well, i got my glasses and they are very neat-o. if i don't already have a picture of them up on my moblog to the right there, i will soon. very art hipster, but still gggrrrrrr! punk enough for me. i'm confident in my hipsterlessness.
school is going great, beginning my paper here soon. and the class is not boring. though, i do most of the talking in the class... huh, who'da thought.
work at both jobs is going well, got a little raise at the cafe, and the club has got some good shows lined up. speaking of the club, i have to tell you all, i met one of my musical heroes on friday night. and the really creepy thing is... amber met him a week before that. mike patton was walking through the oakland airport, which is odd right there since he lives in SF. blue being the giant girl dork equivilant to myself, was listening to peeping tom, his newest band on her headphones. call it fate, call it kismet, call fanaticism, she ran through probably four people to get to him and let him know she was listening to him AT THAT VERY MOMENT! awesome. fast forward a week, i am doing my job keeping the sheep in the corral, the sheep being the rich white suburban kids whose parents never told them "no", and keeping an eye on the ever growing group of people climbing onto the stage. normally we don't allow that, but the dj was dragging up all the "cute" girls, i.e. the drunk sluts, and thier boyfriends were following along. (baa, baa...) well, i made my way back to the stage door to help clear some of the "refuse" away, and as i'm standing there, the man himself walks up. i take my chance, being very cool, and not at all letting on that i am pissing myself at that very moment, and say "hey mike. my girlfriend saw you at the oakland airport." which got a confused look as a reply. i mentioned she ran through a group of people and said she was listening to him then, and he remembered, very nicely i might add, the event. we carried on some small talk for a few minutes and then i mentioned that dan the automator was on stage hanging out with the dj, and led him up. guh.
the best part of the night may have been when one of our sheep decided to slap the dj from the dance floor right in front of me, to which i calmly headlocked the dipshit and carried him out. as i was moving away from the stage i glanced back, hoping said dipshit wouldn't have any friends to accost me, when i noticed mike patton leaning over, watching me drag dumy off. heh.
good times.
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