...I love my drummer and all the things he plays. I wrote it in half-time just to say thanks...
September 29, 2002 | 10:10 a.m.
How indie are you? test by ridethefader
You're really enthusiastic about the music that you like. You attempt to discover your new favourite band every week. You continually try to get your friends into the music you like, which annoys the fuck out of them, but you don't know it. At least you're not arrogant about it.
Yayyyy for me being a mix taper.
Now I have to tell my side of the almost killing the emo boy story. We're in line at Wendy's to buy cheeseburgers and Frostys and we see this boy at the cash buying food. Black rimmed glasses, died black hair, pale skin, corduroy jacket with a button up shirt underneath it and faded jeans. I didn't see his shoes but I bet they were Chuck Taylors. And he was just a little bit chubby. So I see him and I'm like "that boy is SO emo. I love it." But then he leaves so we just eat our food and then go to CD Exchange.
Not only is chubby emo boy there but there was another boy behind the counter who was dressed equally nice. He was wearing a "blazer" (as Kris said) with safety pins at the arm holes, a really small striped shirt, skinny jeans, and he actually was wearing Chuck Taylors. So I go to buy my Thursday and Jets to Brazil cds from him and he asks me if I want to buy the older JTB cd and I said no but I should have bought it because I really really like them.
Let's take a moment to discuss the infamous CD Exchange Dave Matthews poster. It's about as tall as a normal sized person and 3 feet wide. And it's been hanging on their wall ever since we first went into the store. Kris has wanted it for three months and they've never had one except for on the wall. She has asked, and I know because I was with her every time, about eight different employees and they have tried calling different stores and said they would order it in etc. etc. But they all said the same thing. "You can't have the one off the wall." So this made Kris really sad.
She tells her story to the two emo boys and they feel all bad and are like "well, I guess you can have the one off the wall if you want it." She did. So skinny emo boy goes and gets the ladder and is all running and excited. The ladder's at least ten feet tall and one would assume that you could not bring it through the doorway vertically. That is except for skinny emo boy. The ladder gets jammed against the floor and the doorway and he's stuck inside the little room because the ladder's blocking the way. So we try not to laugh at him and he's yealling, "ahhh, I'm stuck. What's up with that?" and chubby emo boy had to help him. Then after they sorted that out, skinny emo boy takes off his blazer and climbs up on the ladder. Now, this is a store we're in, hence very high ceilings. The poor thing is at the very top of the ladder with his small shirt revealing almost all of his stomach and the ladder is swaying and it looks like he's about to fall. Thankfully he did not. And as he gets off Kris hears him say "Did you see me almost fall off of the ladder? It was all swaying..."
Skinny emo boy rings us up and chubby emo boy rolls up the Dave poster complete eith three elastic bands. When we get home there's a greasy smudge on it because chubby emo boy was eating Wendy's before he rolled it up. It was just all too funny. We now love those two emo boys and took note that they work on Saturday so we could go see them again.
And you would think that that would be enough excitement for one day but oh no. We're driving home from CD Exchange and are all happy and listening to Jets to Brazil when I see this crazy man out of the corner of my eye pointing frantically at Sam's car. So I do shifty eyes and pretend I don't see him. He does it more and then more so I'm like "ahhhh, are we on fire!!??!" We pulled over and our tire was flat or had very little air. That's just great considering we're three girls that don't even know how to pump gas. We make our way to the air pump (which charges 25 cents for air!) We go into the gas place.
Kris: "our tire needs air, could you help us?"
Guy: "whaaa?"
Kris: "we need air in our tire and NEED HELP"
Guy: "you put the QUARTER in and stick the HOSE in the TIRE." (oh and by the way you are dumb little girls)
Me: "great thanks"
So we figured if we stood by the car for awhile and looked helpless that someone would have to come and help us. No. No one did. So I have to ask some random guy to help us and he's all cowboy looking with a plaid shirt and sunglasses and a black pick-up. He gets out his tire pressure tester thing and puts air in the flat one and the other front tire so we can get "our quarters worth." We thank him and are on our way. Sam swears off driving for the rest of her life and we continue listening to Jets to Brazil.
And for the people who don't know, our motto is 'it's always an adventure.'
Oh and Sam and I bought Dashboard tickets. We were very very happy. I got number 2964, Sam got number 2965 (or something around there because I forgot my ticket in Sam's purse) and I think the Metropolis sells out at 3000.
Everyone go visit Zouyan. He saw the Plain White T's last night and talked to Tom. He said that he knew a Canadian girl (me) that was mad because they never came back to Canada when they said they would. Tom said that they'll hopefully be back in a month. That's what they said last time!! He better not be lying again.
...pulled along :: pulled apart...
