I’ve got a bad feeling about a thing or two.

Aye, what dramas I have in store for me! And really, I had very little to do with anything. Only up comming days will inform me of whats going on. Will nothing happen? will everything happen? Well, ha, I guess everything happens if I look far enough, but seriously, I want to know what happens between me and my friend right now.

Guess the fates will have it differently.

“Would you like me to be Evan? I can be Evan, if you want me to.”

Le Sigh Mikah.

Mikah works at the place next store to where I work. He’s amazing in many ways. And is also known for inspireing wild and crazy behavior. I should watch myself, we could get dangerous.

I’m tired in ways I’m not used to feeling, and taking regular coma-like naps. Stressful school and work and man, Im writing an article on the Democratic National Convention. Did you know Obama made his acceptance speech on the 45th anniversary of MLKs “I have a dream” speech? Coincidence? Not really? I may never know, but I think it is pretty cool.

I’ve been taking breaks from constant responsability to hang out with a bunch of new people lately, (and ditching out on a party tonight with a bunch of old friends).

and I met a few colorful characters on the way home tonight.

Im sorry, Im to tired to function right now.

These feelings tend to leave me with a hole in my chest

I got a job at a restaurant on Haight st recently, and my last day at the theatah, was friday. School starts in the morning and summer is over and my art show opened in the mission saturday and I havent been doing much else.

Other then that, I’ve just been closeing old doors and opening new ones. Mostly, with the art stuff that I had all this time to do before and after my epic adventure this summer. And I guess its farewell to most of the stuff Ive taken up except the Journalism and the Music playing, because, you know, theyre my majors. I’m trying to teach myself how to play the piano, its going a lot better then I imagined. This should be my last two semesters at the JC, and then I go to school in Boston, New York or San Francsico. If it is the latter, then the former will wait untill graduation.

I went to petaluma tuesday after work and stayed till this morning, my mom was flying to LA for busniess and my dad was in town getting Oral Surgery, so I went back to fill in where it was needed, I had some time to hang out with friends but realized I dont have many peoples numbers anymore and Matt doesn’t pick up when I call anymore. Being home was wierd, but I guess, with my familys current circumstance, being home will never feel the same again anyway.

I got some Shows lined up at some of the regular places, I’m useing it to save enough mony to visit Jark in England and our epic European adventure.

Sing me, sing me one last song.

[NOTE: THIS UPDATE IS THE ABRIDGED VERSION, AND WILL BE BETTER IN 24 HOURS, WHEN IM MORE COHERENT TO TELL Y'ALL WHATS REALLY UP)

My friends and I perpetually try to create the excitement and the feeling of what the punk rock shows of our younger year felt like. The adventure, the intrigue, the fun, the company. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. My own show attending started at 8, in Berkeley. Then Oakland, Petaluma, San Francisco, then the west oakland warehouse district. We, much like tonight, find ourselves going back to the citys it began at, tonight, it was Oakland. and for the record, yes, it was recreated, the show was awesome, the vibe was the same. and to be young again. to have many the same feelings, it gives me belief in the girl I was, and hope for the future.

Things can get really really shitty, but its going to be okay. Eventually, everything is going to be fine. and when all else fails, turn to that girl. She’s still there. She always will be, you just have to know where to find her. That girl is comforting.

 

I don’t even know where to continue, and you know what, fine.

where they roam.

I left on the 19th for an adventure that was bigger then I was expecting. It started with me going back east to check out NYU, BU and Emerson. It ended with me on a train home today from Sacramento. and it was fucking amazing.

I have family on the East Coast. Biologically and otherwise, and I haven’t seen them in years. and it was quite the sleepless adventure. I went to seattle next and didnt really have a place to stay or idea in mind of what I was gonna do, I mostly just played guitar a lot and met up with a friend two days after my arrival. He lives in a suburb really close by. I bussed it down to Davis where I saw a few old friends from back in the day and made a few new ones. When there is a town so small and so heavily consentrated with bored college students, some crazy shit happenes. after a few days of partying and playing guitar in the downtown area, I raised enough money to catch a train to Sacramento.

Sacramento was crazy. Sacramento is always crazy. They have a really really good punk music scene and I have a lot of friends over there so it was fun adventureing around. I really like Sacramento. Plus it was super easy to raise the 22 bucks to make it back to San Francisco, which I did, today I got home around noon and damn. Its really fracking good to be here.

I have a job interview tomorrow!!