Thursday, September 1st, 2005[Entry 382]all is different now...
Jerks. Hard to Imagine is my special Knoxville 98 song. Why'd they have to play that tonight?
Hard to Imagine is also my all-time favorite Pearl Jam song. So. I don't like to hear that they're playing it. And that I'm not there to hear it. If I'm not there, they just shouldn't play it. It's that simple.
I get kinda pissy when they play "rare" stuff at these "newer" shows. I like the rare stuff to stay rare...and I like it to stay special. I like it to stay circa-93. I like it to stay, "wow, that was totally random" in 1998. I resent the rare stuff. And at the same time, I saw Wash at Holmdel on the last tour and I consider that so not rare or special at all. It's too recent. Too new. To be special. Am I a snob? Probably and I don't fucking care. I just got a lot of love for the old shit.
Oh. And the "original" HTI is better than the Lost Dogs HTI. Don't even try to argue that one with me. I don't even have the Lost Dogs HTI on my iPod.
Pearl Jam stuff->shutting up right now.
My mom went with me to Jazzercise today! Body sculpting...not the real deal. But still! She even signed up. I think she had a good time. I didn't because I like jumping around and sweating like a lunatic.
Had a HORRIBLE day at work. I haven't had a big freak out at my job yet...today I was getting there. And most of the reason it sucked is because I was stressing myself to get everything and even more done before the end of the day...since I am taking tomorrow off. Why do I have to care so much about work? Why do I have to always care so much? Yeah, I guess that's a good thing...and I don't consider myself a workaholic. But shit, I've been working my butt off. I can't even give myself a break? I'm so retarded some times. So here I am; 11:49 at night...the night before a day off...checking my work e-mail. I know I'll be checking my work e-mail when I wake up, too.
Ok I need to get off this thing (computer).
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