plans
I saw Fu Manchu last night in Orange County. met up with Pat. some of his friends.
fuck, did I need that.
they’re very good live, and I didn’t actually expect that. some bands really fall off in front of a crowd, ala Smashing Pumpkins. but no, not the Fu.
a band called Totimoshi opened for them, and they were pretty rad too.
I’m on my lunch break, but because I got here so late today, I’m just sitting here for a half an hour and screwing around. can’t afford to go anywhere for food if I want to get out of here by 12:30. I won’t.
it was announced the other day that one of the copy editors will be leaving in March. she’s by far the most valuable of the three of us; I’m too much of a, uh, greenhorn, and the other guy (whom I like; Rudy, who listens to Dio) is a career fuckup. he’s in his fifties, and he’s doing the same shit I’m doing, which says something.
I don’t know what that means, but that does mean that I’m leaving here by midsummer sohelpmejesuschrist. I may have to announce it early (fuck, I hope not four months early) but I’m leaving. so I guess I should be looking for places to go, things to do right now. hey, at least it gives me something to look forward to.
right now, I’ve got no idea where start besides the obvious places. but beyond that, the only thing I’ve begun to flesh out is the tracklist I’ll blare when I leave this shithole burg:
you only live once – the Strokes
what’s the frequency, Kenneth? – REM
street fighting man – Stones
solid gold – Eagles of Death Metal
sledgehammer – Peter Gabriel
“fuck you” – something I’ll be chanting as I dump garbage from the driver’s side door when I pull on the freeway on the way out of town
honestly, these are all just albums I have in the truck at the moment. I tend to daydream.
I think if the past two months have taught me anything, it’s that I’m as fleeting and emotionally unstable as a teenage girl: I don’t know what I want or how to get it. I do know, however, that I’m not necessarily excited about doing this, what I’m doing now. look, this is a job I can handle, but it was never my dream to integrate myself into some small town on the ass-end of a continent, and that’s the most I can look forward to in the Imperial Valley. so even though I just got here, I’m ready to either get bigger, or try something else.
but let’s be honest: I bet most of you who read this are wondering how many more posts I can fill just complaining about this fucking place.
well, it’s a lot. I can fill up a lot.
1)the playlist is obviously the thing to get out of the way first when thinking about picking up and leaving where you live.
2) vitalogy is the album in which pearl jam most shows their influence by the who.
3)being frustrated in knowing that despite how you feel, you ain’t got shit is the hardest part of growing up.
4)josh martin is a horrible neighbor. the lesbo neighbors just knocked on the door cause i am playing my guitar and singing as if everyone is sleeping past noon at this point in their lives.
5)”i’ll wait for angels but won’t hold me breath, imagine they’re busy…i’m doin’ okay,”
“satan’s bed” by pearl jam, for when crying doesn’t just let the sad out.
already, in love.
the “fuck you” comment brought a chuckle to an otherwise mundane day.
-smith