Hello it is currently 7:34 AM, I am eating a breakfast burrito and drinking coffee while writing this. I'm also watching Oxygen: True Crime out of the corner of my eye. It is Sunday and I am planning on going to Church at 10 AM. Last Sunday I went to church, and it was fine. I mean I always see my grandma which is one of the greatest feelings there is so that was amazing but the church service was pretty alright. We finished the 2nd Samuel and I believe we are starting Chronicles today. Sunday, I took a little nap. I headed onto band practice and I remember how J did me wrong and I was aggravated. We had practice as best we could with these new songs and then we all went home - it was good to see all of Blue Shell. This is one of those weeks where the people around me are going through stressful events and it can puts into perspective my emo bullsh-t. I do entirely know what I mean by that, but it sounds fitting.
On Monday I saw K, it was very sweet and I got her Taco Bell. I stayed at her house until about 7 PM and then headed home since there was a wind advisory or a winter advisory or maybe both.
On Tuesday I had my inspection sticker appointment for my Honda HRV, I had a minor panic attack looking my registration and insurance because my car is messy. I found them relatively easier (within 5 minutes) but the panic persisted so once I dropped those off to the Honda Mechanic guy, I started at Instagram reels for an hour.
Wednesday was New Years Eve, I worked until about noon and then I left. I wanted to start the New Year with a good nap. When I got home, it took a while however I did take a decent nap. I woke up and I proceeded to play Minecraft, I finished my rewatching of S1 of True Detective, I drank a few drinks and I went to bed at about 10 PM. I woke up at 12:22 AM into the new year.
Thursday was New Years Day, I had decided to work. There was some little things I could do around the office that I needed to get too, but also I would like the Holiday Pay. I was the only one in my building and it was quite peaceful. At lunch, I went to Books A Million (only because I had a giftcard), and I purchased a copy of Devil's Knot by Mara Leveritt which is about the West Memphis Three case. I also saw copies of Killer Clown and The Ultimate Evil, which I didn't look at because I'm sure they were god awfully overpriced and the covers were probably ungodly bland and/or annoying. I looked at the philosophy section just to see if anything would interest me and there was a few; there was a collection of philosophy essays that went from like Plato to Nietzche that I thought was pretty cool but it was like 40 dollars. There was also Kant's a Critque of Pure Reason - which I'm not at the point in my life to understand nor do I have the will too. There was a copy of Jean Paul Sarte's Being and Nothingness which is probably more my speed and I hope to come around to it one day. I also got a copy of The Prophet for K, it seems like a little book of wisdom that she would like to keep around. With my gift card everything was only 12 dollars. I went to Walmart to pick up K some real pretty flowers and this older lady double bagged them for me, which was sweet. I came back to work, and I worked a little bit and then I finished my book - Slenderman by Kathleen Hale. That whole story is real sad. As someone says in the book, "it's a sad story filled with a lot of sad stories in between." The ending tore me up, it's really well written. Those girls (all of them) would've been in the class above me in middle school, which adds a layer of sadness - especially when Kathleen Hale discusses the Covid Era Graduation that the victim had during her graduation. I never had a graduation, however in 2022 I attended my at-the-time girlfriend's graduation and it was one of those Covid graduations. I remember my ex's late father in his button up shirt, they ended up cancelling the graduation due to the weather and we all just went to Olive Garden.
By this time, I clocked out and picked K up. We went to Cheddar's and it was really swell. She's a sweetheart, she really is. We watched some videos of Daniel Larson doing UCLA courses (lmao). Then we watched some Druski and then Adventure Time. It was rather wholesome and I left at about 7:30 PM. My mom was watching My So-Called Life and finishing the last couple white claws. I had a black cherry one, and it was rather flat. My mom and I are planning on doing a sober January, however we did need to finish those claws.
On Friday, I worked the whole day through. This is rare for me, as I get ungodly tired and end up needing to leave on most Fridays. My buddy Erika had invited me to a dinner with her and some friends and her husband. I was very excited to come to this dinner, so I stayed at work. Their house is a nice beautiful house out in the woods. They welcomed me with hugs and it was really beautiful. They cooked and seared steaks, Erika made Tahdig, and I ate a lot of cheese. Over time other people showed up and I tried my best to be social although I fell flat at times but I did pretty well. Tyler is Dave's buddy and the leader singer of the Heavy Set Paw Paws, I ended up talking to Tyler quite a bit and him and Erika are very good hosts. I misunderstood one of Tyler's joke and I thought one of their friends (Marissa) was a genuine professor. She is a zipline instructor, which I guess is kind of a professor - but this misunderstanding was pretty funny. We eventually ate dinner and I had to leave soon after. I had a very swell time, and I hope to see them again soon. I'm very thankful to have friends like that.
