I doubt that there's any one thing that I could do forever and not get just a little bit sick of.
There are, however, a few things I could stand doing for a very, very long time.
like your mom
Get your mind out of the gutter.
I could just make a general list of my favorite shit, but I'm gonna save that for day 20.
As long as I'm hanging out with friends, I'm pretty content. There's usually a constant shift between watching movies, laughing at the internet, having super serious discussions(or "hatertots"), and stopping every so often for a snack run.
Fun times like road trips and going to the movies aren't the same when I do them alone. I also find that the right company can drag my mind out of the most depressing places.
There's not much to it, but that's my condition for nonstop fun. Throw me a posse (or just my best friend) and we'll seize the day. And the night. We might even sieze some breakfast the next day.
For the record, magic is my general word for awesome. And there is nothing gay about it.
Last night I went to my first metal concert. I'm guessing it was more tame than usual, due to the tiny venue and all. I went to the Nile Theater in Mesa to see Protest the Hero, Maylene and the Sons of Disaster, plus a few others that most people just groaned through. No they were actually pretty good.
I actually enjoyed the opening local band more than Tesseract, which followed them. The saddest part is I never even heard their name.
The theater was fairly empty when I first got there, I guess because most people didn't want to sit through the opening acts. By the time Maylene got on stage the crowd doubled in size. And once Protest went on, it was packed.
I was a semi-enthusiastic Maylene fan before I saw them live. Now I can watch their videos and recognize each one of them. I didn't officially "loose my shit" until Protest's frontman, Rody Walker, walked on stage. I was about a foot shorter than everyone there, and I had to ask a friend to lift me up so that I could scream my lungs out. I maintained a spot a couple feet from the stage throughout the show, and now I don't think I'll be able to see another band from any farther away.
A guy who was closer to the stage took a picture of the setlist that was taped below the mics. Luckily my favorite of their songs was included, "Limb From Limb", in fact each song included simply kicked ass.
My only complaint was that you pretty much couldn't hear Rody's voice due to how loud the instrument's were, but I watched him mouth the words from a few feet away, so it's okay.
Here's a video of them live so you can pretend you were there.
Some of my favorite shennanigans of the night:
Rody's rant on how racist Anaheim is towards Canadians
Tim came out on stage wearing obscenely short cut-off denim jeans. During one song someone cut off their pant-leg and threw it on stage, so Tim put it on one of his legs.
Rody pretended to play a keyboard toward the end of Limb From Limb because they didn't have a keyboardist
I actually hated this, but jackasses kept jumping on stage and getting pulled off by security.
I also got complimented on my tattoo. Shit was so cash. (lol yes I did just say that)
But anyway, more concerts are definitely in my future. In fact I actually hope that Protest does end up coming to Tucson so I can see them again soon.
No, it's not love. It's money. It's also the topic of
Day 7: Something That Stresses You Out
If you know me at all, You know that I'm not the most morally sound of people. I'll do damn near anything for money. I'm also one of those twisted fucks who believes that money can in fact bring you happiness, and conversely, happiness is pretty hard to have with none of it. At least for me. Sure, there are exceptions, and some people don't find it hard to be broke and happy. But to me, money equals happiness, security, and freedom. And to be without it stresses me out.
I've recently traded a job where the hours were constant but sparse for a job where the hours are great, when I can get them. I don't like risk being involved with my income, even if the payoff is good. The consequences of suddenly finding yourself penniless are huge. You'll find yourself with nowhere to live, nothing to eat, and nowhere to go. I've experienced the latter two, and I have no interest in going any further.
Within the next few years, I am going to get a job that I love that also pays well. I'm not saying my problems will cease at that point. I'll most likely just aquire far more expensive problems to suit my income. We shall see.
I'm not gonna lie, I've been putting off this update simply because I find it extremely difficult to wrangle myself a central thesis on "something I've learned". Instead I'm just going to share a few random things that have occurred to me lately, so that I can just get this bothersome subject out of the way. So here's
Day 5: Something You've learned
I guess.
-Having one large work schedule as opposed to two small ones has proved much more lucrative.
-Affiliating myself with Suicide Girls may prove to be a disgraceful mistake in the long run. However, I'm just vain enough to find out.
-In some ways, I am always going to be the guy in this relationship.
-Getting married (or even worrying about marriage) at 20 is only a social norm in this town because of all the crazies I grew up with. In my opinion the pressure it's ended up manifesting is stupid.
-I am 100% confident in my final career choice. Not only does it involve travel and have plenty of room for advancement, but the main point of it revolves around something more important than customer service. I have no interest in getting my associates in ass-kissing.
look at this smug asshole. I'm so taking her job.
-On a semi-unrelated note, I've learned that police cars have a separate set of lights to flash when they don't want to pull you over, but they do want you to get the fuck out of their way.
