Bit my bassplayer.
Fell over.
Smashed a glass.
threw my guitar.

And I was sober.
That... that was so much fun!

So i manage to scrounge up $2 to get me in to the open mic in hell tonite. Originally it was just to see robin's new band, the national parks. But then dale called. So we're gonna jam beforehand and play a few songs.

anyway, to work!!!!
oh and if you're not listening to ckdu, you should. Dale's on right now.

So when i got home from work yesterday, the plan was to take a much needed nap. Instead i started messing around with my guitar. Might even have come up with a good song, as opposed to the crap i've been writing for the last few months.

But i digress.

Went to the "new" marquee. It looks alright, though it does seem to have a wierd kinda tropical (?) motif to it. The big thing of the nite was seeing contrived for the first time in four months, and it was really fucking good! Jon fits in quite well, though it was a bit wierd not seeing tim up there. And after wearing his jacket, that bigelo borrowed for the nite, i can now say that i'm ever so slightly bigger than mike catano.

side note: I spent most of contrived's set basically in front of mike mcneil's amp, so my ears were ringing just a bit.
So when rachael and Darcy yell something to me, what i basically got was "blahblahblahblah Alfred".
My response to this: smile and wave.

They could have been trying to tell me that there was a booger hanging off my nose, for all i know.

Tonite was the first time in a long while that I went to a party and didn't drink. And I had a blast! Thanks to rachael for being such a gracious host. I even scored a black shirt!

And I'm very glad noone picked me for anything for "truth or dare". I mean, Adam ate a plant. That was fucked.

So yeah, I guess I'm continuing with this blog thing. And yes, I'm giving another try at not drinking. This may only last a day, but it's something I gotta try. Part of the whole "life on track" type thing.

Now I'm gonna try to go to bed after ingesting much cola and candy.

Sleep tight, kids.

So i figure i can either:
1) Stop blogging, tear down this site, and never do anything like this again.

2)Continue with with the "high fidelity"-like direction that this seems to be taking.

3)Listen to some 45's and get ready for work.

For now i pick number 3. Oh, for the joy that a simple record player can bring!

It's 8:00 in the morning, and i'm staring at the ceiling. And i'm trying to figure out where it all went wrong.

I pinpoint it to grade two. Her name was Candee. Looking back, i realize that thinking i was in love at the age of 7 was pretty niave. But I was 7. And she had the most beautiful eyes i'd ever seen.

I passed a note to her saying that i liked her alot. She passed it back, saying that she liked this other guy ( i don't even remember his name now), but we could still be friends.
I was completely, totally crushed. And I looked for reasons why she didn't "like" me. Red hair, glasses, and the label "nerd" that some other kids pinned on me. At the age of seven, i came to the logical conclusion that it would be virtually impossible for a girl to like me.

At the age of seven.

Most kids are playing with Hot Wheels and I'm struggling with love and my identity. Unfortunately, instead of trying to change, I donno, anything, I bought into the whole "nerd" thing. And i didn't have anything more to do with girls until grade twelve.

My best friend Ian (who's over in japan right now. Hey!) and I went to this dance at St. Ann's hall in Glace Bay. While most kids went to dances to hang out with other kids, I basically went so i could listen to music really loud. But something unexpected happened. This girl, Jennifer, asked me to dance. Now don't get me wrong, i had danced with girls before this, but just girls from my class or friends at parties. And there was nothing to it because, well, i had no reason to believe there was anything more to it. I was a nerd, remember? But this was different. We held each other close. We looked into each others' eyes. We made out.

I got her number, and we went to dances a couple of times, but it was different. She didn't seem as..I donno...into me, for lack of better wording. I later found out, and i never told anyone this...That first dance? She did it on a dare. A "go dance with the nerd" type of thing. If someone were to ask me what the best way to destroy someone's self-esteem was, that would be it. And yeah, things with jennifer sorta degraded from there.

But, you see, the real damage from this, at least as i see it, is that it opened up in me the idea of love and attraction, and girls. A good ten years of conditioning, destroyed. Perhaps, had this not have happened, I could have lived a nice, blissful, asexual existance. That's believeable, right?

