Today, I learned that one’s alcohol tolerance drops significantly when one is severely sleep deprived.
Three of my students this morning said that my class was their favorite class.
Today I found out that a new film in the Harry Potter universe is going to come out.
Now I’m doing guitar maintenance while listening to Incubus and drinking rum.
It’s been a good day.
I play guitar all the time now. I love it. I pretty much live on stage.
So I randomly got a job at a school teaching kids how to play guitar. Now I’m a weird combination of Nick Miller and Dewey Finn.
Jeremy’s new nightly routine:
Drink too much liquor and reflect upon the mythos of DC superheroes.
The only times I’ve ever been incited to be even remotely violent has been because of bullies. In fact, I may or may not have put a couple bullies in their place back in my highschool/college years (I’m not very big, but boy do I got a temper). When I see people beating down others, whether it’s physically, mentally, emotionally, whatever… I get angry.
Like earlier today, my family was having a yard sale and this asshole comes up to my mom, my pregnant sister, my 10 month old nephew, and my brother-in-law and starts screaming at them and calling them idiots and demeaning them all simply because they sold a couch to someone who offered more money than this arrogant piece of shit. I wasn’t there when the punk yelled at them, and that’s probably a good thing.
Dammit, I’m so angry and I can’t do anything about it. So naturally, venting on the internet is the healthiest and most beneficial course of action that I can take.
It’s times like this that I really, really wish I was a billionaire superhero who is associated with flying rodents and such.
Just showered at 4am because I can’t sleep. Me and vodka do not mix, apparently. Who says you get rest on an off day?
From now on I will follow the teachings of the patron saint of manliness, St. Swanson: clear alcohols are for rich women on diets.
Semi-spontaneous road trip with my brother has me sitting in a hotel room in Charleston, SC. Now I’m eating combos and watching the horrible/awesome Godzilla movie with Matthew Broderick. Livin’ life.
Drinking brandy and rum while playing Mass Effect with old friends. One of my buds, Sean, has never played before and he’s just started Mass Effect 2. My other friend, Andrew, has played and me and him keep influencing his decision making, haha. I won out with the romance option in the first game (Liara) and Andrew won out with the class (Vanguard)
We gotta get through these games, because Sean is leaving for Thailand soon! But right now, it’s a good night.
Getting prosthetics put on is oddly relaxing. 90 minutes in a make-up chair is awwwwesome.
Wearing contacts is excruciating.
I met Andrew Lincoln and shook his hand. He was in character as Rick the whole time, even when I met him, so it was like I was meeting Rick Grimes. What the what?!
It was super weird seeing him, Norman Reedus, Steven Yeun, and Danai Gurira all walking around in character. And by super weird, I mean super awesome.
I hope there’s no spoilers in this post, or I’ma be in trouble with AMC…
Tomorrow (and Thursday) I’m going down to Senoia, GA to be a zombie on the next season of The Walking Dead.
What the what?
Edit: I’m actually in the season 4 ‘zombie training school’ video on AMC’s website which can be found here. (I’m wearing gray/red flannel with jeans and boots and I’m sportin’ a beard).
Loan deferment got approved. First financial break I’ve gotten in a loooong time. Feels good!