well now it's all over the room as well, stop throwing shit in the fan.
i haven't gotten my cab yet that i ordered on ebay and i'm a little pissed since he sent me the tracking number but he never actually delivered it to the fedex station. so it's still in california. and i'm here. and i'm not pleased. at all. i want to have that cab soon because i have to rewire it with monster cable and load the speakers into my marshall cab. mothere fucker. send me my shit.
we (belarus) got a new song up on myspace, and people seem to like it. it's my favorite song so far. i keep getting compliments that involve them mentioning "arcasia" in some way. i don't really mind it anymore. i'm just glad that people are finally getting used to the fact that arcasia is dead, and will never be reborn. i really wish people had heard some of the music we were writing before the breakup. it was horrible!!!! if you had heard it you never would have wanted arcasia to come back! i just sort of lost my focus and was too concerned with trying to do something completely different from what i had ever done before. that's what happened with the compass failure. i just wanted it to be something new, for me and for everyone. but i just wasn't happy with it in the end. i'm a loser pop punk kid at heart, and i'll always be that way. i mean, i love a lot of indie bands, or rock bands, or fuckin prog bands. but i'm a pop singer. it's what i do. so i guess we're doing a little of prog, a lot of pop. it just sounds better that way. and i have more fun with it. we started writing a new song the other day and so far it sounds wicked good. it's just a matter of fleshing out the song and making it sound super sweet.
so aaron went down to kansas to visit his girlfriend last weekend. and he almost died. his plane like hit a bird and it cracked the windshield and they had to land before "losing cabin pressure". so after like 28 hours of layovers and other fucked up shit, they finally got him home and then gave him free round trip airfair for his troubles. it's like "hey you almost died, he's another free flight for you! maybe we'll get you next time!". fuck airplanes. if i have to go anywhere i'll just drive or fucking swim. at least that way i'm somewhat in control of what's happening.
it's only a little after 2 right now, and i'm here till nine. jesus boner popping christ. i hate working. it's not because i'm lazy, because i don't mind having to do work. but i know i'd rather be playing and practicing and doing tour and shit. it just sucks that i have to do this bullshit work before i get something worked out with the band. i mean, i know we've only been doing this for like 4 months but goddamnit, i'm ready to go! i don't want to sit in an office anymore wasting my time when i know i could be doing something i love. damn bills.
if you haven't gone and seen Episode three then you are a piece of shit and i hate you. nah, i'm kidding, i don't hate you. but you are a piece of shit. and you should go see it. if you don't like star wars then it's probably because you grew up with a collection of "my little ponies" stuck up your ass, or you prefer bathing in a tub full of hacksaws. either way, you're fucked up. i'm going to go see it again, so if you want to go, let me know, so we can go together. i'll go see it again. duh.
and as long as i'm ranting here, i want my friends to stop being sick. this is totally retarded, because they are good people and they don't deserve to feel that way. there are plenty of assholes out there that should get some fucked up disease that makes their ass turn into a black hole and suck up all the shit they put out everyday. fuck them. my friends are awesome. i'm an asshole, just make me sick with what they have so they can be fine.
and by the way, all my friends are friends with each other. none of my friends are allowed to talk shit about my other friends. end of story. this is not up for debate. joking around it fine. but when you get serious, then i get serious, and i was pwn your ass. | 4/\/\ 73|-| 1337 |-|4x0r!i!i!i!
if you're throwing a pity party then you better have punch and pie. or i'm not fucking going.
love you miss you wish you were here!
xoxo
we (belarus) got a new song up on myspace, and people seem to like it. it's my favorite song so far. i keep getting compliments that involve them mentioning "arcasia" in some way. i don't really mind it anymore. i'm just glad that people are finally getting used to the fact that arcasia is dead, and will never be reborn. i really wish people had heard some of the music we were writing before the breakup. it was horrible!!!! if you had heard it you never would have wanted arcasia to come back! i just sort of lost my focus and was too concerned with trying to do something completely different from what i had ever done before. that's what happened with the compass failure. i just wanted it to be something new, for me and for everyone. but i just wasn't happy with it in the end. i'm a loser pop punk kid at heart, and i'll always be that way. i mean, i love a lot of indie bands, or rock bands, or fuckin prog bands. but i'm a pop singer. it's what i do. so i guess we're doing a little of prog, a lot of pop. it just sounds better that way. and i have more fun with it. we started writing a new song the other day and so far it sounds wicked good. it's just a matter of fleshing out the song and making it sound super sweet.
so aaron went down to kansas to visit his girlfriend last weekend. and he almost died. his plane like hit a bird and it cracked the windshield and they had to land before "losing cabin pressure". so after like 28 hours of layovers and other fucked up shit, they finally got him home and then gave him free round trip airfair for his troubles. it's like "hey you almost died, he's another free flight for you! maybe we'll get you next time!". fuck airplanes. if i have to go anywhere i'll just drive or fucking swim. at least that way i'm somewhat in control of what's happening.
it's only a little after 2 right now, and i'm here till nine. jesus boner popping christ. i hate working. it's not because i'm lazy, because i don't mind having to do work. but i know i'd rather be playing and practicing and doing tour and shit. it just sucks that i have to do this bullshit work before i get something worked out with the band. i mean, i know we've only been doing this for like 4 months but goddamnit, i'm ready to go! i don't want to sit in an office anymore wasting my time when i know i could be doing something i love. damn bills.
if you haven't gone and seen Episode three then you are a piece of shit and i hate you. nah, i'm kidding, i don't hate you. but you are a piece of shit. and you should go see it. if you don't like star wars then it's probably because you grew up with a collection of "my little ponies" stuck up your ass, or you prefer bathing in a tub full of hacksaws. either way, you're fucked up. i'm going to go see it again, so if you want to go, let me know, so we can go together. i'll go see it again. duh.
and as long as i'm ranting here, i want my friends to stop being sick. this is totally retarded, because they are good people and they don't deserve to feel that way. there are plenty of assholes out there that should get some fucked up disease that makes their ass turn into a black hole and suck up all the shit they put out everyday. fuck them. my friends are awesome. i'm an asshole, just make me sick with what they have so they can be fine.
and by the way, all my friends are friends with each other. none of my friends are allowed to talk shit about my other friends. end of story. this is not up for debate. joking around it fine. but when you get serious, then i get serious, and i was pwn your ass. | 4/\/\ 73|-| 1337 |-|4x0r!i!i!i!
if you're throwing a pity party then you better have punch and pie. or i'm not fucking going.
love you miss you wish you were here!
xoxo