:thursday, january 18th:

5:00pm - walk home from a miserably boring class. stop by "a place to eat," talk to the owner, a dude our age who dropped out of school to do something on his own. end up buying more shit than i want because i feel bad for the guy. we'll have to pack up as soon as i get back to the house.

5:15 - return home. sit and watch fuse music TV while eating my sub and drinking expensive cranberry juice. i can't decide whether the VJ is hot or not. i guess she is, but its still hard to say. decide that if i was drunk she would probably be hot. i should probably start packing up my drums. we really need to leave on time if we're going to get to columbus by 8.

5:30 - shit, i better start packing up if we're going to leave by 6:15

6:00 - stuff is halfway packed up. damnit we better getting moving.

6:07 - rushing to get all of our shit packed up. grab scott's jacket, black shoes, and belt. we're going to be late.

6:25 - we leave oxford for columbus. not bad, 10 minutes late is not bad at all.

7:45 - shit, might not have given enough time to make it by 8. we have to make it by 8. damnit we're always late to all of our shows. why can't we get our shit together and get somewhere on time? better speed. we are pretty much out of gas. i hope we don't run out.

8:00 - 26 miles out of columbus. we're late. DAMNIT. i hope we don't have to rush. better speed even more. we're definitely out of gas. this sufjan stevens album is pretty good. 5/4. i like.

8:25 - arrive at Oldfield's on High. enter the front door of the bar. not a single sole in the club. we're the first ones here. we're not late. a drunk hobo named gary brags to us that he is a millionaire and can play any instrument. he shows us photos of dead people in iraq.

9:03 - skinny arrives decide to walk down high street to get some food. gary follows. gary is pissing us off.

9:40 - at blue danube. chris doesn't like his salad. bob dylan songs are on the jukebox. shit, we better get back to the club. its almost 10.

9:46 - enter club. no one has set anything up yet. order a drink.

10:30 - black coin begins their set. order another drink.

11:30 - black coin is finished. shit, we need to get set up fast. its late. we better get set up fast.

11:50 - drums are set up. wow, i haven't played out in like a month. i wonder if we're going to suck. we'll probably suck tonight. damn, skinny has some hot fans.

12:15 - damn i should've brought water on stage. i'm f-ing thirtsy. this drum riser is tiny.

12:30 - finish set. shit, we better get off of stage pronto. its getting late and its skinny's show.

12:40 - somewhat pack up trailer. order a white russian. i haven't had a white russian in a long time. the dude abides.

12:50 - skinny begins their set. damn, they're good. holy shit their drummer is insanely good. man, i really suck. i need to practice. next week, i'm going to practice everyday.

12:55 - order a jack and coke. am i buzzed? na, i'm not buzzed.

1:00 - meet mike, who moved here after going to princeton and working at a prep school in connecticut. chris and i talk to mike. mike is cool and knows the bartender. mike wants to know if we want another drink. do i want another drink? he knows the bartender.

1:03 - begin another jack and coke.

1:37 - holy SHIT. skinny's drummer is taking a drum solo. he's ridiculous. man i SUCK. i really need to practice. i'm definitely buzzed.

2:00 - skinny ends their set. damn, bars are so ugly when they turn the lights up. skinny is awesome

2:15 - shoot the shit with skinny. begin packing up the rest of our stuff.

2:40 - still hanging out at oldfields.

2:45 - shit, its 2:45

2:50 - leave oldfields. apparently our gas tank is bone dry.

2:54 - enter marathon gas station on north high. buy smore pop tarts and some milk. the dude behind the counter is pretty much the nicest guy ever.

3:02 - get on highway, try to get my new phone to play some music through headphones. not much success. sitting in the way back is comfy. i bet ben isn't as comfortable as i am. ha.

4:40 - holy shit where are we. getting off I-70. damn its late.

4:55 - arrive in oxford. i'm tired as shit. i'm going to wash my face and go to bed. screw showering. damn, it is FREEZING cold. holy shit i haven't been this cold forever.

5:00 - scott realizes we DVR'd the new episode of the office. i'm tired, but obviously i'm going to watch it.

5:30 - damn its late. i'm glad i don't have shit to do tomorrow. enter bed. sleep.