damn it. damn it! so, i recorded an EP yesterday, with james and ethan (from the math and physics club) in jams' basement. i bussed down to ballard with vedo to give the owner of bop street records a copy today, because he's wanted some of my stuff for a long time. and who's there? instead of the owner it's fucking BEN GIBBARD. so after kinda looking at him for a second, it goes like this:
"hey, are you ben gibbard?"
"yeah"
"um...do you want a copy of my cd?"
"sure"(i give him the cd, he looks at it)
"thanks" (that's ben talkin')
and then me and vedo go downstairs to look at records. and then it hits me. i didn't give him ANY way to contact me if he liked it! shit!

it's going to take me for ever to get over this, man. maybe fate will bring ben gibbards opinion to me.

fuck.