback - Pinback, They Might Be Giants - Mink Car, and a replacement copy of the Secrets disc I lost on retreat.

We then left cambridge and headed to harvard st. where we went to carlo's cucina. I basically recreated my meal with Adam. And when I say basically, I mean I recreated my meal with Adam. We had bruschetta or whatever, calamari, and then I had linguini with clams. The calamari was not as good as last time, but the linguini was better. Either way, that restaurant rules. Brenda had tortolini. notice my terrible spelling of italian foods. It was a really nice time. We got back at around 11.

My roommates left me a number to call and they weren't there, so i went down to ignacio with kate and brenda. Had a couple beers there but it really sucked. We left, got back to the rooms, brenda and i walked down comm ave to the party my roommates were at. We got there, had half a cup of foamy beer and then the keg was gone. So the mass of us left, it started to rain, we were trying to get a cab and brenda and I said fuck it and walked home in the pouring rain. My clothes are still wet. i had a bit of cucumber at anne's, a shot or two of whiskey at 829, and then kicked it to sleep.

today i'll do a little work, maybe transcribe the arrangement for america the beautiful, listen to some music, and maybe watch some football if it comes down to that. Tonight, who knows, I hear that there's a keg party in my future. I don't really like keg parties, it's too damn hard to get beer and it's not cold enough.

anyway, stay tuned tomorrow for the exciting conclusion.

happy birthday brenda. huh, 20th birthday, 20th of september. Neat.

Yesterday was a full day of class and class night planning and then i worked until forever. It sucks being in that office, looking outside and seeing that it's pitch black. But whatever, it's giving me a few CDs a week. After work i went to katie's and we went down to cleaveland circle to buy stuff for brenda's birthday thingy tonight. While Katie was buying, I was busy enjoying two slices of Boston's best pizza.

Then came back home, hung out in 829 a little, sean devised an ingenious funnel-type utility out of a solo cup, i had a few shots of soco, filled the flask and then went down to the T station with sean to meet katie and megan to go down to Harper's Ferry to see Lex's band. They were actually quite good. They didn't play just like heaven, which I consider a personal affront, but I'll live. Katie and I ran around talking to people after the guys played, and then aberdeen came on. I heard one song, it sounded like they were trying to be Bends-era Radiohead and yet still be considered edgy. Sean and I left after the one.

Got home, hung out in 829 for a while, came home went to sleep.

Busy day right now, class and then 3-4 hours of work, and then chorale rehearsal and then bostonians rehearsal and then finally a good old fashioned celebration.

missed systems analysis because i was so gd tired. but i woke up and e-mailed him my homework so it shouldn't be a problem. Then i went to work where i kinda worked. then chorale which blew and then i ran my first proper bostonians rehearsal. Not much got done and that worries me.

I was planning on going to see apples in stereo with brenda, even got the keys to rich's car, but brenda bailed. it's alright though, i really don't know the apples stuff outside the first album, and it would have been a whole process to get down to cambridge. and i got to hang out with brenda nonetheless. so instead of going to the concert, i came home and worked on music stuff then did my chromatic homework and then played a little bit of beirut. after our beer was gone i went across the hall and stayed there till around two.

my main observation for the day is that button fly jeans are a ridiculous inventions. I mean, seriously, what's the point of the button fly, except for making it so that every time i need to go the bathroom i spend twice as much time undoing my fly than when i'm actually peeing.

man, i need to get into cambridge to buy cds. i've got a lot of work to do tomorrow... still over an hour to shave.

peace.

yeah, so retreat ruled. Started out at dinner with the bostonians and lori and coral from the real world, the latter of which threw a meatball at john. Then, we waited for an eternity to actually leave BC in the cars, and then drove down. My car was richard (new kid) john and katie. We listened to my pop mixes and john talk the entire ride. It was fun, especially when john made all 3 cars pull over so he could pee and then he had performance anxiety and couldn't get any out. Also, there was an ambulance behind karleen and she panicked and slammed on the brakes. Yeah, slammed on the brakes. I almost rear-ended an ambulance. Her excuse? She thought it was a cop. riiiiiiiight.

Got down to the cape and went out shopping with sean katie and karleen and dimitrios. At the first store, the girls went to get booze and i got out of the car for a smoke, then sean and dimitrios left the car too and then we hung around the car in the liquor store parking lot with the trunk open for some inexplicable reason. Needless to say, we were spotted and the girls left with no alcohol. Then we went to another place and stayed in the car. Then came food shopping. We ran around the store like jackasses and picked up $200 worth of eats.

