... I manage to sit down and write another blog entry.
June was a crazy month. So far, July's been pretty insane, but I think June was crazier. I spent an awesome weekend in California, a weekend that's gone down in history as one of the best weekends in my entire life. Rockin' concerts, great people, fun times. I can't recall a time I ever went to California and didn't have a good time. The sprawling metropolis of Los Angeles always does me a world of good; it takes away all the drama. California is officially my Shangri-La. :)
Recently, I've had a lot of opportunities to examine my lifestyle and I've come to the conclusion that I spend 90% of my time making logical choices, taking logical routes, and doing logical things - and I spend the remaining 10% zigzagging all over the fucking map. It's probably not a bad thing, but it's something that occurred to me the day I left for California when I found myself in Culture Shok, sitting on a table, waiting for Speedy to shove two 14g needles through my lower lip. There's just something about that shop; I tend to come to terms with things when I find myself on the business end of piercing/tattooing needles.
I want to get tattooed again sometime soon...
Well, I'm at Samantha's house for a few days. Likely just until Monday. I came up to Phoenix yesterday, got in late, and now I'm on the living room sofa trying to will myself into being tired enough to sleep. So far, not working. I'm wide awake. I blame the fact that I slept in until 3PM yesterday (courtesy of my first 4AM job leeching all the energy out of me). I should probably be doing homework right now, but I have absolutely no drive yet.
(And on a completely unrelated note... Wow. Aerosmith did a cover of the Spider-man theme song. Epic.)
I just now realized that it's only Thursday. I thought it was Friday. This means I have another day to work on the rough draft of my paper. Thank goodness. Here I thought I had something to panic about.
Chase Stadium tonight. Diamondbacks vs. Marlins. I'm excited to see a game with Sam again - it's been years. Last time was when we were... fifteen? Sixteen? I remember we abandoned her mom and sister after the game was over and walked back to our hotel alone. And we got lost. Good times.
Still not tired. Damn.
Oh! Me and Sam officially have plans for her birthday. Nickelback, Buckcherry, Three Days Grace. In Phoenix. On her birthday. It'll be a night of complete and utter sleaze. The rock show gods really smiled on us this time. :)
I am in misery - there ain't nobody who can comfort me. Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me.
Listening to: Misery - Maroon 5
