The word "bed" looks like a bed

Man, working 40 minutes away is kind of lame. Like, I enjoy the job a whole lot, but getting there and getting back is a pain. I shouldn't really complain, because it's not actually all that bad, but wouldn't it be nice if I didn't have to do it? Yes. I had thought about taking a trip over to Redscroll Records after I got out of work, but then I thought about the trip home, and I decided to bag it. I should be saving my money, anyway. Not to mention I was pretty beat. Yes. It is possible to be beat after four hours of work! Jerks. But I don't even think it was work that had me beat. I was just tired. So it felt nice to get home after driving back to Danbury during rush hour. What didn't feel so nice was my brother asking me if I could bring him somewhere I didn't want to be soon after I sat down. I mean the kid just got his driver's license. Isn't he supposed to want to drive everywhere now? Well I'll tell you one thing. This ride shit is going to be severely cut down. I'm not driving him everywhere now that he's perfectly capable of doing it by himself. But I did oblige him this time. But the thing that he wanted me to go with him to was the lamest thing possible. Every year, at Danbury High, they have a class called Speech Arts. It's some god damn hippie class where they learn to communicate better through dumb games and acting. And every year this class puts on an event at the high school called Movement to Music. Essentially, the class is split up into groups, and they have to choreograph a dance routine for a song, and then perform it during Movement to Music.

So I took my brother to this event, and hung around to watch it with him. It was real fucking lame. Most of these groups were filled with kids who were not very gifted dancers, and didn't really know their own routines. I had to sit through some pretty miserable music, too. I found myself looking at different people in the audience the entire time, because it was a lot more interesting than what was going on up on the stage. But I did make it through it. I really don't like when I end up going back to my old high school. There aren't even any people there now that were attending when I went there. I'm old. I've left high school behind me. But I did somehow survive the evening.

Now I'm going to disclose a little bit of information with you guys. Just know that it is not to leave this blog. When I was in high school, I took this Speech Arts class. And because of that, I performed in Movement to Music. I choreographed a dance, and it was bad. I'm not even going to tell you what the song was, because I'm embarrassed enough. Not that I even need to qualify this, but I didn't even like the song that my group chose even back when we picked it. I just thought it'd be an easy sell. Alright. I'll tell you the song. I write enough embarrassing things in here as it is. My group danced to the song Circles by the band Tip the Van, who are a local ska band that have been around for quite some time now. I was a fan of theirs back when I was really into ska, and firmly believed that I had to enjoy every ska band I came across. But by the time I was in this class, choreographing this dance, I no longer enjoyed this band. But somehow their music ended up being what my group choreographed. Sorry for all the qualifying. It's just a pretty embarrassing situation for me. And we performed that dance in front of a very well-attended auditorium. And I'm sure it was terrible, but everyone loved it. Tip the Van did have a lot of pop appeal come to think of it. Reliving all of that tonight was not something I had hoped to do tonight, but I did. Maybe I'm stronger for it. But I kind of doubt it. Mostly I'm just tired. Reliving my checkered (ugh) past takes a whole lot out of me.

Let's see. What do I have going on tomorrow? Just class, I believe. There's a concert tomorrow that I don't believe I'm going to. I feel like I should just for the novelty of seeing the most fucked up tour ever, but I'm not driving to Hartford, and paying probably twenty bucks to see what amounts to a joke. This ridiculous tour is Less Than Jake, The Casualties, and The Swellers. What the fuck is that? If there was ever three bands I'd never expect to be on tour together, it is Less Than Jake, The Casualties, and The Swellers. Now seeing Less Than Jake again would be a blast. Especially considering some of the setlists from recent shows I've seen. The Casualties are pretty bad, but I feel like seeing Christian's cousin drum is something I need to accomplish in my life. And as for The Swellers, I have loved everything that they've released aside from their newest album, which is pretty very bad. But while that makes it sound like a great idea to go, it's still not worth it. Maybe if it were at a different venue. The Webster has the worst sound in the world. Oh well. No sense in talking about dumb shows I'm not going to. I'm going to hit the ol' mattress pad. See ya when I see ya!