When I left, I ended up taking an awful backroad filled with potholes and the fog was awful, this was my fault as I could've very easily just taken the main road. Unforunately, I am not as smart as I think I am.
Yesterday was fine, honestly I had a good time. I woke up at about 8 AM and then I practiced bass and played Minecraft until it was time to leave. We had a show yesterday, and I got ready for it. I picked up Ronnie at about 1:30 PM. I've become very skilled at packing up the amps (meaning I know where the amps go), and we left at around 2:16 PM. We played in Bluefield, WV at a saloon and it was fine. The first act was this guy who we will call JR.
JR is a swell guy, however he has a track record for playing way too long and talking in between every song. He actually played a reasonable 30 minute set. However, he did blow out a speaker (the speaker was going to die anyway), and his acoustic guitar kept feedbacking awfully bad. As a Piezo pickup enjoyer, I instantly knew the cause of that feedback. I told JR later that he should get a soundhole cover - because they are essential for acoustic rigs - especially with a Piezo pickup. The second band was Mothman Therapy Club, they were pretty good. I really liked the guy who screamed. I didn't see them much as I ordered Pizza Tacos, these Pizza Tacos did not arrive until after our set which was sort of a bummer.
We closed last night, it went very well. There was a stripper pole in the middle of the stage, which I slid down a couple times during the rests in our songs. Someone threw money at me at one point during our set. I made 6 dollars. Everyone sung a long to our cover of A Thousand Miles. I did not throw up on stage.
After our set, I finally got my Pizza Tacos. They were very good. My buddy Ronnie had had more than a few drinks, and was feeling very woozy. We stayed till around 11 PM until this guy who we will call FATSO walked in. FATSO is a bastard who groped me at a show and then tried to played it off as a joke and then tried to gaslight me when I yelled at him. This story is from March of 2024 and caused a great deal of pain, and I do not wish to go into it. When he came in, I really wanted to tell him off but I didn't. I'm sure he was nervous as can be already, especially with our 6 ft drummer who is an ex-mma fighter and FATSO is a fatso. I cannot say I forgive him because I don't. After the incident in March 2024, he moved to Ohio and now I think he is in Bluefield. After the March 2024 incident, FATSO got into a pretty gnarly motorcycle accident - I do not say I wished this upon him or I'm glad it happened, however I can only see it as some form of divine judgement of what he did to me. I could not then and cannot now let that anger in, it would ultimately eat me alive. We left soon after.
On the car ride home, I believe Ronnie fell asleep. Ronnie was very drunk. I listened to a beautiful laid out set of songs: Aurora Borealis by Lemon Demon, Coffee's For Closers by Fall Out Boy, Kentucky Castle by Jank, and I Felt My Size by The Microphones. These songs are what I needed to hear to feel better about the whole FATSO thing.
Upon passing the Ghent exit, the song Camisado by Panic! At The Disco starting playing - the keys set Ronnie off and I heard a very human throat noise - I quickly went to roll the window down. Ronnie puked her guts out on the outside of my car (this is a lot better than inside my car). She also lost her glasses because she was trying so hard to get outside and not throw up in my car. I think she wanted me to stop on the interstate however we wouldn't have been able to find them no matter what we did. I sped to the practice space and Ronnie felt bad. Honestly, I thought it was pretty funny and probably need that event to help me feel better about the FATSO thing. Ronnie's been through a lot this week - a lot more than I have been through in the past month, and I really do think she needed yesterday. We eventually laughed about it and she cashapped me 20 dollars. I would put up the amps and we would head our separate ways.
From here I listened to my 2nd favorite creepypasta: "My Dog was Lost for Three Days" by Chewingskin, narrated by MrCreepyPasta. It is the creepiest story I've ever heard, I've linked the narration here. I looked for a pressure washing place, however most car washes are not open at midnight. I eventually found one and did a pretty good job cleaning my car off. I went to sheetz to buy some air freshners as well; there is no vomitus inside my car - there was some on the inside of the doorframe itself however I was able to get this off. I was a housekeeper for a hospital for 2 years, so puke is not something I worry about. I got home at about 1 AM and check the mail. I finally got my copy of Killer Clown and Eye of the Chickenhawk, which I am very very excited to read. I took a shower, and soon I went to sleep.
It is now 9:06 AM, I am planning to leave at 9:30 to get my car wash before going to church. I really just needed an excuse to get a carwash, I really like that nice little bit of nostalgia. After church, hopefully I will get some Subway and then take a pretty good nap. Blue Shell is going to work on recording some tunes, which I am excited for. Other than that, I hope to read a little bit tonight. I'm also unsure if I start my semester tomorrow, however, I'm sure I will let you all know next week. Happy New Year!!