i got carpel tunnel last week. so i got that going for me.
the more i think about it, the more i want people to say 'can of whoop ass' more often. but not me. i can't pull it off very well.
i think i'm in a good place right now, but i'm still not totally sure. and that's frusterating. frusterating enough to make believe i'm not in a good place yet. it makes sense. trust me.
the management at work are bricks. they've made us work madatory 12-14 hour dasy for the last week and a half because they didn't schedule enough guys to get the work done on time for each day. friggin hell, i'm beat. but on the bright side the wcb from this job will cover my carpel tunnel splints (see paragraph one).
i haven't gone to a show in a long time, except one that a church put on at the end of august. it was really wierd because it was all pop, chips and parents. i talked to one of the people on the commitee who put on the show. i'll paraphrase his side of the conversation. probably more ostentatious than he meant to be, but still, this is what i took from it:
"we thought we should be the ones to take the iniative to create and govern a community of musicians and music lovers. they could probably do it themselves, but they might run into problems like drugs, alcohol, open minds, swearing and mosh pits. nope. no moshing-about while jesus is in charge."i don't really know why the atmosphere seemed so artificial. i can speculate a few reasons. the first of which, i'll admit, is pretty obtuse on my part. walking through that door i suspected, and later confirmed, that it was a christian group putting on the show. who else could seem that seperated from the art and music, and remain so crypticly focused on the people walking through the door? and the only reason that really drives me insane, is sir isaac newton's third law. i could see their minds contrive every detail of my life in a split second; as quickly as it took me do the exact same. why does it bother me so much then? to a person who thinks they know everything, it sucks to know that you really don't.
the second reason i felt so awkward was the fact that there wasn't a single moment i could feel like i wasn't being monitered. everytime i would light a cigarette, like clockwork a church-mom would be at my side, eager to discuss the harm i was doing to myself. hoping to slip under the radar, josh, thomas and i sat along the wall near the back of the hall where we became subject to the most ascendant pointed finger i have ever seen. the concession booth apparantly doubled as a classification booth too.
the third reason that this was the most backward and pathetic show i have ever been to, virtually everyone can identify with: edited rage against the machine cover songs.
baaaaadd!
ok.....dinner. gotta jet.
i love you all.
