Titilating

Not much new going on lately. Apartment search is going nowhere and I'm needed a lot more in Burlington for freedom to marry. Its typical. If anything can be conveniant, it probably won't happen. Dr. Paul picked his closer friend over me. Thats actually not surprising. I'm just sick of the competition. I want someone to say "you're in," without hesitation. Well apparently I'm checking a place out on S. William's St. The dude looking for a roommate is also named Matt. I feel like that happens all to often. Too many people steal my fucking name. Poseurs.

So the band played this past friday with Troy on guitar. He was great. Really precise. I couldn't have asked for more. I couldn't believe we played that tight either. We hardly practice. Now that I think of it, we've all been playing in bands for at least five years or more (Troy more than ten), so its easy to jump in and pick up a simple chord progression and redundant melody (playing fast is fun...I don't care what you elitist metal heads say). The show was cool. Got the new Suburban Showdown 7". They played without their lead guitarist and I was still blown away.

Got really drunk on saturday at my graduation party in the backyard. Yeah, right in front of a few relatives and my sister's boyfriend's parents. Oh well. Thats what you get when your Dad buys two 12 packs of Long Trail and noboedy else is drinking them. I also got some money, but its already gone now. Fossil fuels and hardcore suck you dry.

Speaking of hardcore, I went to 242 main on Sunday and saw a fucking incredible set of bands: Braindead, Unrestrained, Wake Up Call and Ruiner. I went fucking crazy. All really fast and angry hardcore. I couldn't stop running around and jumping on everyone. It was exactly what I needed after that long work week. Ryan, the singer of Unrestrained really through himself into the music. Actually he literally threw himself off the stage a few times and at one point was hanging from the raftors with the mic tied around his neck. Before they played, I saw him wearing a Vermont Freedom To Marry t-shirt. I talked to him and apparently he was at the Warren 4th of July parade last year and apparently he's also the nephew of Andra Kisler, who just put on a house party for house. Vermont seems to get smaller and smaller the more people I meet. The first band at the show, Braindead, was not usually something I would listen to, being that they were so heavy, but they had a lot of atmospherical ambience and landscape like sounds that accompanied their brand of heavy hardcore that I found extremely innovative. Their singer was wicked nice too and he even offered me some vegan chili. I bought their CD instead.

There were so many hot girls at the show. I wish I had the guts to approach any of them and strike up a conversation. Then again, I was sweating like a pig and shouting at the top of my lungs half the time. They may not have appreciated that. But damn, it really got me when one really attractive girl came in when it started to pour like crazy outside. I wish she wasn't so wet and scantly-clad. It makes life difficult.

Wow. Tired. Night.