stop the rock

ended up going to some show last night...some guy that works in the mall (though in a different store) as Amanda has kept bothering her about different shows his band's played so she finally went...and we (myself, Brad, and Jason) joined along...we missed all but like 3 songs...for the better...though our timing was almost perfect...the first song they started playing after we arrived at the Hi-Tone was called "Amanda"...uh huh...that was pretty funny...but their actual music was pretty terrible...though not as bad as the band they were opening for...Beatlesy crap...and the singler/guitarist was the most pretentious looking bastard i've ever laid my eyes on...skinny, tight-fitting clothes (i'm pretty sure he was wearing a Vines shirt), boots, scarf, coat (and he still wore his coat or whatever onstage...), and most important of all: that rockstar look in his eyes...his poise giving the impression he thinks he's Bowie himself, when just some hipster in a bad band from Fayetteville, AR...it was torture to the ears...we had to leave almost immediately...then blah blah, not enough sleep last night...tired all day...back home to find the application stuff i got re-sent from the Small Business Administration for disaster monies for my car...unfortunately i find out it's all crap for a loan...i don't want a fuckin' loan! i want them to GIVE money to me...Brad and Keith got money for their stuff stuff damaged...i was hoping to get money for my car that was damaged...i'll prob'ly call those bastards tomorrow or something...Amanda just showed up as i was writing all this tripe...their power went out...damn...