DAY 100!

well, this is it, to all you proud faithful readers (and those of you who are too proud to admit that you don’t have anything more intellectual to do with your time), this is day 100!

we were supposed to play a house party in chelmsford tonight, which i thought was a suitable ending to our 100 day adventure. however, our plans were stifled when we realized we couldn’t go to the show, due to some shit i don’t want to write on here. anywho…

i’d like to think that through writing an online journal, i’ve gained some sort of insight into who i am, who you are, or something. anyway, fuck that, i don’t think i learned shit about myself, or any of you…that is, except shay. thanks for being our faithful reader. for those of you who didn’t read this enough, shay made our blog his home page. so thanks shay, you’ll undoubtedly be repaid by many a beer from jeff and myself.

i guess i can say though, that i’ll probably have a good time reading through this when i’m 35, or maybe my children (god willing) will read this someday and think, wow, my dad was once cool…or at least interesting.

maybe it’ll also be good for me to read through some day and think, wow, i really was an asshole. or maybe i’ll think, man, i’m that same asshole that i was 6 months ago. i can say, that i have learned a lot about how to deal with certain people. for those of you who’ve not met my parents, they’re military folks and strict disciplinarians (whoda thunk?) and seemed to have one way of dealing with all three of my brothers when i was growing up. through that i developed a similar strategy that i’ve found not to work very effectively. so i’ve learned a lot about dealing with different people differently, because after all, they are different people, and a touch about being more considerate. so, to all of you to whom i was inconsiderate, i’m sorry, i do try. Promise!

also, to the few of you who wondered what our lives were like, trying to be a successful band with five friends, you may now have a better grasp of the things we do. i tried not to censor anything too much, because i’m pretty sure i’ll forget most of the crazy things i/we do now, and i would like to look back on them someday, and be able to say, yep, see, i/we was/were cool once, and then corrupt my children. or maybe they’ll be really ashamed, we’ll just have to see. maybe those of you who like me now will look back someday after i’ve pissed you off and say, wow, he really was a dickhead. but let’s hope for the best for this little thing.

so, that’s it. i hope you’ve gained something from this, in some way or another. if nothing else, maybe you joked about how sophomoric we are, or how “unarticulate” my writing is, and maybe it made you feel better…i certainly hope so. either way, i hope you got something out of this.

it’s been fun!

100 days with jeff and james

and finally, please find our fortunes inspiring…

99!! aaaah!!!!

oh man, oh man, oh golly.  this time of the year is getting nuts.  i sortof wish i that jeff and i hadn’t booked all these shows for now, as we’re nearing finals and wondering what the fuck we’re doing now.  we all graduate on may 10th, with three shows between now and then…MISTAKE.  anywho i don’t have much to say, and jeff is deff’s too goddamn lazy to do anything for this blog, so we’ll ttyl.  byezzzz.

 

jeff and james

 

98!!

holy fuck, almost there.

so, last night was radical.  katelyn, paola and i got there, and i found myself thinking, fuck, why in the hell did i think it would be a good idea to board a ship with about 500 screaming, ego-centric, “look at me look at me look at me” assholes.  turns out, that was the wrong attitude.  i’m not sure if the flask i snuck in did a number on me, the long guyland iced tea pat bought me, turkuaz (the band that played) made life fun, or a mixture of all of these, but for a brief two hours of life, i felt like i was friends with the entire world.  and i danced my goddamn brain out too. you guys would have been proud. 4 reel.  i even got katelyn, with whom i have not danced with in one year to dance with me…which was defs a goal of mine.  other than that, today we didn’t do shit.  jeff and i sat around and plotted out some of our tour for september, and just took some melatonin to fall asleep better.  so, yep, that’s it for now.  i’ve got a nice glow from the downstairs mixup and the cruise, and now i fell good.  we got some good pics from the show, and one of them will be our pic for tonight!  two days left!! 

 

laterzzzzz,

 

jeff and james

 

 

thanks again jess, and the dudes and dudettes from bearstronaut for being so awesome.  plz come hang out with us, as we don’t have cars.  luv ya betches!

 

 

97.

today was the interview section of the downstairs mixup for jess and blaine’s video.  this was fun, and pretty ridiculous.  after that we drove to a 3pm show at umas lowell that we missed because of faulty mapquest directions.  now we’re all tired, and i’m going on a cruise with katelyn.  goodnight.

 

jeff and james

96

dudical times.  tonight was the downstairs mix up in keene new hampshire.  which was fucking amazing.  it went like this.  steve, played a show with the fiery furnaces in his gf’s band mumblenews, and then we picked him up, and drove out to keene to hang with our dear friends bearstronaut, who rule (myspace.com/bearstronautmus).  we played, were videotaped, drank a lot of beer, and luke the drummer or bearstronaut and i skated and it made me feel like an old man.  after that we all slept on the floor of a dirty kitchen.  a truly dudical day, in which we met some truly dudical ppl.  thanks jess!!!

 

jeff and james

94

not enough time!!!

 

jeff and james

 

93!

not enough hours in the day to write!!! thanks to all of our friends.  we gotta go.  see you guys in new hampshire soon.

 

later

 

jeff and james

p.s. thanks to sex and christopher barnes.  byes.

 

 

OUR HOUSE IS A VERY VERY VERY FINE HOUSE (PARTY HOUSE.)

92.

we’ll write more later.

 

jeff and james

91!!!

day 91.  entry written at 1:38 am.

 

so, my dad was in boston again today, and for the first time in a long time i felt good about living here.  jeff is telling me about  how proud he is about learning fakie shuv-it’s, but that’s not as important as well written feelings so…it made me happy telling my dad about all the interesting things about boston, because it reminded me that this isn’t all that shitty of a place, though most of the time it feels like it.  i can’t remember much of what we did today, mainly because it wasn’t important.  i think we did some cleaning and organizing, and had a short trip to the shaws around the corner and trader joes to help us get our lives in order.  i still feel really good about our show last night, and was telling jeff about how i felt like i had a real place in the band and was still feeling a buzz about it.  so yay, life is good for now.  laterz.

 

jeff and james (that’s right, i have feelings).

 

ps, thanks to shay for making our blog his home page.  you rule homie.

 

 

90!!

today my dad came into boston and got to see the place that i live, my school, and some of the rest of boston through the window of some shitty jeep or something.  he took jeff, mark, and myself out to lunch at the sunset something or other, and then watched us play at the great scott with via audio, and somebody still loves you boris yeltson.  it was fun.  no we’re home with our friends from bu having a dance party in nate’s room.  more to come later.

 

jeff and james