down with banks!

Monday, January 28th, 2002

This is the part of my entry where I would normally say something like "So sorry for yesterday's crappy post." But I'm not going to do that this time. No sir. Because I'm not sorry. I was feeling crappy yesterday, so crappy was what you got. Reasons for said crappiness: I was homesick (having just spent a great weekend with the family), my room was dark and gloomy, I thought I was broke, and I think the glass of milk I drank had gone bad. That or the bag of sand my roommate keeps in the fridge (yeah, I know, sand, I don't get it either) had made my milk funny-smelling and funny-tasting,but not necessarily bad.

That, and the fact that The Bank of Montreal turned down my application for a credit card.

THEY TURNED ME DOWN!

How, you ask? I don't know! The only reason they gave me was that I was not "of legal age when my application was submitted." Reasons that they are morons: I have money. Lots of money. Not money I should be using, but there's lots and it's there. Also, I was applying for a student credit card, and I am a student. What's the problem there? Finally, I had applied when I was 18 in December. Geoff got his credit card last September, when he'd just turned 18. They sent me my rejection letter dated on my birthday. My nineteenth birthday. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CANNOT DO IN CANADA WHEN YOU ARE 19! With the possible exception of running for Prime Minister. And that, I think you can do by the time you're 21. They have no reason to turn me down. There is no method to their madness. I am positively sickened by The Bank of Montreal's blatant incompetency. I have no credit card, and it is all the fault of some stupid clerical monkey who doesn't know the law or how to assess a person's age.

So now I can't order CDs, t-shirts, posters or concert tickets on the internet. Those bastards. Just you wait until I'm a big publishing mogul. You just wait and see if I ever let anyone print anything favourable about The Bank of Montreal when I control all the publishing companies in Canada. Just you wait!

So, yes, I'm pissed about that.

But moving right along... Remeber how I said I couldn't tell you what I was doing this weekend because of prying eyes? Yes, well, I can tell you now. I went to a Starsailor and The Charlatans concert. Two bands, that is. One concert. I didn't want to say anything before because I had hopse of buying my lovely friend Claire a Starsailor t-shirt while there as a surprise, but, well, the shirts weren't that cute. And they had all the wrong sizes. And, really, the concert?... Not as fabulous as I thought it should have been. Imean, I had a good time and all (mostly due to the company), but really, Starsailor aren't that great at performing. They make great sounds, but they come off as robots on stage. And The Charlatans I suppose were good. I wasn't familiar with any of their stuff (which inevitably lead me to scream in my head "Omigod! End this song! End it!" when they did some jamming), but if they're been better showmen, I'm sure I could have gotten more into it than I did. Granted, I was grumpy because my feet and back hurt, so that could have contributed to my disaproval. They seemed to entertain everyone else, though,so maybe I'm just a grump.

Oh, what really pissed me off though was how they kept pushing the Starsailor concert next month on everyone. Sure, it'll be their first headlining tour, but that's just rude to The Charlatans. Like, come on, show some respect. And then (oh, this made me so mad), the music director of Edge 102 (I think his name's Neo Mann, but that's just too Matrix to be true) comes out and announces the concert next month, and he says (and I quote), "No one outside this room knows about it" AFTER HE'D HAD STARSAILOR ANNOUNCE IT ON THE RADIO ONLY TWO HOURS EARLIER! The radio, man! No one outside this room? That's such shit! How about no one outside this room who doesn't have a radio or an internet connection? You idot!

Hey, this entry's really angry, huh? I wonder what's up with that? Maybe I should have some tea and chill out. Yes. I will do that.