Concerts concerts concerts!  I didn't realize how much good stuff is in the next 3 days!

This is my list of interests.

The Crooked Brothers - WECC - Nov 5th
Mason Rack Band - Kings Head - Nov 6th
Misfits - Pyramid - Nov 6th
Wind Ups - Times Changed - Nov 6th
Campus Chase - UofW - Nov 7th
Sacrifice - Garrick - Nov 7th
Withdrawl - Albert - Nov 7th
Flying Fox & The Hunter Gatherers - Times Changed - Nov 7th

I've only got tickets to the Crooked Brothers tonight.  I'm hoping to at least get to Sacrifice Saturday, but waiting on tickets cause I have a chance to win some tomorrow.  Those are all late shows Friday - except the Misfits will be early, but I'm not highly interested in that lot.  Well, should be a good weekend!

, Goats!

I want to have an open dialogue.  I'm trying to spend more time talking to the people around me.

I have these instincts telling me not to tell my dad things, and rightfully so.  I told him something he was quiet & critical about yesterday.  As if I had to tell him.  I am reminded of him trying to underhand my trip to East Africa.  In the end it was only because of him I could go..

Anyway, I should be reminded that this mistrust I have of my dad is valid.  There's no way he can keep this to himself.

I've been reading too many Matador Nights.  I can relate very well.  I need to go be an uncomfortable stranger somewhere.  I might be tricking myself into something.

, gossipy office.

Over thinking.  I am a self-indulgent mess on this day.  Getting things done, always the wrong things.  Always sorting things out.  Today is my Sunday.  Hopefully I actually get productive.

If she asks just tell her that I'm too far gone to deal.  She should know exactly how that feels.

I have a heart.  Is it a bleeding heart?  I couldn't deal with some things every day.  Everyone needs something to cope.  I had been thinking about how downtrodden my weekend was -except Friday, oh marvelous friday- till I got this message at some point during the night:

Flying back to the front line again, time to get back into the war!  What a crap time to give up smoking & drinking!  Dodgy Russian aircraft & crew, valium please

If she asks don't tell her bout the bloodshed in the streets.  The less she knows the less she can repeat.

So what do you want then?  I don't think he knows I hate when people compare tragedies.  I think he might just want someone to hope he gets out alive.  Which is all I can really do.  I have this feeling he's lived a thousand years, or maybe a thousand lives.  He can't stop running, but he always runs back into what he's supposed to be running from.

It's like leaving and realizing everything you wanted was there.  “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”

If she wants to stop on by, tell her that I almost died.  Tell her I ain't seeing people yet, but see if she'll send cigarettes.

, excuses halftruths and fortified wine.

It's hard to describe how I feel.  I am just in downtime mode.  I am not getting things done.  I am surprised I went in the hottub since I was in the pool already today and stink of it.

"I will never end up like him.  Behind my back I already am."

It's starting to get kinda dusky & it's my job to give out candy so I should get on that soon.  Last night was the ressurrected Skalloween at the WECC.  Got into the Afterbeat, Greg Crowe & The Scarlet Union plus Subcity Dwellers.  Danced!  With Jess, Franke, Keeley & her friends Derek & Sarah.  The Scarlet Inion were all in Addam's Family attire (Wednesday, Pugsley, Gomez, Morticia, Thing and Greg Crowe as Uncle Fester.)  Anyway we had a delightful time.  Keeley ended up going to Flogging Molly.

Anyway I should get ready.  Needless to say we got drunk.  I was double fisting rum & cokes & drinking the blood of mortals.  We may have tped something, but that's still up for debate.  We stayed up a really long time talking.  Till 5:40.  I got up & biked to work at 8:20.  I can't remember how much time that is.

I taught for 2 1/2 hours, changed quick, biked to Pan Am in like 15 minutes (max 20), changed into costume & coached for a couple hours.  My feet were aching.  I screwed up entries at the swim meet & it's probably my fault.  No one was looking forward to it more than me.  Anyway, I was crushed about that.  Biked home.  Had pizza.  Down time is inbetween time.

I've been Flinstoning the brakes on my bike the last little while.  The temp is dropping.  I can feel the snow coming.  Not much more time.  I think my back tire is flat.  Shit.  I have to rethink tonight's whole strategy.  And wardrobe.

I got a call this morning about 20 minutes before I got out of the water.  From the number +3908311830000.This call is essentially telling me to hurry up & activate my voice messaging.  Hmmm.  I hope they call back whoever they are.

Fall Out Boy on shuffle.  Subcity Dwellers.  Dirty Old Town.

I also have 2 stories about how Landu called & woke me up Thursday morning, and how Kev has been texting me trying to get me to come to Israel.  "We're all waiting for you!"  He makes them sound undead in true Halloween fashion.

, of all the gin joints in all the world.