R.I.P.

Mitch Hedburg is dead.

the world just isnt as funny anymore.

too much poker!!!! and some more tonight. i'll be playing against a bunch of foreigners and people nearly twice my age. haha. at least it's within walking distance of my place.

school's going to be ok. i'll finally finish. but it won't be easy.

BACK TO WORK!

whisky weed women

Hank III is playing tonight at the Masquerade. I want to go, but probably shouldn't. I have to start back school tomorrow at 8am, and am staying at my friend Tim's place so I don't have to get up so early and drive an hour outside of Atlanta. I have a feeling wednesday nights are going to be Me and Tim nights for the next 10 weeks. Plus, if i went to the show, i'd totally just drink a lot and have a WHOLE LOT of fun, but responsibilty is a bitch sometimes.

My hair's finally long enough to feel it swishing in the wind as I drive around. It looks funny afterwards. It looks funny anyway.

Last night I bombed at poker at the Vortex... thanks to me trying to bluff out Johnny C. Hard to bluff a person who you play with all the time. So i immediately drove over to Front Page News to play there, and did much better. I got second place at my table... but I didn't qualify for the final game. Which is actually fine, because Courtney was working the bar and managed to get me pretty sloshed... for FREE!

Once again, I'm at the studio alone. Harold's still trying to find some help for Stephen, and not having much luck. He called earlier and had been at the clinic for 4 hours, and still hadn't seen a doctor. I feel bad for both of them. Stephen's sick - Harold's taking care of him. Gay dudes take care of each other for real.

I was thinking earlier how a lot of people use their blogs to critize humanity. And it's always very true and funny - so I was wondering what bit of idiocy I could bring to light. But then I realized I just don't notice people's follies very much. It's probably because I realize humans do really stupid things, and I expect it, so it doesn't really make an impression.

I will say I can't stand really loud black women. I ate at Fellini's today for lunch, and sat on the patio because it was so nice out. Right beside me was the LOUDEST woman, and I have no idea what she was even talking about. It was just constant noise. Ugh. Thankfully after she left a very very pretty black woman who was very very quiet took her place.

Ok, well I need to check out Clark Howard and see if he can find me a cheap ticket to London. Take care.

bearded and blind

holy crap today's weather is awesome. i was sitting in the studio a little while ago just trying to think of some errands to run so i could drive around. i thought of a few things. and of course i didn't go to the stores or post offices around here.... no, i decided to drive across atlanta every time. haha.

i listened to Mojave 3's Excuses for Travelers the whole time too. that seriously is one of my top 3 albums... especially on a sunny spring day in the south. they sound like if you mixed Air's Moon Safari album with Bob Dylan.... it rules. really light-hearted airy country from England. listen to it. school yourself.

they have lyrics like:

"I stood at the station - a plan and a pocket of poems. Heroically tragic - bearded and blind with obsession."

"You read some books and they broke your heart but you don't know a thing 'bout life - you're just a pretty boy."

"Suddenly everything fell out of place. Burned all your bridges cuz you grew up too late. The people you love are just so far away - when you're drifting."

and my favorite...

"Take this guitar right out of my hands - I surrender. This town don't want drunkards or singers of bad poetry - they want dancing and drugs and laughter and we don't have them."

God that band is awesome.

Well last night Johnny, the lovely Jessica Joy, and I played some darts and drank some beers at the best place on earth... the Local. I think Johnny got a discount just by association. Word to that.

And I believe I'm going to England in a few weeks. Alex Darling told me to come, and Norma Jean's going to be over there touring around for a week, so why not? I'll take my camera, shoot them playing and traveling, and knock out a Photojournalism project. Not to mention tour around with a band and all the fun that comes with being in England with a hot English girl and 5 awesome dudes. woohoo! And Harold said he'd give me an advance if i need the money. He'll be in Italy that same week, so it was not a problem at all to ask off.

Dang... life's been good lately. I've been so bummed the past few months with all the Nicole stuff... but now things are really working out. Good job, good money, awesome friends and parties lately, trips to Europe, going to church a lot, starting school and finishing in a few months. It feels really great. A lot of that stuff's been here the whole time, and I just couldn't see it thru my sadness. It's lame we get like that from time to time. But everyone does, and I'm young and know it'll probably happen a thousand more times. It's nice to know this episode is finally over and the next one will be easier because of this. God bless it.

