Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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So, i’m all hooked up on my PC away from home here at work … my email is even routed through the dreaded Outlook. Yuck. But, anyway, my job here in Admissions rocks; there’s plenty to do, but there’s always a chance to sit down and check your email as you shuttle between one task and another. Having only ever really worked at the coffee shop, and also for Orientation, i’ve never really been aquainted with the concept of a job where there’s a bit of downtime here and there. It’s cool. Catch ya later.

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While hanging out (again) with Kathe today she was working on a website for our Campus Activities Board and had forgotten to bring cds to the office with her. Of course, I came to the rescue fresh out of an incredibly dull mixing session in the recording studio, and proceeded to play the following for well over two hours: Lost Out, Punk, Deadweight, Inadequacy Song, Five Minutes, Touch, Afterglow, Falling Down, Hold On Me, Will It Ever Come?, All That’s True, A Long Time Since, Splinter, Under My Skin, Other Plans, Gravel, Both Hands, Tear In Your Hand, Never Say Goodbye, No Second Chance, World In My Hand, Typical, More Than That, Resolve, Relief, Revirginized Honey, Nothing To Say, Hide Your Eyes, Give, Burn, Make Sense, & Bridge. Yeah, that’s a lot of songs, and one or two were even omitted for time’s sake, if you could imagine. If it had been a real concert, intermission would have started after “Never Say Goodbye,” and the encore began the very rare (not played once in all of 2000) “Hide Your Eyes.” Lyrics to everything except the three covers can be grabbed from AMkitchen‘s lyric page. So… i’m all guitar-ed out for the day; my fingers are all frayed and dented and my voice is in nearly the same condition, although that tends to yield more fun results than numbed-out fingertips. Bed-time quickly approached.

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Last night rocked. I got sidetracked from coming home when i ran into my Battle of the Bands cohort Kathe, and instead of just grabbing a bite to eat we went out to dinner, and then back to her place to listen to music for hours. We listening to some of her cds, we listened to the three-song mixdown of my demo, and then we listened to tracks from 20 of my recent favourite cds, 10 of which she really liked. I love my success ratio! Afterwards we got drunk and sang along really well to Tori, and then we watched Chasing Amy. I had forgotten how incredibly fucking miserable the movie makes me, and you’ll all have to make sure i never watch it again. Yeah. No rewards for the viewer. Well… except for when Ben Affleck lays one on Jason Lee. That was rewarding…

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(if you were wondering, i’m back in the studio to experiment a little before i clean up tomorrow, and i’ve got to wait 20 more minutes for my stupid ADAT tapes to get done formatting. I swear… if i ever do this again, i’m gonna buy a fucking gross of pre-formatted ADAT tapes. And there’s gonna have to be a fridge in here, because i’m always starving. Argh. 15 more minutes…)

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I’ve been sleeping horribly lately … i’m always in bed by 1:30 at the latest, but i just can’t get good sleep past eight or nine in the morning. This won’t continue to be a problem, since i’ve got to be at work at 8:45 on Monday, but it’s bothering me anyway. Is it just that i’ve become so regular in my sleep cycle that i only really need seven or eight solid hours a night, and anything beyond that is extraneous, even if i’m convince i’d like to have it? I dunno… i’m just so used to using up every spare sliver of sleeping time i can lay my hands (and the rest of me) on that i’m fascinated by not needing it. Maybe this means we’ll be seeing some more morning blogs from me as my job in the Admissions Office progresses…

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