ye olde crapfest

have you seen evita? i didn't think so. but that's not important. now, this may qualify me for instant dorkdom, but i like it. i've had a couple of songs in my head this morning, namely "and the money kept rollin' in" and "another suitcase in another hall," though i'm not sure that those are the actual song titles. it's becoming a little annoying, so i'm about to queue up a most-bitchin' soundtrack for my day, incorporating songs from nine different cds full of random mp3s. it should be very interesting, and will hopefully get that "rollin rollin rollin/ rollin rollin rollin/ rollin rollin rollin / rollin rollin rollin" line pushed back into the depths of the mental archives.

the black keys kicked so much ass. i'm really glad i overcame my old lady objections and went out. the recent financial strain has made it hard for me to go to shows lately, and i've really missed it. there's something about standing right next to a huge pulsating speaker and staring intently at a drummer's hands or admiring the intensity with which a bassist grinds his teeth while playing, or watching a guy flail his guitar around like some kind of possessed monkey that really makes me happy.

fortunately, this musical drought is almost over. you see, in about three weeks, the money really will be rollin' in. the first thing to go back into the budget is fun. i can't wait.

hey! i almost forgot! happy st. patty's day. i think i'm gonna be smashed by ten tonight. provided that i don't play tony hawk all night. we got a ps2 yesterday, it's already looking like it's gonna be our downfall. that's alright, i suppose it's better than being slobbering junkies.