2004-06-30 | IM'A SET IT STRAIGHT THIS WATERGATE

It's 2:05 am, and I'm listening to the Kings of Leon and using Futurama as my own personal music video for it. Life is good.

I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 yesterday. It was good. It wasn't quite as cool as Bowling for Columbine because there was no Matt Stone or Marilyn Manson interviews or funny cartoons. But it was a lot more important. Sadder and scarier than any emo song or horror movie I've ever heard or seen. I feel like I should vote now. I've never voted in my life. I even used to boycott the school elections. Okay, not really, but I wanted to. But I was too nice to sabotage the whole shiznit. Plus my name ain't Cochese. But yeah. Maybe I should register or something. Am I too late?

That lady never wrote me back about the Music Critic job. She probably hired someone who wasn't as good as me, but he probably had a lot more initiative, and a college degree. Stuff like that. I hate those people. But I won't give up. I can't give up. I love music too much to stop the rock. So I'm putting my devil sign back up whether you like it or not. Take that, Chris Cayton!

We went bowling last night, as I do every Monday. It was pretty fun as usual. I've developed a curveball. I feel like a professional now. My score disagrees.

There's this one psychotic guy who comes bowling with us, and at the end of the night he always throws the ball as high in the air as he can, but last night he either went too far, or did the most awesome thing ever witnessed at a bowling alley....well....ever.

He released the orb with all of his might and it soared through-that's right, THROUGH!-the ceiling. Two entire ceiling panels came crashing towards the ground, and debris filled the air as well as the lane, but the ball was nowhere to be found, until a couple seconds later when it fell with a loud thud to the floor and stopped within the rubble. That's right, there was so much dust on the lane that the ball couldn't even roll any more. Call us crazy, but that's when we called it an evening. I've never been so embarassed and delighted at the same time. It's not like I'm proud of the guy or anything. I mean he's kind of a jackass. A dick even sometimes. But just the spectacle was awesome. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face for a few minutes, which is a good thing in itself I guess, even though the reason wasn't necessarily a good thing. Who am I kidding, it was a bad thing, a stupid, horrible thing, but it was still motherfucking funny.

It's now 2:33 am and my music is still Kings of Leon, but the video is now Family Guy.

I'm going to go change my lineups for fantasy baseball now. I know. I'm a dork. I will not apologize for the simple pleasures that keep me going. That doesn't mean I'm necessarily proud of them either.

But anyway, goodnight.

Goodnight.

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