Back to Leen's house, we sang, and then we drank. Kicked off with morgan's and then a power hour and then a doomed game of I never. It's safe to say that we all got pretty damn drunk. It was a hell of a time though. The powerhour was a huge hit. Next day we slept, ate breakfast, did some shit, and i finally started teaching beautiful day in earnest at around 4pm. Mike was looking like johnny knoxville so katie and mike sang the jackass song and jackassian fun ensued. We were mainly joking around and not really doing anything till later though.

I thought beautiful day. It was a harrowing experience, but we put it together and umm, it sounds unbelievably cool. Big ups to me. Dimitrios cooked us dinner, rizzoto or something and an amazing pork tenderloin. Ate, drank, sang a little more, and then drank. Morale was low before and after dinner, but once the alcohol started flowing it was good times again. Started with another powerhour, people only wanted to do half, but katie and I agreed that it would be very awkward to stop at the halfway point. So she devised a plan wherein i would skip past number 30 (living on a prayer), thus keeping people from hearing the dead giveaway "woaah we're halfway there" but i screwed it up. everyone did a full hour anyway though. We played kings, truth or dare maybe, some wackiness went down. Jackass started up again by mike punching me in the arm, then i threw water at mike or katie and tackled katie. then katie and i threw wax fruit at mike's nuts. Hilarity ensued. In fact, hilarity was the keynote speaker of the entire weekend. I had such a good time it's unbelievable.

Sunday morning rolled around, the cool room stayed in bed as people came in one by one to get us up. someone: "you guys NEED to get up now, we're leaving in 20 minutes." sean: "I agree with you completely." and then they left and we laughed and stayed in bed. The ride home was fine, our car ate at mcdonalds and picked up lori from the real world who drove us home, and then bostonians waited for an hour to sing two songs on bapst after the mass of the holy spirit.

then i got home, and after doing my music homework for sarah, i convinced she and tara that it was in their best interest to do a powerhour with me. And they did. And then there was more drinking. Then brenda came home and there was some drinking on that front. And then kate went back to sean's place to bring back the bostonians wine in a box. hilarity ensued. No wait, no hilarity. But a good night nonetheless.

classed it up like a mofo today. Got home at 7ish and tim had made dinner and i arrived just in time to not have to eat my plate alone. It was good. And then i did music stuff which i continue to do. Somewhere i ought to do my quickie systems analysis homework. i also think there might be beirut in my future.

also, "i'm feeling much better now" us: AHHHHHH

if i'm forgetting anything from retreat that needs remembering, please let me know. Such as the time everyone sleeping got their face written on with green marker. Things like that.

gotta run, leaving for cape cod for retreat momentarily. We had callbacks last night, and got three new bostonians, casey, carolyn, and richard. i got wasted and pushed sean around in a shopping cart that we found in the elevator. We sang in tara who was confused and then we sang in tim who was less confused. then i wrote out my arrangement today and ate some mac n' cheese i found across the hall.

be back sunday. peace.

i have some unhealthy obsession with beautifully sad songs. i think i burned my self out on fun with This Must Be... Pop!, because the last mix i made, Nightsongs, is a decidedly somber affair, and i'm working on a mix now and have already thrown on a GBV song and two smiths songs that seriously just wrap me up in sadness. But I can't stop listening. Except for now, cause i just threw on the secrets and am rocking out.

So last night after bostonians song selection (bon jovi - always, mac the knife, five for fighting - superman, nelly furtado - some song, janet jackson - some song, leanne rimes - some song about moonlight) i sat down and had a beer, because hey, I earned it. Tim opened one up so i wasn't drinking alone, we guys watched jerry maguire, and i went across the hall when it starts to really really suck (the bruce springsteen song). Not quite sure how it happened, but soon people were drinking beers and rum. I'm such a trendsetter. we watched office space, or some of it at least. And somehow i got to bed around 4:30. I was reminded last night that it was september 11. Which is like, the first week of a billion here. That was just kind of like "wow" because hey, it's been an action-packed 11 days or whenever people got here. It's going to be really really weird on friday to be away from BC and away from the 829/830 block and away from the bizarre nights. Oh yeah, i went food shopping earlier in the day, and spent $50 on junk food. I also got the actual arranging part of "beautiful day" all taking care of. Now comes layout, syllables and transcription.

I woke up a few times throughout the night, most of them coming between 7-9 which was great because i was all "woohoo, i get to stay here until 11." During one of these wakeups i heard tara come over and say something about planes going into the world trade center. I wasn't phased. Then katie called me, and I said "yeah, i know, but i have another hour to sleep." Then she yelled at me and I woke. Watched tv till 12:30 when i showered. Then i went to work, and on my way to work is when the whole thing hit me. I was bopping out to the smiths and suddenly there were tears in my eyes. Work was cancelled, came back and watched tv till auditions, which went fine. then came home and watched a little butch cassidy and did a little homework.

