It was probably fifteen minutes past midnight, some Saturday or Friday night, probably March or April. My dad and I hadn't moved out of the house on Santa Rosa Circle yet. (That's the one with the names in the concrete) I had spent the evening out with my friend Nick Lee, he's famous, he was a waiter in an episode of Real Housewives of Orange County. We weren't drinking, or getting high. Fuck, we weren't even smoking cigarettes. We were driving around, eating fast food, maybe sliding on said fast food trays, maybe ghost riding shopping carts into polls. We ended up finding a sign for some church's open house and bringing it back to his garage. Or maybe we put it in someones lawn. That probably makes more sense. So we were fucking around with some church sign, totally sober. We lost track of time and I showed up fifteen or twenty minutes past curfew. I walked into the house and the fireplace was one, but all the lights were off.
Things had been strange in the Booth house those months. That is where this post came from. Just for reference.
By the fireplace there was our computer desk. My dad was sitting in the chair. He had been waiting for me and asked where I was. I told him. Nick. Church Sign. Sorry. He was upset. He said this:
"You aren't going to do this to me. Not like your mother."
I said I was sorry and went to bed.
I was seventeen, about to graduate, about to move to an unfamiliar city. My parents marriage was finally done. I didn't have time to argue with my dad about how I wasn't how he thought I was.
It is funny the times you find yourself giving up, or giving in.
I did both that night.
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I decided tonight I am going to be recording things into the voice memo app on my phone because its easier then setting up all the recording stuff and it makes me feel better about the immediacy of the whole thing. Here is the first one. Second or third try, recorded in my bathroom. I heard this song tonight for the first time in my life and I decided that it was a good place to start. Enjoy.
BOOTH! - Chelsea Hotel Number 2 (originally by Leonard Cohen) - http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zunmdmzjetj
Expect more of EVERYTHING!
Monday, November 09, 2009
Birthday Countdown Part 4
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Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Birthday Countdown Part 2
I was in sixth grade. I had been dating this girl Raquel for a couple of months. The funny thing about sixth grade and dating is that nothing really happened, at least for me. No sneaky handjobs in the movie theater, no under the shirt, over the bra second base action, nothing. Anyways. I was in sixth grade, and I had managed to convince my mom to take me to the school for Raquel's little sister's christmas program. It was lame. But the point was to see Raquel and exchange christmas gifts. I dont remember what I gave her, but I do remember she gave me two things. She gave me a necklace with a key on it. That key fit into her necklace, a heart, and made it complete. It was totally tacky but at the time meant SO MUCH. And the other thing she gave me:
The biggest boner of my entire life.
Yup.
We kissed by a tire swing. It was my first kiss. And I got this crazy hard big boner that was uncomfortable and messy and wouldn't go away for almost 3 hours.
It wasn't big, literally, but it felt enormous.
And the kiss had no tongue or sloppiness, it was just lips to lips.
It was awesome.
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Friday, November 16, 2007
a few songs for me on my birthday - mix
So I put together these songs because I like them a lot. I hope you enjoy them too.
Now I must go convince my roommates to do a sake bomb with me.
a few songs for me on my birthday - http://www.megaupload.com/?d=E7FHT467
The Disaster March - The Lawrence Arms
Love Story - Lagwagon
Anchor - Osker
You Must Be Willing - Against Me!
Hollywood Cemetery - Strike Anywhere
Little Dawn - Ted Leo & the Pharmacists
Fuck You Larry Koesche, I Hope You Starve And Die Someday - The Broadways
Your Child Is Dead - Off With Their Heads
Sun Belt Scars - Banner Pilot
A Song With No Words - Burning Airlines
jack of all trades - Hot Water Music
Always Have, Always Will - The Impossibles
Anchorless - Propagandhi
Broadway - Pteradon
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
five hours...
I should be at work. They are assholes. We all know this. Instead I am counting the minutes to midnight.
Lately I have taken to referring to my birthday as the end of my life.
It's funny, but not the case.
Things will only get more exciting and awesome.
I'll do my best to keep this place up to date the next couple days. Pictures, recaps, guest posts, whatever!
I'll be putting a mix tomorrow. I haven't decided what will be on it, but it will be good.
If you are bored you should make one too. Or send me something to put up here. Or do a shot in celebration.
Or hump a volkswagen...
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Monday, November 05, 2007
For Hilly: of Scorpios and Blogging - MIX
Yesterday was Hilly's birthday. I didn't go have brunch with her. I didn't tell her I couldn't make it. I didn't send her an e-card. I didn't send her a real card. I didn't do anything to actually acknowledge it was her birthday. So here is a mix for her, on the occasion of being old enough to drink in bars. You're 21, right?
Sidenote. I don't watch Grey's Anatomy. Apparently one of these songs was on it. Whatever. Fuck TV. My friend told me about it and I think it's good. So there.
So celebrate Hilly's birthday with me. At 5:00pm pacific I will do a shot in her honor. You should too.
For Hilly: of Scorpios and Blogging - http://www.megaupload.com/?d=0W3WV5GY
The Navasink Banks - Gaslight Anthem
Secret Letters - Erin Tobey
For Esme - Jawbreaker
Modern Love - The Last Town Chorus
A Sunday - Jimmy Eat World
Wait At Milano - Tim Barry
Fear and Tera and Scarlet O'hara - Dan Padilla
Old College Try - The Mountain Goats
Overkill - Dashboard Confessional
The Temperature is Dropping - Defiance, Ohio
Uncorrected Proofs - The Weakerthans
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Sunday, August 19, 2007
the crunch of snow underfoot
As pointed out by whit pointed out, it hasn't rained in a fucking long time. This desert is taking whatever it can from my body to make up for it. I thought I liked the rain, until I spent for months in Sacramento, and it rained every day for about 6 weeks. I miss every one of those days now. I miss a lot of things lately. So I am going to go to whit's house and share a beer or 5, then I will celebrate my exroommate/current friend amanda's birthday. Champagne anyone?
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Tuesday, July 03, 2007
today is a day for midday cocktails
I don't know what you have on your agenda today, but for me, it's midday cocktails. Today is my roommate Crystal's birthday. If my placement of the trip to Vegas for her birthday is correct, she is 23. I am pretty good about not living in one place for too long so that all I need to do to remember when something happened is to remember what key I was using at the time.
I haven't gotten her anything yet, I should probably do that before I get drunk and give her something completely ridiculous. Actually, that's probably a better idea.
I am going to go open a beer and take a shower. I'll also put on some clothes.
This is my first naked post, in that I am naked while it is being "composed".
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