Well I guess I should do some more work. There's a lot to do here... but it's 75 outside, and the wind's blowing, and the air isn't humid at all.... damn this studio!!! Harold's not even here.... he's probably driving around in his NEW Mini Cooper convertable. bastard. wait... he might be paying for me to go to england... he can drive around AAAAAALLLLL day... i just might leave early.

ok, peace out. get stuff done... and i'm seeing Sin City tonight at 7. yes sir JC, i will see you there!! \\702=0-34598

Slow and steady wins the race... or a racecar.

scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.

this $7000 scanner should be faster. and i shouldn't have to do any post retouching... it should look beautiful to start with. wait no, then i wouldn't have a job. and i'm getting paid hourly. scan slower! don't color correct please!

it sucks right now at work. we have $100K in unpaid invoices. ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS are owed to us! and until that money comes in, i don't get paid. and i've got beer tabs to pay for! oh well, such is the nature of small independant business.

and a good friend of the photographer, and our main makeup artist, is pretty much on his deathbed with aids, presumably. harold's not having an easy time with it. the sick friend has no health insurance, and no money. harold's forked out a few thousand dollars just to keep him alive, but if i don't get to party for a weekend, and he stays out of pain and possibly lives a little longer, then that's ok with me. he's been a good guy to me.

and last night i played cards at front page. had a good time. didn't really know anyone there, but my new friend courtney showed up. and then christy, nicole's roommate also showed up for a couple drinks. and courtney's cute roomie was sitting beside me at the card table.

cute roommate told the whole table of all guys that she was very excited to be playing with so many good looking men. i felt flattered... and that's probably how she lasted so long in the game. put us all on tilt. anyway, and as i was sitting down at the bar a 30-something drunk woman (who was pretty hot) sat beside me, and in as quiet a whisper as you can make when you're blitzed, she says to her friend "that guy beside me's hot!" again, i felt flattered.

courtney's first words to me were "i met that guy nicole's hanging out with. he's a totally sack of douche." and i laughed and said i think nicole's the only person who doesn't think so. supposedly him and his trailer park roommate and brother showed up to meet with them all at Manuel's tavern. all he talked about was halle berry's boobs and made fun of every person that walked into the bar. courtney and her boyfriend had to get up and leave because they were so embarassed to even be associated with him. and this is the guy nicole leaves me to date? this is the guy nicole was with for 4 years? wow. it made me realize this morning that if she's the kind of girl who's into a guy like that, then she just must not be the kind of girl that i should be into.

not to mention everyone i've talked to lately says i deserve so much better and they're confused as to why i even still think about her. i'm confused to. haha. all the people at her old salon say it to me everytime, and these are her friends! hahaha. well i now know that it's her that's missing out, because i'm fucking awesome! and that dude fucking sucks! yes!!

anyway, im starving, and have to call all these big shots in NYC and atlanta and get them to pay me.

symphonies

dimmu borgir..... 30-piece orchestra + pseudo-satanic norwegian metal = best shit ever.

played cards at the vortrex tonight... had fun. and 4 guinesses. and played an illegal money game that the poker director ignored (to save his ass probably) and made twice what i put in ($5!).

talked to alex from england about moving here.... she comes in june. i'll get her to marry me so she can get a work visa and stay longer. i'll hook her up with a job at the studio.

fucked up things with nicole last night... maybe for the last time. i'm a loser and she probably won't talk to me for a while. that's probably a good thing. we need separation if we're ever going to be friends. there's too many feelings and emotions still to be friends right now. maybe in time...

i'm going to gwinnett tech tomorrow to talk to harkins about me finishing the program i dropped a year ago. it kind of scares me to think of the amount of work i'm going to have to be doing, on top of the studio stuff. but it'll be good to finish what i started. dad says girls dig dudes with skills. mom says to focus on myself and my career and stop worrying about nicole. and mom and dad are very smart people, so i'm taking their advice and concentrating on bettering myself for a bit.... until i find another love to wreck my life. ha.

and i finally found a band harold, my boss, likes. mojave 3. but if anyone heard them they'd love them too. at least i know what to play at the studio now without harold telling me to turn it down, or that he wants to slit his wrists because it's so slow and sad. haha.... i've been listening to some depressing shit lately. i guess because i can finally relate to some of what they're saying.

damn... on the way home i thought of some cool stuff i thought would be good to write about, but the alcohol has since kicked in and i've lost my memory. and want to sleep, and dream.

wait, maybe i dont want to dream. my dreams the last few nights have been disturbing.... not unusual, but lately they've been violent. i haven't even watched a movie/tv/video games in a few days, so i don't know why i'm dreaming these things.

and our main makeup artist probably has aids and might not recover from fifths disease. it's sad. he's a strange guy, but very nice to me. it's strange working in a gay environment and hearing about these issues that are so prevalant in their culture, and issues most of us don't think much about. i'll pray for him.

ok, goodnight, you www.

i win everything

last night we played cards at sam's. i almost didn't go, because i was so tired - physically & emotionally - from the night before. but i decided a card game with friends is a little more fun than warcraft with two cats keeping me company all night. and it paid off.... i think i made around $40. woo.

and tonight i'm playing again... at front page news in little 5. i played there tuesday and came close to placing... so i'll try my luck (i mean skill!!) at it again. and maybe courtney's cute rommie will be there. and i'll talk to her if i'm lucky (i mean skillful!!).

today i drove a ryder van around all day.

and i also won a "live X' preshow of Kings of Leon tomorrow night. so i get to see them with only a handful of other people while they record a live show for 99x. woo.

and this post is boring . blablabla. i'm tired and can't be witty.

peace out!

catharsis

i'm not here to start over....

just to change what's here already...