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| Ross and I played our first live show about 2 weeks ago. We performed "Diving Bell" and "Green Eyes and Freckles," which is a song that I wrote 5 years ago and was never able to finish because I couldn't play guitar. I felt like half a musician, not being able to play guitar.
But anyway. It was an incredible experience, finally having that song complete and being able to perform it for a crowd. I'd been waiting 5 years for that moment which I thought would never come.
Endless hours of unmetered time ensued that Thursday, and my only company was an oversized dreadnought with a hand-sanded saddle. That long week of turmoil ended with stiff callouses and a newly found ability to play guitar. I finally felt whole.
I drove to Bloomington on Wednesday for an intense 2-day practice session with Guy, the guitarist Platonic. Amber had been on hiatus while I learned to strum, so it was nice to take her out of her shell. We played a show that Friday in a garage at a housewarming party. It was glorious.
And now that I'm complete, I think I'm ready to move on.
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| This whole week was just an awful, horrible mess. I had exams on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, along with homework and a lab write-up due on Tuesday. I had a group meeting on Thursday afternoon which required me to submit a rough copy of a presentation that needs to be given this coming week. There was a rough draft for another project due on Friday, but I blew that off.
Thursday evening was rather strange. I went to Qdoba to pick up food, and I saw Alec sitting at a table with a pack of Camel wides. Just as I'm thinking to myself, "Alec doesn't smoke..." I see Aaron, Alec's brother, who lives in Cali. He doesn't come out here all that often, so I haven't seen him in over a year. We all went to a metal show, and they invited me out bowling afterwards, but I wasn't able to go because of some other commitment. It's sad, really. I don't remember what I did that night -- I only remember what I wanted to do instead.
I worked in Indy on Friday night until 1am, came back, got changed, and showed up at a party uninvited. Turns out, I knew most of the people there. After my failed attempt to crash a party, I went to M&M's place for game night.
I stayed up as long as I could but then decided that I needed to sleep. It was about 4:30 in the morning, and my body was pretty used to being up at that time, so I took some codeine and passed out at 5 only to be awoken at 7:30 by everyone leaving. I heard someone come down the stairs around 10, and then the party arrived around noon.
I mistakenly thought that my brain would work on a grand total of 20 hours of sleep over a 5 day period, so I decided to play in the chess tournament only to be promptly annihilated by everyone. The day wasn't a wash though -- we had an amazing cookout followed promptly by Rock Band, drinking and sexual innuendo.
I've been up for over 19 hours now. Exhaustion is my state of normalcy, I suppose. I'm feeling pretty good now, considering I haven't slept for more than 3 hours at a time since last Saturday. Thinking about the lack of rhythm and regularity that makes me feel unreal, like I'm a machine. In a lot of ways, I love it.
I'm going to sleep in my bed tonight for the first time in almost a week...whenever I decide to go to sleep.
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| So on Thursday, I was sipping California Chardonnay before bed -- which was 10:47am. I had an exam in the evening and I wanted to be well rested for it, so I stayed up the entire night to study, slept through all of my classes and woke up a few hours before the test.
I wasn't particularly tired after the exam on Thursday since I slept all day, so I stayed out late and saw for myself that deer are never alone. I fell asleep briefly, and three hours later, I was up and running again.
I had a lunch date with Jean and I actually remembered this time =) We spent over two hours at Captain Gyro's. It was beautiful. I love long lunches and good conversations.
After lunch, there was the usual Friday afternoon special - bughouse @ SPS, followed by a mass migration to Mike & Mike's apartment. We did disband a bit early because everyone had somewhere else to be.
Nate and I rushed over to Greyhouse to catch the end of Ryan Hill's show. I was very excited to meet Bethany, Mike Reeb and John Davey. They knew who I was, and I knew who they were, but none of us had met until that night. I'm very much looking forward to their show next weekend.
Saturday started off with lunch and some TV shows. Jean, Nate and I took a walk up to Ross Ade. We stumbled upon a rather steep hill, and I commented on how I wanted to roll down it. Nate just went for it, and soon after, we all rolled down the hill, only to find that it was wet and muddy at the landing.
I headed home to take a shower and get ready for work, but I suddenly felt very sick. It could have been from the exhaustion, the allergens, or perhaps other environmental causes, but in any event, I ended up skipping work.
I was very tempted to throw my half-broken body into bed and sleep it off, but instead, I went to the LAN party. After 11 hours of gaming and card playing, Justin goes to the kitchen to get some cold pizza and grabs a beer...at 8 in the morning.
So here I am. Sunday night. Exhausted. Overburdened. This week will be hellish. I don't know how I'm going to survive - I just know that I will.
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| "We must pee on things to assert our dominance over them. Obviously things like road flares threaten our manhood and must be extinguished with urine."
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| "I've never had that before, looking at a girl and just wanting to rip her clothes off with my teeth, and at the exact same time wanting to hold her close to me till time had no meaning." | | |
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