The Slackers were fire. [19 Dec 2009|03:08pm] stonermagnet [ mood | mall on xmas weekend ] I went with Jason and met up with Todd, Brendan, Steve, & Brittany and her Jason. The Duppies and The Methodaires opened, but I especially liked The Duppies. (Aside from, of course, The Slackers.) We saw The Slackers drive up when we were all outside and Brendan asked Vic if he would take a picture with him but Vic was like, "Nah man, you have me confused with someone else, I'm just trying to get a drink." lol. During the show Brendan threw up on a whole line of people on his way to the bathroom, but I shouldn't have laughed because I ended up going outside 20 minutes early due to the fact that I was passing out from the heat. By the time I realized I was going to pass out it was too late to make an efficient escape through the 6 million people packed into tiny Churchill's pub, so I stumbled to the door like a drunk person, walking all over everyones shoes and slamming from side to side. Then some huge bitch got pissed at me for trying to manouver around her fat rolls so I had to slow down. I was amazed I could still walk because my vision and hearing were already almost completely gone. I saw the front door but knew I was falling so I grabbed Jason on the way down and he pretty much led me outside where I sat down between two Harley's and some guy requested that I not puke on his bike. I didn't throw up, just needed to sit down and let the blood back into my head. Then me and Jason watched a funny domestic disturbance. Some guy and his girlfriend or whatever were screaming in eachother's faces across the street. They locked their keys in the car and then got into an argument. I saw the girl walk away crying and the guy left and then came back with some large object that looked to me like a cynder block, and proceeded to attempt to pound in the windows of the car with it. Whew, good times. Oh, and this was in Little Haiti. It's so ghetto that I was actually worried. There were Zoe Pound guys everywhere, asking for money. I really thought I was gonna get mugged lol. ( pics ) Anyone have a Tumblr? =] http://morganypie.tumblr.com/ 1 comment|post comment

[18 Dec 2009|06:58pm] invalidtag [ mood | artistic ] I'm going home in a few days. My exams have been taken, my bassoon has been practiced, and my times have been good. I just thought I would write a little more. I guess it feels like there is so much going on that I couldn't possibly describe it all in one entry. And it's not even about making it short and simple so people can read about my Montreal adventures, it's more of that I'm afraid that I won't express my experiences well enough for me to read them in the future and be satisfied by how I remembered everything. Basically, though... It's cold. It's -25 degrees and I wear snow pants and a ski jacket to walk across the street. I'm pale as a ghost. I'm in love like a story book. I miss my brother more than anyone could ever understand, and the fact that he'll never love me the way I want him to breaks my heart every time I think about it. I love my teacher. He loves me, but won't admit it. :) I feel like I'm having the best college experience out of all, just because...well....there are times when it's snowing faintly and I'm walking down a little french alleyway and a man with an accordion is playing by a little cafe down the cobblestone road. You throw a gold coin in his hat and he gives you a french proverb. Ha! I suppose it's the beauty of Montreal that is unsurmountable to anything I could ever hope to be comforted by, aesthetically speaking. I like Canada a lot. Almost more than the U.S. Montreal itself is better than any city in the U.S. I've ever been to, and I've been everywhere major except say...California area. My friendships don't fail because of me. I have finally realized this. I am a perfectly good friend, and there are good people out there who aren't stressful to have a relationship with. After a bunch of radio shows and interviews and sessions and record deals, I am still 100% into bassoon. Montreal brings out a healthy dose of all my favorite hobbies and cultural interests, in a way that I never thought possible. For example....I am falling in love with all of my spanish influences from back home, but now I am not afraid to blast my bluegrass tunes down the hallway, even if it's followed by Mahler 5 and then a Parisian Chanson from the 16th century, finalized with some hippie indie rock jams that I used to drive down I-95 to. I am afraid I have forgotten how to drive. It was one of my favorite things back home. We'll see if I'm still as comfortable. Ha. I have gotten such a strong sense of family values and morals here. I feel like the distance is unique to all of my friends. My family is so far away. If something happened to them or me, I wouldn't hear about and vice versa for a long while. Everything is delayed. Everything is strained. I'm so thankful that I can still maintain a good relationship with the people I love since I have moved. The only friends I stay in touch with are Marcelo and Jason, and that's all I really care to stay in touch with, if I had to choose. It's because they show me how much they love and care about me, and it's always mutual. And there is always effort involved. So I will never again feel slighted by friendships that fuse out, even if they were once the most important to me. I love right now. And I raped my history exam. 3.85 gpa. Yes. post comment

ALL OF FLORIDA! [17 Dec 2009|12:15am] floridascene [sundayforstars] Hey dudes, I helped booked and am going on tour this winter with The Strikeouts for a week. They're a skacore band from south Florida. If we're coming to your area please hang out! It'd also be nice if you gave us some feedback on the bands or venues because most of us have never been to any of these places! post comment

Are you kidding me? [14 Dec 2009|08:08pm] crazishayshay I have done nothing but help this kid since he broke my fucking heart. His car breaks down so I fucking drive him everywhere he needs to go and give him my car during the days to go to work. And I am going to have trouble if I have to drive him around tomorrow and he gets pissed at me. Tells me he is mad because " as a friend, I don't want to help him." Well...As a girlfriend I shouldn't even be talking to him. So he can go fuck hisself. post comment

So Sick [13 Dec 2009|12:17am] crazishayshay I am so sick of being hurt. It is starting to feel as though I was put on Earth to be a target. I work very hard to acheive my goals and to fulfill my dreams, and yet it always feels like someone is going to come along and crush them. I put all of my love, energy, and faith into a relationship that I hoped would be lasting. Now, that is falling apart too. Liars and I don't exist well together. It is killing me though, because this person was supposed to be there for me and love me, and he so did not do that at all. I hate myself for once again givingng to me everything that I could, only to be let down and hurt in the end. Worst part about the whole thing is that I let myself be manipulated for months before I could see the light. I should have stuck to my gut and pursued it further, but each time I caved to his bullshit. I gave him the benfit of the doubt and moved on;big mistake on my part since he was lying to me the entire time. How do I even go on from here? post comment

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