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BLAR!: It is 4:15 in the morning. I know it was a Saturday night and all, but there is an idiot across the parking lot in the other apartment complex with his car on and radio blasting. And the only thing you can hear is this guys obnoxious bass rumbling the ground. Its upsetting Nelson. They're lucky that I just haven't gone to sleep yet or I would be extra pissed. But I feel for other people...what about the people in that building right by the car?
Why don't people have common courtesy? I understand if you like loud music...but its four in the morning and they're stationary in one spot just booming the bass. They will be labeled BASTARDS. The kind of bastard that should have fallen down a large hole and gotten lost forever.
I don't care if I sound like an old man. These hoodlums need to get themselves under control!
Bored: We were supposed to at least hang out with Ruth tonight. Which would have been cool, something to do. But no, she rudely cancelled on us. So I got home from work and Katie went to sleep. There's still no way for me to get a hold of Mr. Ridicously Gay Dan Dan The Production Man, so I am spending my second weekend night sitting in my room with Nelson staring at me like I'm retarded. Awesome!
The National: These guys are going about making their next record...which I'm holding my breath for. But in October...they're going on a tiny little...tour...out on the other side of the country. Yeah. Why do they have to torture me?! If they would only come anywhere near this goddamn state I would be there in a heartbeat, but no! I think they're making me suffer on purpose. And its weird...because I believe they're making the album in...New York?...so why the hell are they going all the way out to California and Oregon to play some shows and then come back to take more time making me wait? *le sigh* Bastards! In a good way, you have to understand.
*still regrets not getting poster signed by band...oh...**smacks head**
New Job: I really need to get a management job somewhere else. I'm finding it very difficult to not be rude to Gary, my general manager. And that's no good. I want to get out of there...or move management jobs and then just demote to a full driver like person. That would be kind of awesome.
Yeah. Gute Nacht.
Why don't people have common courtesy? I understand if you like loud music...but its four in the morning and they're stationary in one spot just booming the bass. They will be labeled BASTARDS. The kind of bastard that should have fallen down a large hole and gotten lost forever.
I don't care if I sound like an old man. These hoodlums need to get themselves under control!
Bored: We were supposed to at least hang out with Ruth tonight. Which would have been cool, something to do. But no, she rudely cancelled on us. So I got home from work and Katie went to sleep. There's still no way for me to get a hold of Mr. Ridicously Gay Dan Dan The Production Man, so I am spending my second weekend night sitting in my room with Nelson staring at me like I'm retarded. Awesome!
The National: These guys are going about making their next record...which I'm holding my breath for. But in October...they're going on a tiny little...tour...out on the other side of the country. Yeah. Why do they have to torture me?! If they would only come anywhere near this goddamn state I would be there in a heartbeat, but no! I think they're making me suffer on purpose. And its weird...because I believe they're making the album in...New York?...so why the hell are they going all the way out to California and Oregon to play some shows and then come back to take more time making me wait? *le sigh* Bastards! In a good way, you have to understand.
*still regrets not getting poster signed by band...oh...**smacks head**
New Job: I really need to get a management job somewhere else. I'm finding it very difficult to not be rude to Gary, my general manager. And that's no good. I want to get out of there...or move management jobs and then just demote to a full driver like person. That would be kind of awesome.
Yeah. Gute Nacht.
