so last night i was up till god knows when packing for my trip, i went over to shaker to clean up the garage a bit and do a bunch of laundry, came home and packed, and i wasn't done till..... 4 am or so. gross! so then we fell out of bed this morning and schleped our way to the airport, and then when i got there i called my mom to meet up "hi mom i'm at the airport" "IT'S TOMORROW NOT TODAY......" "really?" "YES. ARE YOU HIGH?" "um.... no... its a long story.... um... it's all nicole's fault!!" (it's not all her fault. actually its all my fault. but shhhhh keep that to yoself!)
well whatever. so instead we came back home and took a long nap, then i made breaky and then we napped some more. eventually we decided we should go see a movie, and chris stocking is in town, so we went with him to see role models, which was actually pretty funny.
came home and watched freaks and geeks, ate pizza from big guys and made cookies, and smoked hookah and drank DP and lemonlime. i felt cracked out after about 3 cookies. i'm still kinda jumpy. drinking water and my feet are all jumpy. whatever. but then my mom called... our flight got cancelled.... we aren't leaving till saturday..... so now i have all day friday to??? fuck if i know. i might go scare up a guitar case and some christmas presents. i was plannin on buying stuff in italy, really. but whatev, maybe i'll go to unique and value world, see what kind of treasures i can find....
i'm really bummed my brother can't come. he failed a drug test. and he's been on edge lately. i really miss the fuck out of him. its gotten to the point where i don't care if hes mean and nasty and a jerk, i just want him to not be crazy anymore. i can't stand being around him, all doped up for his own safety, but he's like an empty shell. its hard to talk about, blog. i'm gonna see a therapist to help, cause it is really really difficult to deal with. my way of dealing with it is pretty much not thinking about it, but when i do think about it it makes me super super super super sad.
what else? taco tuesday. lincoln park pub is the place to be on tuesday nights. tacos are 1.25, they are pretty awesome, lots of tremonsters come out, its our tuesday night thing. i saw tina and mike, her fiance, again. it's good to see her, she's one of those people that you hung out with for a long time, then drifted apart, then you reconnect with. i had a huge crush on her for a long time. never happened. i got over it. now we're both doing our own thing. tis cool. saw teh weavers and jill spill and matt st cyr and some other people that are part of that crowd but i don't know very well.
last night i went to dinner with beth and jim gehring and their son alex, who i used to be in a band with. they are really awesome people. in fact beth is my life coach, and without her i would not have been able to clean up my act. 4 sure. so alex is in town for a little bit and i never see them, so we went out to southside. it was great. i love them. alex is so full of himself, and such a 21 year old. he just went to south america, so i asked him about that, and what was he doing down there? "i was learning about myself" yeah. ok. that sounds like what i was saying after i came back from india. "i was on a self discovery mission" that's cool. nonetheless pretty self centered. but whatever i love alex he's a great guy. and shit when i was 21 i was pretty full of myself. and pot. lots of pot. dudeeeeee. i love alex, but it made me appreciate nicole a bit more. she's really well grounded for being 21. well almost 22.
the other day i went to shaker to do laundry and take some pics of my magnum project, and when i went to open the gas tank, i could barely get it open. then when i opened it.....
barfatronic!!! rust covering rust!! vomitous bile!!
so now i have something else to fixx... a rusty ass tank. the good news is that the magnum tank is really easy to take off the frame. hell the whole bike is easy to disassemble. puchs are the shit, yo. puchs and sachs are just super well put together and easy to work on. motobecanes are a bit trickier, but still i am getting the hang of them. one thing is for sure, fucking vespas suck. i am taking apart a kinetic to part it out, and it is impossible to take apart without yelling and screaming and banging shit around. oh well. here is my magnum project.
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