Whatevs

i have no real direction for this blog, other than i am just bored and felt like writing. Tomorrow i get to work a half day then go to a work Christmas party. I work with some fucking characters, let me tell you. The only thing that really makes me want to go to the party is that it is a free 5 course meal and open bar. I will get shit faced on my bosses dime. I will probably only be working at this job for another 2 and 1/2 months and then i will quit and go on tour. I am trying to decide if it would be best to do the foundry tour followed by a bald eagle tour. That would put me on the road for at least 3 months straight. While that sounds fun, i am not sure i have the money to make it happen. I would also like to finish writing the new Bald Eagle record before we do a big tour on it. It looks like everything is set for 2 dates with Cursive in January (with the possibility for more). Right now music is the only thing keeping me focused, i am so sick of people and the thought of trying to have a relationship with anyone in Columbia makes me want to fucking puke. Welcome to a town full of 23 year old hipster bitches who have fucked every hipster douche bag in town, and are terrified to talk to you because you have a beard and play in bands. Fuck it i don't want to talk to you anyhow.

I am seriously thinking of doing this new years challenge, which would basically be a sober off. If you drink you loose, last man standing (whoever can go the longest without drinking wins). $100 buy in. I would even be down for including soda in this. I think i could kill at this, the only thing that sucks is the mass amount of free beer you get offered on tour, but i say bring it on.

The other day at Taco Bell, some dude in blue sweatpants was talking about how awesome the new Punisher movie is, he said "it is better than that last Batman movie". He was awesome. I also have been told Merry Christmas for the last month and half by this old lady that works at Taco Bell, she also likes to hand out cinnamon flavored peppermints. One day she was talking to, two other old ladies and said "that baby is coming, the water broke and they are scrapping the membrane" not exactly what i want to hear before i eat Taco Bell. Did you know they found a foot inside a brain tumor of a 3 week old baby. GROSS!.

I found out more people actually read this pile of barf than i thought, so maybe i should write something interesting in it.

So here something fun for you. Last Friday i got so drunk i puked 3 times off a porch in east campus. Then me and my friends, all of which were equally drunk decided to drive home and pick up some random dude that was walking. It was about 15 degrees out and he had no coat on. He too was drunk and was trying to find his way home. He had no idea where he was, so we took him home. Let just say he was a good 15 miles from where he needed to be and was headed in the wrong direction. He gladly gave the driver $10. The next night i went to a scarf party in St. Louis (not that is not some weird party where dudes shit on each other). Basically everyone wears a shitty scarf. The party sucked, so me and the Schuh went to our friend Ryan's apartment and watched crappy movies and crashed. I used my coat as a pillow and had blanket that covered only half of my body. The next morning we watched The Ginger Sead Man, starring Gary Busey. It was a little over and hour long and basically Gary Busey dies and comes back to life as a gingerbread man and kills people, you get the idea. What a weekend. Ugh.