jerkface (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} drinksanddrugs) wrote,@ 2007-04-23 00:10:00 |
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"Look, I'm not a frat boy, OK" - Treephort
HELLA PICTURES
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I was a total frat-boy Saturday night at the Secretions video shoot. The scene involved drinking beer and having a party while The Secretions played in a basement, and I felt compelled to have a fresh beer for each take. I ended up having 8 or 9 beers (only frat-boys count beers), which is quite a bit much for my 115 LB frame.. I even got to direct a scene with all the girls and some moshers getting into the bands way and knocking shit over and hurting themselves, which I thought was really fun. I then took part in a sort of drinking game (frat boy strike two), then I had a total R Kelly moment, some other stuff, then around 1:30am, hopped on my bike to go after-party searching in the rain-soaked grid. It was kind of crazy and my arms and legs and face were definitely numb by the time I carried my bicycle up the steps to my apartment, and now I may be fighting off the early onset of a cold (which I didn't think could start this quick?), so far I've taken hella Zicam and Airborne and will do my best to not be down with the sickness like that monkey in that one song I hate.
New friends, rad pictures on other peoples cameras that I hope to soon get (their cameras, when I steal them, not the pictures).. I was really silly, the things I remember doing and saying made no sense, but I guess it worked out.
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I don't get hangovers ever, but this morning (Sunday), I was a total wounded animal, staggering around my apartment trying to get ready for the Alternative Press Expo in San Francisco, which ended up being very underwhelming. I'm not sure if its just because I go to so many of these things or what, but all the things I thought were rad were things I already had or had at least already seen, and all the new things were just totally stupid and way to crappy and amateur, and the entire con was taken over by arts-and-craft'ers which is rad too but not what this con is about, and there are plenty of WAY better arts-and-craft stuff going on elsewhere anyway.
But I *did* get to play with Catherin Sparkle's totally awesome baby bird and made him go up-side-down and learned some new scrabble words pertaining to groups of large animals that I didn't think existed in California but apparently do.
I might make more sense next time.
OH YEA, if you have an MP3 of Treephort's song "Look, I'm not a frat boy, OK" from the album Touched By An Uncle, please send me it, for a mix-tape I'm making. I somehow forgot to rip that album to my iTunes and it is now hidden away somewhere at my parents house over them hills..
XOXOXOXOXOOXOX
HELLA PICTURES
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I was a total frat-boy Saturday night at the Secretions video shoot. The scene involved drinking beer and having a party while The Secretions played in a basement, and I felt compelled to have a fresh beer for each take. I ended up having 8 or 9 beers (only frat-boys count beers), which is quite a bit much for my 115 LB frame.. I even got to direct a scene with all the girls and some moshers getting into the bands way and knocking shit over and hurting themselves, which I thought was really fun. I then took part in a sort of drinking game (frat boy strike two), then I had a total R Kelly moment, some other stuff, then around 1:30am, hopped on my bike to go after-party searching in the rain-soaked grid. It was kind of crazy and my arms and legs and face were definitely numb by the time I carried my bicycle up the steps to my apartment, and now I may be fighting off the early onset of a cold (which I didn't think could start this quick?), so far I've taken hella Zicam and Airborne and will do my best to not be down with the sickness like that monkey in that one song I hate.
New friends, rad pictures on other peoples cameras that I hope to soon get (their cameras, when I steal them, not the pictures).. I was really silly, the things I remember doing and saying made no sense, but I guess it worked out.
--
I don't get hangovers ever, but this morning (Sunday), I was a total wounded animal, staggering around my apartment trying to get ready for the Alternative Press Expo in San Francisco, which ended up being very underwhelming. I'm not sure if its just because I go to so many of these things or what, but all the things I thought were rad were things I already had or had at least already seen, and all the new things were just totally stupid and way to crappy and amateur, and the entire con was taken over by arts-and-craft'ers which is rad too but not what this con is about, and there are plenty of WAY better arts-and-craft stuff going on elsewhere anyway.
But I *did* get to play with Catherin Sparkle's totally awesome baby bird and made him go up-side-down and learned some new scrabble words pertaining to groups of large animals that I didn't think existed in California but apparently do.
I might make more sense next time.
OH YEA, if you have an MP3 of Treephort's song "Look, I'm not a frat boy, OK" from the album Touched By An Uncle, please send me it, for a mix-tape I'm making. I somehow forgot to rip that album to my iTunes and it is now hidden away somewhere at my parents house over them hills..
XOXOXOXOXOOXOX
