Last Weekend, Next Weekend to Come

I went back to Chicago last weekend and hung out with some friends.  I was supposed to go to the Fire game in Bridgeview on Saturday, but other things came up.  This coming weekend brings a show at the punk house in Urbana.  A couple people are coming down from Chicago to see the show, so it'll be fun to hang out with them and possibly go to a bar after the show, depending on when it ends.  The thing is, the time between them is going to be occupied by hours upon hours of hard-working all-nighters.  Time to hit the coffee, smokes, and books.

FIRE!

The weekend was decent, I went out Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights.  Today the Fire played at home and won 1-0 in a good match.  I really wanted to go home for the weekend so I could see it with my own two eyes, but I didn't have the money.  However, I'm going to be writing about the Fire for my friend Eric's zine, which is sold throughout the country.  While I'm on the topic of my work in print, I was recently in two issues of the Daily Illini.  They published some of my opinions on the tobacco and cigarette taxes, and people that I didn't even know told me that they liked what I had to say.  Pretty cool.

Post-Weekend

The weekend was alright.  I went out on Thursday with some friends, which proved to be a decent night.  On Friday, I went to a party that was being thrown by a friend of a friend.  At 11 at night, there were only ten people left in the house, making for a rather boring end to unofficial.  My cousin was visiting from the University of Iowa, so I hung out with him on Saturday.  Next weekend will be great, though.  I'm going to see the Queers play in Chicago and I'll be staying with friends over the weekend.  If the weather stays like it has been, this week will be that much easier to get through.

This is Official: You're a Fuck-Off!

The one holiday for Irish Americans is ruined thanks to hordes of drunken, non-Irish students.  Those who are partially Irish look for any excuse to look like big, hard, tough Irish drinkers when they've never even seen the country or drank REAL beer.  New circumstances have arrived in the past decade that cause the bandwagon retards to disgrace great things such as punk music, cult films, and Irish heritage, among other things.  I would be lying to say that Boondock Saints, Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, and other cult classics were not terrific movies.  I would also be a bastard to say that I am not proud of my Irish heritage or punk rock.  The fact of the matter is that bandwagoners wearing freshly-bought T-shirts and/or donning other fan merchandise pisses me off.  These zombies just follow the fad and buy shit in order to be "in".  They know nothing of what they think they're wearing and thus, for lack of a better metaphor, pollute the gene pool of unique things.  Dipshits with two percent Irish blood wearing kilts, middle-aged dumbasses who don't know what they're going to see, preppy fucks, emo faggots, and Nazi cocksuckers show up to Dropkick Murphys shows and fuck everything up for the real punks.  They have no knowledge of mosh pit etiquette or the band's good albums.  They simply don't belong.  They then go home to talk to their buddies about how cool they are because they saw real live punks!  I hate the fucking dolts, and I blame Hot Topic for creating them.

Dear Tests: Blow Me.

I have a few tests this week, both of which will require a ridiculous amount of studying and improvement on my math skills (or lack thereof).  It'll prove to be a playful romp through a broken-glass meadow with no shoes on my feet.  I enrolled in a half-semester class revolving around discussions about religious diversity because I needed the extra credit hours, but it could be more interesting than annoying.  Seacrest out.

Pictures From Friday the 13th

The Weekend

This weekend was very interesting as well as awesome.  It felt great being back in Chicago and meeting some new people that I'll hopefully be seeing more of. It snowed about two inches or so, but let's just say that I had some help from my beverage in keeping me warm for the short time I was outside. 

Don't assume things, I was talking about hot chocolate.