I'm working this summer, working a lot. Forty hours a week. Which isn't as awful in the ways I thought it might be, at first appearance. I'm designing bigtime websites, which is nice. But the last few days, I've been burnt out.

Maybe it was because Justin was off on Thursday and Friday. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't want to do anything. Today was just as bad. I was too full of thought from the weekend to focus on anything. I got a few things done, but I had rather long spurts of idleness because all I could think of was the weekend.

Let's discuss this.

I knew I would be late to Troubled Hubble. I'm late everywhere lately. I swear, I gave myself extra time. Problem is, I was so absorbed in a book that I missed Addison, and the stop after. I had to bounce back from Logan Square, and I had to pay attention, as well. So I got there half an hour later than intended. I phoned Russ as the concert was scheduled to start, and he said he was leaving soon. Getting a ride from his dad. I read the last half of a book in a McDonald's in the hour it took him to show up. I was sort of pissed, but whatever. After a while, you don't want to be mad at Russ. He can pull lots of shit, and I can't be pissed anymore. I guess he just beat the system. Mostly, because I get it.

I don't know what I get.

I talked to Josh Miller, guitarist for Troubled Hubble. I don't know why I'm so proud of myself. It's nice to talk to someone somewhat famous, at least to me. Really, we didn't talk about that much - just about the show, about that I had been to shows before, whether he knew me. I was another friendly face, which was a good thing. I didn't geek out, which is an accomplishment for me. I was thinking about sending him an e-mail... maybe one day, when I have some free time on my hands.

Russ and I chilled on the balcony for the whole show. We did a few thumbs ups, shouted a little bit, I recorded about half the show, despite that I'm a moron and forgot to turn on the mic. The show was incredible. The energy was up there, there was jumping and feet and shoulders and encores and Jimmy Carter. It was the most incredible show I've ever seen, yet again. Intonation would have been a disappointment by comparison.

Russ is good. He's contemplating a long-distance relationship come college for his girlfriend. He's good. We talked about video games and movies, we talked about our past relationships and we talked shit about people. We reminisced, I made him laugh a few times.

The kid hasn't changed.

I never see him as often as I'd like to. Which is a pity. We get along so, so goddamn well. I can't begin to describe how at home I was talking to him that night. I don't remember the last time conversation has flowed like that, where we're about to hit four AM, and I just wish we could push it until the next night.

That guy, I cannot suck his figurative cock enough. I will never forgive myself if I lose touch with him.

So I walk into the shop center of the metro, the bag check and the merchandise. I ask for a vinyl and a poster, and a bag check. The dude puts the vinyl in the complimentary tote bag, hands it to a chick who was getting my poster and he goes to get my bag check. "Did you give him a vinyl?" "No". So she hands me the bag with the vinyl, the poster, another vinyl, and I get my bag back. Bitching?

Yes.

I don't regret getting home at 345 that morning. It's the main reason I'm exhausted right now, yeah, but I don't regret sitting outside a 24 hour walk-up McDonald's for an hour with Russ. I don't mind the hour or two on the train. We talk a happy medium of shit.

I said intonation would be disappointing by comparison because I did not compare. I crashed at 4AM after Troubled Hubble, and woke up the next morning around 10. Lines for Intonation were long, food was expensive, weather was hot. The only bands I got into the first day were the Go! Team and Head of Femur, who we got there in the middle of. I walked around, rocking the WOXY postcards. Bought a Sadputer record (wtf), a fan for diona, browsed posters. In fact, all of that first day was a lot of wasting time. I was ready to leave pretty early on, but we were going to stay for Death from Above 1979.

I was sort of underwhelmed by them, considering how much everyone loves them. Whatever.

Diona and I took a bus to a train. I don't remember that much about the ride, but there was some talking. I guess I was up and down at that point. The show was alright. We decided to go back to her house, and order a pizza.

Diona likes San Andreas. It's wonderful. We sat there playing for a while. I beat a few missions for her, so she could keep going herself. That's usually what I end up doing, which is all right.I think that's a great perk - I can still game, even with a girlfriend. I can retreat, even though I don't need to. But I can relax on my own, or with her. It's relieving.

Things are amazing with Diona. Things could not be better. She turns me on immensely, and she shows a rare enthusiasm toward me that I haven't seen in a quite long time. I was just thinking about it. Diona and I are a month and a half in. 5.29.05, you know, and it's already 7.18.05. Eleven days until two months. But the bizarre thing is that I haven't felt this much passion toward her, or anyone, ever. I always expect relationships to maintain or go downhill, but thsi one is still on the rise. I don't know where we're going, the mountain is foggy, but you can't beat my moves.

The second day had Lally and Robbo, her boyfriend. Diona and I mostly sat near one stage, while Lally and Robbo went back and forth. We had a great spot we didn't want to leave. There were thousands of ironic t-shirts. Lally was "blogging this". Lally and I bounce off each other real well. I amke her laugh, this is something I am proud of. I don't know why. Maybe I hold her to some extraterrestrial standard.

Deerhoof was great. The Go! Team were great. The Decemberists were great. Les Savy Fav were great. Troubled Hubble defeats all y'all, bitches.

Diona had a couple mentions of how much the hipsters bothered her, but I know that confidence and indifference defeats them. Someday, when I'm not so tired, I'll write about how to defeat them. Not today. I'm still exhausted. One highlight:

Maud: I thought I saw you and Karl at a Ted Leo show, but it wasn't you.
Me: I have one of their songs.
Maud: It's one guy.
Me: It's Ted Leo and the Pharmacists.
Maud: I know. It's one guy.
Me: I don't care.

...

Maud: I'll probably never see you again.
Me: Yes you will, since you're such a hipster.
Maud: I'm not a hipster, I'm a scenester.
Me: You're a hipster. Bye!

Jenn and Vicky (I think) were both at the show. I avoided Jenn rather awkwardly, and I just had nothing to say to Vicky at the time. Diona reassured me, because she said that while they were here, so was she.

I love her.

I'm still exhausted. Diona and I left Intonation that night parched and hungry. We went to Taco Bell, because it is awesome. At her house, we watched an episode of MacGyver and then I left.

A girl who likes MacGyver.

I played something right.

We're passionate, lately. Social standing be damned, she's currently my one and only. What a lady.

Diona and I did it again today, watched MacGyver. And right now, I'm sort of exhausted. I made it through work today, though I didn't do shit. But I'm exhausted right now, and think I need nothing better than an extensive collapse. My face is polluted and so's my back. And Diona time is limited due to orientations and Lollapaloozas with the boys. But you know what? It's only a reminder of the perfect times to come.

Diona Padron, the shit goes magnificently. I love you.
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