Day 70

wow, so after two days of me being totally sick, vomiting, and doo-dooing. im still sick. james felt left out so he decided to join the club too and is in the same position. i feel too crappy to actually get up and take a picture…but i found this awesome picture from the deathset show at sxsw.-jeff and james 

69 (oh no)

well, jeff’s sick.  as far as i know, he’s gotten out of bed twice today…and that’s all day.  i woke up around 4pm, which was awesome.  spring break in texas took far more out of me than i could have ever imagined.  what wasn’t awesome is that jeff was in bed all day.  if you get nothing more out of this blog, take this, food poising is not a joke!!!!!!! i like to think that today was funny, because for the better part of the day, jeff and i didn’t move more than 25 feet from our room.  in jeff’s case, it was to throw up after i advised him to drink liquids, and in my case, it was to play banjo, watch tv, and spend time with my good friend mark.  mark, if you read this, thanks, hanging out with you was refreshing, and also thanks for the freedom rock record.  for those of you who do not know what freedom rock is…it’s a time-live-esque collection of songs that they sell on tv, that i grew up on that mark gave to me.  the rest of my night consisted of hanging out with katelyn’s girlfriends from worcester.  i decided early in the night that i would get so drunk that i’d embarrass her, and that sortof happened.  i met some girls, one of whom’s name i remember because she shared a name with my neighbor from back home.  their names were karly, and kathleen and lauren.  katelyn didn’t want to tell me the rest, i’m not sure why…anywho, the were guillable (katelyn says this is how you spell it, she’s wrong by the way), and crazy.  john and i, (john is the guy who’s house i ended up at) and dan played an amazing song called folsom prisons blues, in the key of c.  it was pretty incredible.  after that, john and i played some slide guitar, and katelyn and josh and i walked home.  this is my evening.  if you read this, please comment and wish jeff a speedy recovery.  he’s sick and needs your positive thoughts.  other than that, enjoy these crappy pictures, and the pictures of keith without a shirt on (tall glass of water)!!!! jeff and james 

68.

today was awesome and shitty at the same time.  which is a strange feeling to have.  at the end of it, i guess i’m alright.  i might sometimes wish i lived somewhere else, were someone else, and did different things, but for now it’s alright.  i’m watching a show about native americans from the north east and it’s pretty radical.  the day ahead was awesome, and not awesome and i’ll tell you about it.  awesome: i got to ride my new bike, i got to see my friends in mumblenews, wifflebat and this is how rumors get started perform at the THRGS cd relase party.  shitty: i lost my debit card (i think, hope not, but think), jeff got sick from indian food, and people were a huuuuge let-down/disappointment.  i remember my parents telling me that being disappointed in me was far worse than being angry, and now i understand that.  aside from that, i’m getting pretty bummed out about feeling like i have to act like people’s father.  this is shitty in two ways; not only is this a role i don’t want to play, but i feel like if i don’t, who the fuck will, and what the fuck will happen when/if no one does?  oh fuck.  so  yeah, there’s my conundrum for the evening.  aside from that, i wrote a song in about 4 hrs (which is about nine months and 20 hrs less than usual) that nobody will ever hear, because i don’t do that.  anywho, the life of these american indians is looking better and better every second that i think of the shitty parts of tonight.  great job to all of ya’ll that read this that played last night.  goodnight. jeff and james ps i’ll upload pictures tomorrow.   

67.

day 67.  a lot of things let me to this, reverse drunk dialing (which really means answering the phone for mike from honest thomas).  anywho, today was a day of good news, bad news, and fun…as usual.  i can consider myself lucky and very relieved that live has more to offer than mediocracy.  bad news is bad, but good news can rescue us from the bad news.  so today was spent, i’d like to think, focusing on the good news.  i’d like to say, before i write much more, that i want to apologize to stephen jaunzemis for our quarrel.  ur like a brother, so don’t freak out ok?   that being said, things are pretty good for us.  granted that we’re more like rosanne or the simpsons than the bradies, things are good. today, jeff came with me to help me buy a bike, which i did.  after which we rode into town to celebrate elliot’s birthday for a second time.  Elliot, happy fucking birthday man.  we did so by buying elliot his “first” good beer that we pruchased him…and frankly i’m happy an honored to have done so.  the rest of the day consisted of me fixing things, and riding my new bike around.  thanks dad, for the new bike, and thanks to you guys for reading (i hope).  goodnighterz.. jeff and james 

