Losing track of the date

I had another band show at a keg/birthday/graduation/drunken-family party last night with Final Day and Far and Few Between, both were bands with grandeur in the percussion section, and they both said that they'd like to play with us again sometime--actually, next weekend is we could. Funny stuff went down everywhere you looked; family members singing to hardcore bands, falling off of mopeds and scooters, and staring at the bands playing with awe and completely sincerity, all while piss drunk taking intermissions to the keg. I'd have to say it was the best show we've played so far, and you could tell by our facial expression entering the party's driveway alone. I looked around and saw nothing but old people under awnings, staying protected from the lethal sun, and teenagers standing in front of the garage, lining up for the keg on tap; and to interrupt this peaceful summer birthday/graduation party comes this convoy of death metal and hardcore bands with loud clothes, hair, and attitudes. The bands were actually the most reserved looking people at the party. These drunken kids from Jamestown's school were the ones wanting to mosh and cause trouble, while the bands just wanted viewers, for the most part.

I say I'm losing track of the date because I so clearly am, and there's no way for me to remember what day it is without owning a calender of some sort and hanging on my wall in some place I would commonly look to when zoning out or just thinking. I have my computer, but with all I have been doing I don't look at the date very often, which leads me into my conundrum. How am I am I going to fix this problem, you may ask. Elementary my dear reader, elementary. I'm going to force myself to stare at a damn date calender ever night before I go to bed and dream about the date in some crazy, dreamy sort of way, as so I can wake up knowing the date.

Stephanie and I are doing pretty good, and that's not something many people can say after dating for six months; but look at my type it... Anyways, her and I have been having problems arise slowly and steadily for the past few months or so, but we always get around to fixing them or trying to mend them as fast as possible. This way there's no trouble later on when another problem persists and comes up, while the other problem has grown into some beastly abhorrent thing. I'm sure we both blow things out of proportion, but that's not anything uncommon in the teenage dating world--heck the dating world for that matter. And I'm sure everyone has had their emo moment or few where you and your girl are laying there, crying on eachother shoulders or getting teary-eyed while telling how much you like having them around. Wait, I'm the only one... Forget what you just read... I was just...uhhh...making reference to.

I have a new stepmom (I think I'll call her her just straight up Stepmom, she's cool enough), who might be the coolest mom yet. Although I would like to say that without feeling bad, I can't, without hurting myself, I'm sure. I like Kara, my dad's new wife, for her wits and her opinions, but I also find her obnoxious sometimes, when her and my dad get into it. She says some of the stupid statements, unfortunately, they don't even compare to Mom's bullshit statements of authority. Ex. While eating ice cream out of a bowl, watching television and sitting down my mom complains to us before we leave to go to my dad's house saying: "I don't-slur-have to be treated this way", with ice cream still in her mouth. She can be so sloppy that it makes me embarrassed, and that's when you know your family is normal, when your mom embarrasses you infront of complete strangers whom you don't specifically care know your mother is a moron to the fifth power. Another reason Kara is so cool is because she's a former English major in college and knows shit tons of good books like Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad for recommendation.
I hope I don't stray from my blog too often.
I'll be back to write more tomorrow or tonight, or at least I'll try to remember.