suvroc

I'm feeling very frustrated. I thought I had four more classes left to take to finally finish up my degree and it turns out that my previous adviser was not going through things with a particularly fine-toothed comb. After meeting with the new dude today, I found out that I in fact have around eight classes. This is so not what I wanted to hear.

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Otherwise, life is pretty rad, surprisingly enough. Still haven't moved. Been talking to folks about maybe starting a new house. Still don't have a lot of things working in my life like I want them too. Still feeling like I'm a lazy slob who can't do anything particularly well. But at the same time, stuff at the station has been good, I'm making pretty decent money, and I just reconnected with an ex-lover who I didn't talk to for the better part of the year cause of some bad communication and at least a couple bad intentions. So now we're trying to have good communication and good intentions. I like this.

Tonight is Mark Lanegan and Isobel Campbell at Johnny Brenda's. Last night was Jason Webley and some other bands over at The Fire. I was up by the stage and when he asked for requests (he was playing 80s songs), I yelled out "Infernal Noise Brigade" and later "¡Tchkung!" He also drank some of whatever was in my water bottle. He made a bit of a face. At the end of the night I went up to him and said, a big smile on my face, "So you drink out of my bottle, I give you a strobe light*, and yet you still don't play my Tchkung request? What the hell!" He gave me a slightly exasperated 'who the fuck are you and how do you know about such things' look and replied, "You requested Tchkung?! I don't know how to play any fucking Tchkung!" I think we were both quite amused.

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* He was playing a song off of some new project he has called Big Little Dipper Dipper and apparently it was supposed to sound like bad 90s techno, which is quite hard to pull off on the accordion. I pulled out my bike light and gave him some appropriate lighting.