66

well first of all, i just want to say, today sucked.  for both jeff and myself.  again, for both of us, it involved feeling like shit and sleeping through our first class.  my first class sleep through came with one of the shittiest dreams ever, and a lot of me being in a shitty mood.  other than that, it was feeling “after-shitty” and then going out to the silhouette for elliot’s 21st.  that was fun, and nine dollars later, i can say that elliot was nine times drunker than b4.  so yay.  we’re super tired, and jeff just cooked some food and i’m about to eat, so, byez… jeff and james

65.

fuck, i’m tired, we’ll do this later maybe. jeff and james 

64

well, the lull kicks in here.  that is to say, we’re back in the daily grind, the excitement of texas, spring break, and south by southwest is over, and we don’t have much to say except, here’s what i did in class today or i ate four sandwiches today (pathetic, i know).  i think it’s gonna take a while before i can get back into being excited about the daily grind again.  i can’t remember if i told you guys about being detained in the airport, but it happened, and they took my social security and phone number, which i’m told means two things.  number one, that they’re putting me on some goddamn terrorist list, or something, and then that they’ll be listening in on my phone calls.  i halfway hope the latter is true.  i’ve taken steps to keep them interested by calling people and telling them that the package is in at some random place in south boston, or wherever.  if you think this is a bad idea, or have a story about this, please tell me because until someone tells me it’s bad i’m gonna keep doing it.  okay, this is it.  goodnight. jeff and james 

63.

long fucking day. we all woke up at 630 am to get ready for our flight home, which left at 945.  we were detained in security because jeff was evidently conducting himself in a suspicious manner (we don’t really know how).  this left us having too many questions asked towards us.  because we were detained for so goddamn long, we weren’t able to eat breakfast.  we being everyone but elliot, who got through scott-free, got breakfast, and wouldn’t give any of us a bite (jackass, i’ll remember that one next time)  we landed here at 4.45 pm, and we’re fucking tired.  maybe i’ll add more to this later but right now i’m tooo sleepy.  laters yalls. jeff and james  oh  yeah, and i ate four sandwiches today and i’m still hungry. 

62.

nostalgia.  not really.  being in ones home town does funny things to one.  and that one is me.  today, we took a nature walk along the san gabriel river.  it turns out that the aforementioned river runs through my back yard, so jeff, elliot, steve, and myself took a long, long, long walk along said river to lake georgetown.  um, i can’t say that much, except that we crossed an indiana jones style pipe, waded through a river, climbed a gigantic rock mountain, saw some dead animals, and cliff jumped.  other than that, it was 81 degrees and fun.  we got back to my folk’s house in time to enjoy a wonderfully smoked meal of fish, corn, and vegetables.  aside from that, we go home (bostsn) tomorrow, early in the morning, to 41 degree weather.  goddamnit, and may god damn you new england.  goodbye. jeff and james  i’m sure i forgot some things, so ask jeff, steve, and or elliot about the deets.  byes.   

day number sixty one

today we had planned to drive two hours to the guadalupe river, but instead sat around.  i woke up way too early after staying up way too late and decided, fuck this, i’m tired, it’s too cold, and i don’t want to drive four hours to pay 25 dollars to tube for four hours in a cold river.  so, we didn’t go. instead, we sat around the house maxin’ and relaxin’, went to a western store where i purchased my second pair of wrangler jeans, and drove home for our tasty steak dinner.  i hit a shot from hal court, or what would be half court if my driveway was bigger, and jeff said he’d eat a steak if i did.  he didn’t, and i hate him for it. after dinner, jeff and i took an hour long walk by the river, and upon arriving home my dad peered at me suspiciously.  i’m fairly certain he was under the impression that jeff and i were up to something fishy on our nature walk (we weren’t).  oh well.  after our little walk, we looked at photos from my childhood with katelyn, which i’m told were supposed to embarrass me.  following this, we took a drive to look for deer, and here i am, tired as hell.  end transmition.  jeff and james ps, maybe jess non-dedicated ass will upload some pix from today, but probably not. please hassle him if you have time.