That is the name of the band owned by the guy in my previous entry. The one that I said I would have fun with. This band apparently has their song ‘Alone’ coming out to Rockband (the game) and has songs featured semi frequently on 98Rock, a radio station down here in Baltimore.

At first we hit it off pretty well. While hanging out I overheard a conversation he was having with one of his band mates talking about how upset he was at their female vocalist for almost ruining their chances at their dream by talking shit about the owner of 8X10, a club in Baltimore where many local rock bands play to get noticed. The way he rationalized the situation made me believe he was a stable person but apparently he’s not.

Unfortunately for him he was capable of getting a degree in Aerospace Engineering but couldn’t understand the basic concept of pressing “Stop” when you’re done recording something on a video camera. Apparently if you fail to do so it corrupts the video and makes it difficult to be removed onto a disc and played.

He was supposed to come get me at 7:30pm last night, but because of issues with the video he messaged me saying he was going to be a bit late. I was fine with that, I wasn’t in a hurry nor dying to see him in particular. 8:45pm rolls around, and without notice he just messages me one word: “here.”

I’m already in a semi important conversation with a roommate but I still manage to cut it short. This boy waits in the car for merely 5 minutes and then acts like I ruined his day. In short he was upset that his stupidity didn’t allow a promo video to come up on Facebook and was planning on taking it out on me even after we got back to his place and decided to go out to the diner down the street. Somehow I can be understanding and mature about him being an hour and fifteen minutes late but he gets to have a bitch fit for 5 minutes of waiting? Fuck. No. I put an end to that promptly.

I told him it was completely irrational and utter bull shit for him to PMS all over the damn diner just because he had to wait 5 minutes in the damn car. Naturally he tried to flip it around and say it’s because I’m a “woman” that I’m naturally the one being irrational and emotional like the dumb cunt he is. Really? Last I checked I wasn’t the one crying over a fucking video and not having someone run out to your car at your beck and call like a lap dog. He’s obviously extremely insecure and feels the need to control women. Unfortunately for him he didn’t know who the fuck he was dealing with.

Brian: “Well why were you having a conversation anyway, if her mother wasn’t found dead tonight it’s not important.”

Me: “Believe it or not no one is going by your standards of what’s important.”

Brian: “I’m not going by your standards either bitch. Well fuck this I’m never picking your ass up again.”

Woo, big loss. Emo prick. (Note this is someone who claims to not be overly emotional. LOL.)

And with that I put my food in a box, which he takes of course. We go back to his house so I can get my stuff and he decides to pop some sleeping pills and make me pay $40 for a fucking cab ride back to UMBC, where the process took an hour and he could have easily driven me there in 15 minutes.

Right before I leave he says “If you were upset about me being late you should have said something.” Look asshole, I wasn’t upset. Because I’m not tripping balls like a fake ass rock star by throwing tantrums like a fucking five year old.

I’m a mature and understanding person and (newsflash) a real musician. I don’t need to be fucking high to feel big and mighty while playing at 8X10. I don’t need to constantly try to get bitches to sleep with me and become subservient to me just so I can feel better about myself. In reality, you’re a nobody. So you can stop pretending you’re a somebody now, get off your ego trip, clean your goddamn house and stop curling up in fetal position every night like a whiny little bitch.

He got a huge reality check that night; I don’t fucking need you nor will I take your bull shit. You’re not fucking special, so stop acting like it.

Until you actually reach the merit levels of REAL bands, by the way, you’re not allowed to indulge in ecstasy and all the other stereotypical drugs you claim you’ve been on. Not at all attractive dude, and that’s not what the music is about. I fear if Make Love and War ever actually gets big, it’ll have its own special about how the blatant ignorance and self destruction ruined the band. *smh* What a shame.

Oh, and they’re playing at UMBC some time this month. At Late Nite. And yet so many people want to destroy him for messing with me at UMBC. Not wise. Hm.