And i'm well aware that I'm coming off as a whiny bitch. But i have to sort this shit out now. And if doing it here, in a public forum, is the way i choose to do it, then so be it. Let the whiny bitchdom begin!!

I'm gonna figure out why i'm so fucked up. And, somehow, fix it.

The Sourkeys!The Sourkeys!!! I should have picked up their CD last nite. But i will, cause i think they're my new favorite band.

And jon epworth was wearing something that looked not entirely unlike a life preserver.

Fuck. I love music!

Tonight is the grand return of the open mic nite in hell. Spincycle's gonna go down and maybe play some new songs. And there's probubly gonna be tonnes of bands playing, being the first nite back and all. And it's only $2, with $2 draft!!

However, i have to work in the morning. And I really don't have the money to spend so no drinky drinky for me. Or at least no crazy, what the hell am i doing drinky drinky. Still, should be fun, so go!!

KC said i look like i'm sixteen years old. I guess that kinda explains why they asked me for two sets of ID last nite.
That was still fucking annoying, though.

... I can't believe there was that big a lineup at the marquee. No dancefloor brutalize for me.

And for those who don't read the comments, the holy shroud/radarfame show was awesome!

And in the nonsensical department...you know, I don't have anything. Actually, I do have stuff. But ever since people have been coming up to me and and saying "hey, I read your blog" I guess I've been holding back.
Meh. I'll get over it. Then I'll be back to making drunken comments about cute girls and other sordid details about my life.
Like I actually have sordid details.
Anyway, goodnite everybody.

Hair cut.
Shave.
Lucky shirt.
Deep breath.
Here we go.

If i don't drink tonite, i'll have gone a week without drinking.

Which of course means i'll probubly be drinking tonite.

See yas at john st.

The doctor said the thing on my shoulder was nothing serious, but it would cost something to get it removed because it would be considered "cosmetic". It can stay there for all i care. And now my mom can stop bugging me about it.

Eat a peanut butter sandwich. Listen to dale on the radio. Head to work.

me+lots of cola+lots of pez=ultra hyper alfred!!!
I feel like i could build a house. out of lego's.
Perhaps a split-level.

I didn't have a drink at all tonite. But i am SO up for the next two hours. I should have went to the marquee and brutilized some of this energy away.

Oh, and the seahorse was really fun!!

And.and...and...i'm gonna do push-ups!!!

The product i'm using is called draino max gel. It claims to be a new formula better at removing tough clogs. It better. Cause feeling the water rise as you shower is just damn annoying.

So yeah, yesterday.
Work was hell. Someone doesn't show up. Another works on the new ladder display with my manager. I point out that it looks like a deathtrap. They disagree. Whatever. Spend most of the day running around like crazy.

Go home. Computer crashes. Great. Need key? Hmm...have it written down somewhere. Go to "internet cafe". Look it up. Alright. Put in key. Hmm...nothing works. Fuck. Start reformatting and reinstall. Go meet dale.

Go to thursty duck. Hit the bar. Jill comes out of nowhere. Gives me a big hug and says "Hi Alex!" She quickly remember's that's not my name and apologizes. I tell her tonight my name is george. Hell city Love were... ok.Kinda reminded me of Coyote. Beardo and Danica show up. Apparantly she doesn't remember trying to take my beer. The KNA were great, though they only had time for two songs. Hell City played two "mini-sets" which took waaaay too long. We all went home. I try to set up my computer but decide to go to bed.
And i think of a simpsons episode.
Homer:Is this a good ending or a bad ending?
Marge:It's an ending. That's enough.

C:Will drop off jam spot money tomorrow.
D:We should work on keyboard stuff on thursday.
E:...i donno...paint something.
F:My father's name is fred. My brother's name is Albert. It was his birthday today. Happy b'day bro.
g:I need an oh god cd. when you guys record, i'm buying one.
H:Have a good sleep everybody!
Stop.