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I'm sure there could be better things for me to do right now, other than being on way too many cold drugs and babbling. But alas, I really don't feel like do anything else at the moment besides wondering why the hell I'm at my computer... and out of curiosity, should I be seeing floating yellow dots? I think so...
So last week goes down in my books as one of the crappiest weeks on the face of the earth. Everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong, including the fact I had a history exam. But that's beside the point.
I did have something to say, and well, I've forgotten most of it. Some good news is that my group and I will be playing Montreal next week which should prove to be a lot of fun, unless we really do get a rap crowd. Nonetheless, it would be funny as hell if we broke into progressive-freestyle, plus I need to work on my rapping skills now and then. We're also playing Club SAW a week from this upcoming friday (May 5th), which means if I know you, then you must come. -insert evil laugh of your choice right here...or here-
I was in Montreal last weekend to see God in concert. Mr. Satriani was so bloody phenominal it hurts my head even now.
Ari and Paul are back in town now, and I'm all in for a Sanchez reunion with good 'ol Zervas and the crew. We need capes with Sanchez printed on them.
Other than that, I must be off to be sick.
So last week goes down in my books as one of the crappiest weeks on the face of the earth. Everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong, including the fact I had a history exam. But that's beside the point.
I did have something to say, and well, I've forgotten most of it. Some good news is that my group and I will be playing Montreal next week which should prove to be a lot of fun, unless we really do get a rap crowd. Nonetheless, it would be funny as hell if we broke into progressive-freestyle, plus I need to work on my rapping skills now and then. We're also playing Club SAW a week from this upcoming friday (May 5th), which means if I know you, then you must come. -insert evil laugh of your choice right here...or here-
I was in Montreal last weekend to see God in concert. Mr. Satriani was so bloody phenominal it hurts my head even now.
Ari and Paul are back in town now, and I'm all in for a Sanchez reunion with good 'ol Zervas and the crew. We need capes with Sanchez printed on them.
Other than that, I must be off to be sick.