I have nothing profound to say about the event. blah blah blah it's beyond words. But i do wonder about a little bedroom laptop band called I am the World Trade Center. How will this affect their careers?

ok, important announcement. I know some people are back at school now, and haven't been reading this summer. I also know that a lot of you don't really read or pay attention to what i write. So I'll spell it out once more.

DO NOT USE NETSCAPE TO VIEW THIS WEBSITE

Netscape is dumb. It can't handle CSS specs that have been around for 4 years. Only 10% of computer users use netscape anymore. There's a reason for that. For people who visit this site, that number is 18%. We need to work on that. And the bottom line is this site looks like ass in netscape, i'm too lazy to code it to display some gay netscape friendly version, but i also don't want to look like i'm 5 years old.

Lesse, went into cambridge on friday with sarah and brenda. I bought cds: the new superchunk single, pipes you see, pipes you don't - individualized shirts, the american analog set - know by heart, calexico - even my sure things fall through, and the new year - newness ends. then i bought jeans. Yes, jeans. I haven't worn a pair of jeans by my will since the 7th grade. And from 8th grade till now, i've worn a pair of jeans maybe 3 or 4 times for various choir dumb shit. so this is momentous. and apparently, the dude who helped me out had a crush on me. i guess that's cool, but not being gay and all kinda made it less cool than it could have been.

that night i drank. where'd we go... oh right. roommates and i went to 1611 and partied amongst the 20 rooms in that building that were having parties. tara and kate showed up and we partied some more. then brought the party back to edmonds 830 or 829, quite frankly i don't remember which, 829 maybe. we got brenda in on the action. stolen rum and vodka was drunk. a good night.

saturday rolled around. well, saturday had already rolled, but now saturday early afternoon rolled around. started watching college football with the roommates as we called everyone possible in order to get us some beer. about an hour or two later we had nailed down two thirties. a few hours after that, the thirties were in our room along with some very hot buffalo wings. we ate and drank and saw notre dame get trounced. went to a mod with tim and todd, then we went to 1653 for some party kate lined up. it turned out to be a chorale/gay party, with the lines obviously blurred. I was already pretty drunk thanks to the burning intensity of the hot wings, and then a couple of beers at the mod, but i'm a champ and kept going. People started leaving, and eventually it was my turn. walked back with brenda, i guess it was a pretty healthy walk from way down there. got back, had a fire drill that lasted entirely too long. i wrote on things with black sharpie and then went to sleep.

this morning came up quick, i managed to get up eventually, got some food, worked on my arrangement, worked with laura on hers, and then grabbed dinner and went to rehearsal. rehearsed, put up some posters, came home, did my music homework with Sarah. now i'm done for the night. I have some laundry to attend to, might be doing ice cream night with the guys, we shall see.

it's gonna be a long week.

gonna make this quick a.) because i haven't much to say and b.) because i have a loud clicky keyboard and john is asleep. I really need to get one of those soft touch keyboards.

woke, class, work, chorale, spaghetti with tara, homework with sarah, VMAs with the girls, phone with katie, reading with tara and brenda, and soon, sleep.

class was fine, work was fine, chorale sucked, dinner was good, the homework was too hard and i forget way too much from whenever the hell i took harmony, the VMAs were ass except for the N*Sync performance when jacko came out and danced and while britney was nice to look at her song sucked, i finished till we have faces which is such an excellent, excellent book.

gotta wake in 8 for class, only have two, i'll try and buy my books in between but good god, the line today made me want to vomit or cry. or maybe cry vomit - if that's possible.

peace.

had quite a few more classes today. chromatic harmony is gonna be tough. business systems should be interesting. and i can live with new scientific visions for its 6 credits, and the prof seems pretty cool. So i did a class, worked, did more class, did the nonsense chorale reaudition, made our bostonian audition flyer, went door to door through 4 dorms pimping out the bostonians, and then hit the green line with brenda for the show.

it's a shame, really. it's a shame that the starlight mints didn't open with a shorter set and let the comas headline. i'm not sure it's ever happened so much that a band i know nothing about has blown me away. the starlights are fun and all, i love the cd, but they are so much better on record. but the comas, oh the comas. i'm listening to the cd i picked up, and while it is lacking some of the screamy intensity i liked live, it's great. it's funny, as i was standing there, during their set, i caught myself looking down to my shoes quite often wondering "is this shoegazing?" and surprise surprise, i get home, read up on the comas and "shoegazing" is thrown around like a cheap whore.

