Wish me luck?
by Nic Olson
Means, Misery Signals, Shai Hulud. If you know what I’m talking about, then high fives. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then I might shake your hand sometime in the future. Maybe.
Off tomorrow, to a roadtrip for the ages. Nic, and three girls. Roadtrips are always good, but it takes a really special destination to get me to go on a roadtrip with three ladies. I guess in this case, the destination has nothing to do with it. Saskatoon and Winnipeg? Those might be the two worst cities in Canada. It must be the 3 specific hours at the end of each drive.
August has shown the true meaning of ‘chill’ to me. I’ve played lots of Donkey Kong Country, watched lots of The O.C. on dvd, cleaned my room a few times and have generally been taking it easy. The reason my August has been as such is because of the next two days. Tim and I figured out that the concerts that rule my month of August have really cost me about two grand, what with me leaving my job in YK early to come home for rock ‘n’ roll. But guaranteed, it is worth it. I’d give my left nut for these days. Not the right one though…. Only the left.
You know that rare feeling you get when your stomach is dancing on the outer lining of your soul, and it trickles all the way up your ribcage, into your Adam’s Apple and into a smile the size of Montana? I’m going to get that feeling twice in two days. Jealous? You should be. You should be punching-the-hardwood-floor-and-screaming-clever-curse-words jealous.
Get into it!