I'm gonna get a voice implant.
So I work, and go to school. And work... then school. Work. School. Over and over. I'm okay with work now, which is good, cause I used to hate any form of a job. So much so that would have physical symptoms such as head aches and queasiness while at work for no other reason than being at work. Now I kind of enjoy it. Much more than school. School's getting harder and harder to handle, especially when so much depends on the money I make at work. I can't cut down on hours with my job, cause I'd lose too many of the cute little perks I have now. So if a time issue comes up between school and work, the job usually has the upper hand. This isn't good. I know I need to devote more of myself and more of my time to school, but I don't have much more of either to give, and if I do that, I'll prolly implode. And by implode I mean explode. And by explode I mean lose my mind. And it feels kinda like that's close at hand anyway.
I'm thinking about going to the recording school that my apartment mate's going to. It's pretty cheap, I could get it done fast, and oh yeah, it's something I like to do anyway... prolly love to do. Spare time goes towards this. I wanna better guitar, better mics, a preamp, a decent combo amp, a set of electronic drums, a G5 with all needed audio software, and a MicroKorg. So if you win the lotto and feel generous, remember me.
I'd like to move into a house too, but this place is sooooo cheap and I kinda like not paying way lots for living space. Plus I just rearranged the living room and it's nice. Really opened up the place. Martha's going to jail. Too bad.
I got pulled over a few days ago for speeding. I feel I had a just reason for speeding, but apparently it's still against the law. I'm really paranoid about a certain section of highway close to my apartment these days. About two weeks ago, a man cut off another guy when the road narrows to a two-lane. The guy that got cut off somehow forced the cutter-offer to pull over and then shot him to death. So anyway, I was getting close to that section of the highway in a pretty tight bunch of cars, so I made my way to the front (without cutting anyone off) and distanced myself. I distanced too quickly in the officer's opinion.
Goodnight.
I'm thinking about going to the recording school that my apartment mate's going to. It's pretty cheap, I could get it done fast, and oh yeah, it's something I like to do anyway... prolly love to do. Spare time goes towards this. I wanna better guitar, better mics, a preamp, a decent combo amp, a set of electronic drums, a G5 with all needed audio software, and a MicroKorg. So if you win the lotto and feel generous, remember me.
I'd like to move into a house too, but this place is sooooo cheap and I kinda like not paying way lots for living space. Plus I just rearranged the living room and it's nice. Really opened up the place. Martha's going to jail. Too bad.
I got pulled over a few days ago for speeding. I feel I had a just reason for speeding, but apparently it's still against the law. I'm really paranoid about a certain section of highway close to my apartment these days. About two weeks ago, a man cut off another guy when the road narrows to a two-lane. The guy that got cut off somehow forced the cutter-offer to pull over and then shot him to death. So anyway, I was getting close to that section of the highway in a pretty tight bunch of cars, so I made my way to the front (without cutting anyone off) and distanced myself. I distanced too quickly in the officer's opinion.
Goodnight.