I heard a little weezer from them, a little pernice brothers, a bit more built to spill, and a fair bit of yo la tengo. and the guy looked quite cool and familiar. anyway, they were great.

we cut out on the starlights early, brenda seemed to have had an awesome time during the comas but wasn't loving the lackluster headliners. oh well, hopefully i can rope her into more nonetheless.

and now i'm quite achey and i think i will go to bed.

my first class went down pretty well. it's systems analysis, and it seems like it'll be interesting but a little challenging, and also has a dreaded group project. but the prof is a cool guy, and as its my only T/R class, it won't be a big deal.

and then i returned to work for a few hours, where i did the cover art and such for the new mix. the front cover is real badass. damn simple, but the picture works really well. and then the back is the picture of a cigarette i drew on my palm pilot last year, but i darkened it a bit to provide contrast to the song list.

then at home we got pizza and i read about 200 pages of cs lewis' till we have faces because it freaking rules.

looks like if i ever figure out public tansportation and time constraints, i'll be seeing the starlight mints tomorrow with brenda. that's right, and actual person that i know. woohoo.

hello my fans, friends, and mother. i am back. i guess to you all, it doesn't seem like much time has passed since the entry from the night before last, but good god. this has just been the longest string of 4 or 5 days or whatever. I mean jesus, was it really only 4 days ago that i was walking to edmonds listening to the faint cd? Anyway, the party's over. i have a class tomorrow, systems analysis or some nonsense like that, and then i'll probably go to work.

oh how i will miss these days of no responsibility and unlimited fun. last night. holy shit, last night. i just called katie to confirm, i asked her "was last night MFA?" it feels like it was weeks ago. I cannot believe that i was just getting home from the gig in my suit around this time. unbelievable. days have never been so long in my life.

anyway, since i haven't already covered MFA like i thought i may have, it was last night. I wore my suit with my chucks and quite frankly, i thought that i was the shit. The gig itself was great. i was obviously pretty nervous with it being my directorial debut and all, but i think it went really well, and i know we all had an unbelievable amount of fun. we came back from the gig, and i hopped around a few parties with my roommates, then came back to BC and went to mike's. had a fun time there, my roommates and others came down so it was a pretty interesting cast of characters. we drank till there was no more to drink and came back up for the 829/830 afterparty. We must have such a reputation in these parts, every damn night this week has culminated in just people going from room to room and being loud and stuff. i went back and forth between the two rooms and had a couple of talks. saw the sunrise. had "the loneliest duet" in my head from about 10pm till 6. That song, man. I don't think i've heard anything that is so catchy and so cute and so charming.

Really, you think with all that has been said and done since friday that things would be unbearably weird. they're not. i'm not sure why.

bostonians did a quick thing on the dustbowl today, fine. then lunch and then back to the room. watched the best of backyward wrestling with the roommates and the girls across the hall. it's like jackass except on jackass everything is funny. backyard wrestling had some funny, but was mostly just sick and sad. then i ate spaghetti and hung out with the girls for a bit. then i watched tv and out of sight. i still really really enjoy that movie. it's been said before, but the scene with jennifer and george in the bar is just awesome. and now i'm back in my bedroom. put the finishing touches (i think) on my latest comp, entitled "nightsongs" because that's uhh, pretty much the theme. the songs on it have been the soundtrack for the last week, and i'm happy with it. the songs all evoke that "mood." well, that's a lie. they all evoke some kind of mood, and they all work great late night. you can check it out here.

and now, hmm. maybe i'll go to sleep. in fact, i think i shall. Maybe i'll read a bit first.

so what's up. in the midst of this 5 day haze of drunkeness, a lot of shit has gone down. like not really, but it's been an interesting couple of days. you could ask me waht i want, and i'd have no ready answer. to quote a dear friend of mine, "i want someone who likes me for me." which i suppose is not the easiest thing to find. or maybe it is. who the fyck knows.

yestarday was phat. after work i went down to cambridge. Ted Leo was like 30 minutes ;ate but then he played a sweet 45 minute set in othermusic and it was real cool. just him and his guitar, it was nift, i'm glad i went.

i bought:
aphex twin: selected ambient works
bjork: vespertine
the faint: danse macabre
airport 5
my bloody valentine: loveless
preston school of industry: all this sounds gas
stars: the comback EP
stereolab: sound dust
Avey Tare & Panda Bear: Danse Manatee
Tindersticks: the second album

and that might be it.

i felt quite decadent with my purchases. I mean, the stars are the stars. it doesnt get much more decadent than that shit. the tindersticks is some pretty self-involved sutff and then the fiant. oh boy, the faint. it's new wave on the lines of new order etc., but with this heavy heavy goth edge. it was wrong of me to sit there and enjoy it on the ride home.|

then last night i drank lots. while i was out for a cigarette the ras came and took about 60 beers. we lived. then today i woke and drank before the game, which i went to and we won and then i went to a few mods and caught up and drank aand then i held my first rehearsals as music director and then i drank more and more and more and went to 829 where i eventually left a very very confused boy.