lion's mane

I got my iPhone the day before yesterday, and while it's a little beat up, it's a pretty awesome piece of machinery. Regardless, I'm ever so grateful. Thank you so much, Zanderson! You get a kitten, I get an iPhone. Not a bad trade, right?

jo jin leaf

Listening to:
Tegan and Sara - The Con

Mood:

It's seriously been three days since my last post? Wow. Time flies. I finally gave Tegan and Sara a try, and my God, I cannot stop listening to this album. One song is a complete abomination and I can't stand it, but the rest I really like. If anyone who is reading this lives in Northern California, you really need to go to Sky High. We (Samantha, Steven, David) ended up going on a weekend, so many, many children were present, but nothing's more fun than pegging eight year old boys in the face with foam dodgeballs. It was nice to jump around and act like a kid again. I really needed it. I went job hunting with Jim again yesterday, and Zach proof-read and corrected some parts of my resume. I'm hoping I get a job here soon. It'll up my work ethic and the productivity will make me feel a little less lazy. Gregg moved out just a couple hours ago and I couldn't be more thrilled. With Brittany not living at home currently and Dad working, I can finally play bass as loud as I please (or even play bass at all). I'm happy.

Warning: Nerdiness ahead

Guess what I started playing again.



Sweet, right? I've been trying to find the game for over a year, and when I did, I found it fresh out of my washer. Shockingly enough, I could play the game, but couldn't save. If you've ever played a Pokemon game, not having the ability to save makes it practically unplayable. After Zach (friend), found both Silver and Crystal version at his old place (he was in the process of moving out), he rewarded me the lesser of two evils and I got Silver version. Unfortunately, I didn't have a system to play it on. My Gameboy Advance SP was broken by my sister years back, my Gameboy Advance was hidden somewhere in my mouse infested garage, and I was pretty sure my Gameboy Color was thrown out. After having Silver version for a week or two and asking numerous friends if they had an avaliable system for me to borrow, Samantha (another friend) found two Gameboy Colors lying in a white bag she had at the side of her room. She decided to give it to me. The rest is history. Or it will be once I start playing the game more fanatically. I have Rune Factory 2 out on rental, so I'm prioritizing, but trust me, Silver will get played. After playing the GBC for about, oh, three seconds, I realized not only was it not backlit, but even in sunlight, if held in a certain position, you couldn't even see the screen. It's stunning how old that made me feel. I've heard rumors of a remade version of Gold & Silver in the mix, but it turns out the box art was fake, and Nintendo hasn't confirmed anything about a remake. They've remade Red & Blue, so why not continue? It's hard to play an original GBC game when you're used to DS games. Damn you, Game Freak. Damn you, Nintendo!

Other than that, I've been fairly busy lately. It's been more with friends and less with resume finishing and job hunting and homework doing, but anything that gets me out of the house makes me feel stronger of a person. Anyway, Dad just put The Wrestler on, so I'm outie.

fair warning, 35.

God damnit. I didn't post again yesterday? I guess it slipped my mind. The Cold concert at Slim's wasn't too great. Mom got sick and left before the first opening band even ended their set. The first opening band played fine, and more than likely the most passionately out of all three bands, but their image was one to laugh at (the emo haircuts and metal hair isn't a good look for anyone and really never was). The second opening band was as boring as elevator music. Cold not only took forever to start their set, but when the set began, the band wasn't even present. They just played a 10-15 minute timeline clip of where they came from, how they began, and how highly they seem to think of themselves now. I'm all for pride, but I seemed to be more of an arrogant move from a band that had some mainstream success and clung to that for dear life. That entire escapade turned me off the entire rest of the set, which I didn't think was that good anyway. I have trouble saying that, but that's how I feel. Zach was being loud and kind of douchey (especially with the second band), as was my sister, and it just got frustrating after a while. Zach had a bad day; that's fine, whatever. I'll get over it. Brittany is Brittany; that's fine, too. I was just a bit embarrassed at the time. My mom doesn't seem to be in very good health, either. Dad had to drop her off at her place, go back home, take her car back up to Santa Clara, have me follow in the Corolla behind him, and then go back home. It was irriting, but that's just part of becoming an adult: doing things you don't want to do. Dad didn't want to either though, so we shared our sleepy post-concert pain. My mother will more than likely be okay. She always bounced back and probably always will. She just better go to the fucking doctor's today like she said she would.

Apologies for the abnormally bitchy post. They're few and far between, so just take them as they come, okay?