Warning: Mass Complaining Immediately Following This Announcement
Weep. Weep with me. For it is Black Tuesday. Terrible Tuesday. Everything Wonderful Is Happening Without Me Tuesday.
Just what makes this day so dark for our dearest Angela?, you may be wondering. If not, well.... get out of my blog. You're mean. Anyway, today is The Plain White Ts album release date. My friend DAN and his band THE FOLD is opening for their release par-tay in Chicago tonight. Isn't that a wonderful, happy, fantastic, throw-a-party-and......-party kind of thing?, you ask? It should be. It very well should be. But, ALAS!, I'm not going to be there. Why not? Because Crystal is at Liberty and I can't drive. Chicago is six hours away, my friend, and not an easy place to convince your mum to run you over to. Dan! And Tom! All together! And Tim Poo with his mullet (Yes, it is a mullet. I don't care if you're offended, that's a mullet.). Chicago. Tonight. Dan and Tom all together when we originally didn't even know they knew each other existed! The fact that I'm not going to be there doesn't suck. It's beyond sucking. It's so bad it's like, potatoing. I don't even know what that means, that's how bad it is.
Well, at least I can pick up the album, right? And I can listen to that, and it will make me feel much better about everything. Right? NO! I can't get the album!
1)There is no where that has it in stores today. No where that will ever have the PWTs in store. They're on Fearless Records and no one has ever heard of them unless I told them.
2)Even if it was, I have no one to go out and search for it with, because Crystal is in Virginia (also unable to get to it), and Bethany, the only other person who understands our love of the Ts (heehee), had to work till 10 tonight. No one shall be open then. Except, WalMart.
And if I ever found a PWTs cd in a WalMart, I would start loudly singing "Attention, Attention! May I have all your eyes and ears" right in the middle of the store, no joke. I know, that's the wrong band.
But see, if I was going to the release party it wouldn't matter, because I would be there, and could of course pick up the cd there, and Dan would be there, and if all else failed at least Tom would give me a hug and it would all be okay.
But, speaking of The Academy Is... oh, The Academy Is, the fantastic Academy Is fantastically playing in Cleveland tonight! Tonight! Guess who's not there? ME! I want to cry. I'm listening to Attention and can't believe he is in my state at. the. moment. and I won't be there. Can't be there. Julian's freaking in Cleveland right now! Loud procession to the Wailing Wall. And I can't go! Oh. This is awful. I try to comfort myself with the fact that the show is $17.50 and they're opening-opening.... But it doesn't help. Oh!, what I would give to be kissing Cleveland right now! It's all Liberty's fault. Julian even told us about the show (like we didn't already know, heh) back at the Agora and said we should definitely come. If Crystal weren't at Liberty, we would be grilling my classmate Adam with questions right now. And those moves, those moves, those beautiful moves! His little hand! His hair! His worn-out jeans! Bare feet! Oh! I'm crushed.
To rub my loss of any type of luck in, we get a postcard from Aunt Pam today. "Aloha From Hawai'i!" Today she was at Pearl Harbor. Tomorrow she's boogey-boarding and snorkeling. While I'm stuck in the house by myself doing nothing and surrounded by piles of.... Snow. Hawaii! I'm cold.
I think I will go stand outside and breathe just so me and Julian and 17-year-old ADD Adam and The Smoking Willie Guy and the Butcher Bishop and...... The Hat Guy (I wasn't going to forget him, I swear) can all at least be breathing Ohio air together. Then maybe I'll just....... sit down in the snow and....... cry.
Just what makes this day so dark for our dearest Angela?, you may be wondering. If not, well.... get out of my blog. You're mean. Anyway, today is The Plain White Ts album release date. My friend DAN and his band THE FOLD is opening for their release par-tay in Chicago tonight. Isn't that a wonderful, happy, fantastic, throw-a-party-and......-party kind of thing?, you ask? It should be. It very well should be. But, ALAS!, I'm not going to be there. Why not? Because Crystal is at Liberty and I can't drive. Chicago is six hours away, my friend, and not an easy place to convince your mum to run you over to. Dan! And Tom! All together! And Tim Poo with his mullet (Yes, it is a mullet. I don't care if you're offended, that's a mullet.). Chicago. Tonight. Dan and Tom all together when we originally didn't even know they knew each other existed! The fact that I'm not going to be there doesn't suck. It's beyond sucking. It's so bad it's like, potatoing. I don't even know what that means, that's how bad it is.
Well, at least I can pick up the album, right? And I can listen to that, and it will make me feel much better about everything. Right? NO! I can't get the album!
1)There is no where that has it in stores today. No where that will ever have the PWTs in store. They're on Fearless Records and no one has ever heard of them unless I told them.
2)Even if it was, I have no one to go out and search for it with, because Crystal is in Virginia (also unable to get to it), and Bethany, the only other person who understands our love of the Ts (heehee), had to work till 10 tonight. No one shall be open then. Except, WalMart.
And if I ever found a PWTs cd in a WalMart, I would start loudly singing "Attention, Attention! May I have all your eyes and ears" right in the middle of the store, no joke. I know, that's the wrong band.
But see, if I was going to the release party it wouldn't matter, because I would be there, and could of course pick up the cd there, and Dan would be there, and if all else failed at least Tom would give me a hug and it would all be okay.
But, speaking of The Academy Is... oh, The Academy Is, the fantastic Academy Is fantastically playing in Cleveland tonight! Tonight! Guess who's not there? ME! I want to cry. I'm listening to Attention and can't believe he is in my state at. the. moment. and I won't be there. Can't be there. Julian's freaking in Cleveland right now! Loud procession to the Wailing Wall. And I can't go! Oh. This is awful. I try to comfort myself with the fact that the show is $17.50 and they're opening-opening.... But it doesn't help. Oh!, what I would give to be kissing Cleveland right now! It's all Liberty's fault. Julian even told us about the show (like we didn't already know, heh) back at the Agora and said we should definitely come. If Crystal weren't at Liberty, we would be grilling my classmate Adam with questions right now. And those moves, those moves, those beautiful moves! His little hand! His hair! His worn-out jeans! Bare feet! Oh! I'm crushed.
To rub my loss of any type of luck in, we get a postcard from Aunt Pam today. "Aloha From Hawai'i!" Today she was at Pearl Harbor. Tomorrow she's boogey-boarding and snorkeling. While I'm stuck in the house by myself doing nothing and surrounded by piles of.... Snow. Hawaii! I'm cold.
I think I will go stand outside and breathe just so me and Julian and 17-year-old ADD Adam and The Smoking Willie Guy and the Butcher Bishop and...... The Hat Guy (I wasn't going to forget him, I swear) can all at least be breathing Ohio air together. Then maybe I'll just....... sit down in the snow and....... cry.
posted by Angela at 4:20 PM
1 Comments:
That was such a depressing (but funny!) post. What a sad day... It was most def. Black Tuesday. Blackest Black of Blacks Tuesday.
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