mood: passionatemusic: 'boys don't cry' by the cure

so things are all looking good for my trip to new york. i'm leaving tomorrow on an early flight, so i have to wake up at 4:30. as i was finishing packing, i got a call from andres, who asked me to come practice for an hour or two. i finished and grabbed my notebook, for my new song was written in it.

as i opened the front door, i saw a silver car stopped next to my parked car, and a person got in and off they went. i figured someone was getting picked up from next door. i got to my car and the driver's side window was shattered, and all of the things in my car were disheveled and strewn about. luckily, i had just taken my cds out and packed them. all they got was the faceplate of my car stereo, which is pretty much useless without the stereo itself.

it pisses me off how little this situation makes sense. my car is a p.o.s. a piece of shit. first off, there are literally dozens of cars on my street that are not p.o.s.'s, tens of thousands of dollars more expensive, with even nicer stereos and real cds, not copies. the silver car i spotted looked like a honda civic, and it was probably an early 2000's model, which in and of itself is more than a decade younger than my car. they didn't take the change in the ashtray either. i'm so pissed at these people. i want them to suffer at my hands.

then i went to practice with the rest of the vagues and vented my bloodlust through my hands, but in a more legal fashion. we played the best set we've played in a long time. 'kristy evans' is now the epic 'andres & kristy' since i wrote a new addendum to the old chord progression. it is in no way a love song, for some reason. also, it is probably hovering around an semi-annoying 10-12 minutes. i could even make room for a slide guitar on my part if i wanted, but i suck at slide guitar, so that probably won't be realized.

---Goei---