Remind me to do these things please:

1. Stop spending so much money on Redbull. 80 dollars a week is far too much.

2. Find ways to occupy my time at work.

3. When I get back from Chicago, start saving money and paying off debt.

4. Do not let anyone ever touch my new Mac.

5. Start running every other day in the morning.

6. Eat vegan or at least more healthy.

7. Do not go from being totally tranquil to totally mad over nothing.

8. Maintain strong communication and relationships with all of my friends.

9. Get an apartment on Davis Island. Where the girls are. And life is easy.

10. Start doing projects. For example, print zines, record session jamz with random people, paint, buy an enlarger and do photos, draw, make movies, etc.

Also, just out of curiosity...who has me on their RSS feed?

PHANTOM PLANET TOUR JOURNAL

Word. I've been wanting to do something like this for quite a while now. I am starting this post now, un-stoned, and am not sure if it will be one post or many. We will see in a few minutes, but here it comes...

This tour journal has a prologue kind of. I'll start there.

Back in April of 2008 I was living in Tallahassee, hating life, getting drunk, being an idiot, and getting really fat. It was fun, but still sucked. My parents had asked me if I wanted to go to Mexico with them and naturally, I said yes. I ended getting realy drunk and meeting a girl named Bianca who was from Tampa, meeting a bunch of people my father works with who offered me jobs kind of, and the idea of moving back to Tampa came up. I decided to do so. When I got there, it was just as shitty as I remembered and I went back to working at Sound Exchange of Brandon. Long story short, I decided to join the military, the Air Force, but was saved at the last second by Kevin, Phantom Planets manager. He called and asked if I would be down to be their guitar tech on a six week tour of the US and Canada. And so, I did.

The tour began September 9, 2008 in Phoenix, AZ.  I kept an actual journal of events until around the twentieth day of the tour. I will type exactly what I wrote there with some commentary, and then just go off of memory. I feel like Henry Rollins. You know...Get In The Van style.

DAY ONE - SEPTEMBER 09, 2008 - Phoenix, AZ

"Here I am. In Phoenix. The desert. It is fucking hot. I am waiting for the Phantom Planet's to arrive at the Marquee. More later..."

I actually didn't get around to writing more later. Some of the things that stand out about that day are meeting up with the guys in Phantom Planet and thinking they were really nice guys, being fucked up from flying for ten hours after waking up at four in the morning, and walking around Phoenix by myself before trying to find a store that sold cigarettes. It was my first time in the desert. I was really impressed with just how different the Earth can look. I met all of the guys in all the other bands on the tour that day too (The Rocket Summer, The Morning Light, The Secret Handshake). 

Yeah...more later, I'll try to knock out a couple of days at a time, then compile them all at the end.

Work

I want this blog to be about me and what I do to an almost annoying degree. I dont really know why. I guess for staying in touch with distant friends, to pass people's boredom, and tell funny stories. The biggest and most time consuming part of my life since I got back to Tampa has definitely been work. So it would make sense that I should blog about it at least once. 

I work at a plant where generic soda is made. Basically, what I do is run a room called the can fill room. So, empty cans come into my room without lids, and this machine called a "can filler" fills them up with Dr. Thunder. Then, the cans go to what is known in the business as a "seamer".  What this machine does, is it kind of seams the lids onto the can. This is where most of my work comes in. What I do all day while this is going on is keep feeding sleeves of lids into the seamer. I think there are about three-hundred lids in each sleeve and we produce about twelve-hundred cans a minute. So, that's how busy I am. Almost too busy to send a text message, but not quite.

The people I work with are a mixed bag to say the least. There are a couple of old Haitian men, a few people from the Phillippines, a few people from Puerto Rico, one man from Kenya, and I'm not quite sure where everyone else is from. But the important part is that all of them have really strong accents which makes understanding important things over the radio nearly impossible. My boss is pretty much the only person who isn't from another country that I work with. His name is Mike and he has a pony tail and likes to say "Boy" every six seconds. There is some other guy who is from some big industrial ghetto up North but I dont know much about him because I avoid him. He always asks you, "Can I buy a cigarette off of you, Dog?", knowing well that no one will actually say "Yes, .65 cents please."

I work on the third shift. Which is from 10 o'clock PM until 6 o'clock AM. This has it's advantages, I suppose. I will never get cancer from the sun. I eat dinner from breakfast. I eat breakfast for dinner. I don't have to deal with rush hour traffic. I get paid .45 cents extra an hour. The downside is that if I wanted to, I would never have time to do things a normal 24 year old would want to do because of the tim constraints. No girlfriends, no going back to college, no parties, no dinner with friends, and certainly no Adult Swim. 

I should quit my job.

Blog? Me?

I guess I got a blog. It's going to be about all things that have some kind of relationship to me. But I'm going to have to start doing stuff. To have things to blog about instead of work. That is what I'll make my first real post about. Work. 

I'm sure there will also be stuff about traveling, a little college, and moving soon. I'll try and get a sweet new digital camera soon. I'd like this to be mostly pictures. Minimal text. I'll probably put videos, parts of books, and other neat embedded internet stuff.

I'm probably going to get a Twitter now.