I need a haircut. Badly. It's throwing off my game. I don't know what to do with it anymore. It's in an awkward stage - it's too long and too short. My confidence is already paper thin, worrying about this nonsense is killing me.

What's up? It's already been a week since my last entry. Looking back at older entries, I can't believe I found time to do this every other day. I mean, time moves by so damn fast, finding some to chill in front of my mac and spill my mind can be difficult, but here we go.

There's this girl I work with who I think may dig my style and like my moves. At least all signs are telling me so. Sadly, it's not my semi-hot (but not really) boss. She's nice, the one who has a thing for me. Talks to much, has an annoying laugh, but I'm sure my laundry list is just as long. I was at her place the other night. We had a good time, sort of. There was a peace hater in the midst. Her friend. Ugh. Apparently I'm not cool enough so I was given the cold shoulder all night. We wanted to go to some club to check out some local bands, but she, the peace hater, didn't want to pay cover charge. I'd of offered had she been a relatively decent human being, but she was far from it. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt, as I do, (I have more faith in people than they probably deserve) since I tend to make bad first impressions myself.

Anyway, we spent the night at some dive and ended up at this girls apartment. The one who digs me. We couldn't shake the third wheel, or the fourth one for that matter, so I gave up and got wasted. I wasn't driving and I didn't work the next day so I didn't care. The peace hater continued to lament my presense until she finally left. Ugh, really, I'd have told her off if I wasn't the master of bad first impressions. But still, I hope our paths never cross again.

As for inter-office flings, they never go as planned so I don't know where I stand. But, then again, it's been a while and it may be good to knock out a couple of hood rats before I'm called back to the major leagues.

That sounded awful.

My mom is in fantastic spirits. Or at least that's the front she's putting up. Usually I can see through her attempts at faking happiness, but this seems genuine. Which, of course, makes me happy. Still no word on test results.

Stone Temple Pilots in November. These are exciting times we live in, friends. Definitely one of my favorite bands of all time. I still contend that Purple is one of the best albums of the 90s. I'd rather not start that discussion though, so please, don't volunteer your expertise in the subject.

Speaking of live music, I missed the boat on Metric tickets. I'm super bummed. My mega-crush on Emily Haines is well documented (and probably closely monitored by the rcmp) and it kills me that I'm not gonna make the show. I can get tickets on Stub Hub, but I'm not willing to pay the excessive price of admission. I'm lower-middle c|ass (who am I kidding, low c|ass and, although I could probably tempt fate and go a week or two without food, even Emily isn't worth it. At least that's what I'm trying to tell myself.

I picked up The Beatles Rock Band. I know, the barrage of guitar games over the last couple of years has desensitized most of us to their charm, but it's The Beatles and it's a lot of fun. Plus the difficultly level has been brought down a bit (to appeal to older fans, no doubt) so I can actually do reasonably well on hard. Anyway, I would highly recommend it to anyone who's a Beatles fan. There's only 40 or so songs, but more are coming via DLC.

That's about it that's new with me. I'm stoked that some of my favorite shows are back: Curb Your Enthusiasm, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Californication. Other than that, I'm pretty bored of television. I'm so far behind and I'm not too interested in catching up.

Question of the Blog:

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Me, I'll probably be working some lame job, hopefully in another city, maybe have settled down with a really cool girl who can tolerate me and whom I can do the same, maybe to the unthinkable and bring a child into this horrible, disgusting world. Yeah, we'll see.

Anyway, it's well past my bed time. In honor of my no-longer-pending restraining order from Emily Haines (since I wont be seeing her live), here's some music to fall asleep to.

Al.