Eggs and Car Paint (Surprisingly, Not a Great Combination)

            There's really no specific reason I'm writing this post (other than the fact that I'm a little bit bored and haven't written anything in a while). I just felt like I hadn't done a post in too long of a time and I was starting to miss writing. Since the last post, nothing really significant has happened. Basically, I've just been working a lot.
             "Where do you work?", you might ask. Well, I work at my old high school as a part of the maintenance staff (janitor). I do everything from cleaning carpets to painting to running cable through the ceiling. As terrible as this job might sound on paper, its actually pretty awesome. I mean I get to work with a bunch of my old friends from high school, the pay is great, and the work itself really isn't that hard. All positives. The only downside is that my sleep schedule is always changing. On nights that I'm working the next morning, I try to go to bed at a decent time (12 or 1ish). Every other night I'm not working, I wind up staying up until like 4 or 5. That can't be too good for my body, especially when I have to wake up at 6:45 on work days. But I guess that's just life for ya.
             In other news, my car got egged a few days ago. This wouldn't be too especially bad except for the fact that I WATCHED it happen from 5 feet away. Talk about bad luck. I was leaving my friend's house at around 3 in the morning and I was standing next to my car talking to my buddy Dan when, all of a sudden, a black sports car drives by and eggs my car. They must not have seen us standing there because, once they saw us, they sped off through the neighborhood. My initial reaction was shock. I didn't even know what to do. Then Dan has the genius idea to go follow them in his car. So we do just that and surprisingly enough, we catch up to them. Clearly, since it was just two of us and probably four or five of them, we weren't going to try to fight them or anything. We just wanted to see if we could get their licence plate number. We got the first three letters and then they turned off and we never got the chance to get the rest of it. Now, I've always been a person that is very slow to anger, but this was about the angriest I think I can remember myself probably ever. It was probably just the fact that my car got egged by a bunch of high school kids that I don't even know that really got to me. Whatever, it happened and there's nothing I can do about it now. Might as well accept it, I guess.
             On better note, I've got a FANTASTIC band that you guys need to listen to if you haven't already. Eisley has been one of my favorite bands for the last three years or so and they just released their third LP entitled The Valley (which is ah-mazing, by the way). Eisley is made up of 1 brother, 3 sisters, and a cousin from the small town of Tyler, Texas. The singers are Sherri and Stacey, who also play guitar and keys, respectively. Chauntelle, the other sister, plays lead guitar while the brother Weston plays drums. The only one not in their immediate family, Garron, plays bass. There really is something about a band that is made up of family members that makes them awesome. I'm not sure what it is, but for some reason, their voices just always seem to sound perfect together. That's part of what makes Eisley great. They have some of the most beautiful harmonies I've ever heard. That, combined with the sometimes bizarre/always stunning imagery their lyrics provide, makes for a powerful combination. I had the pleasure of seeing them live a few years ago and they sound even better live than they do on the albums, and that's saying something. Anyways, I hope you enjoy their music as much as I have.