Ouf.
It's been a heck of a week.
Not that that's important or anything, it's just been crazy. I've been watching a lot of movies lately. I finally saw "An American Haunting" today, which I've been meaning to watch for a while. It was dumb, and I was dissapointed. Yesterday I watched "The Jacket" for the first time, and I thought it was great. I went from one hell of a cinematic adventure to complete shite in one day. It sucks when that happens. I also have "Birthday Girl," with Nicole Kidman, but I haven't watched that yet.
Speaking of movies, has anyone seen Watchmen yet? I still haven't freaking seen it, but I really really want to...I want to know if it's worth buying the DVD when it comes out.
I finally found my lost Opeth CDs the other day, so I feel much better now that I have the majority of their albums back. I was missing my old school Opeth...
I also managed to sleep funny yet again and tensed my shoulders, yet again, so I feel pretty crappy again. I wish I knew how to sleep without hurting myself. Hell, I wish I could do most things without hurting myself, but I'm a clutz.
My writing isn't going so well, either. I'm stuck in a creative rut again...I can write riffs, chord progressions, themes...but not a single line of lyrics. It feels like it takes me 3 weeks to write a song, and another 2 months to be happy with it. I feel like the Guns 'n' Roses of unsigned bands...14 years later, I'll finally finish an album's worth of material. Not like I could record it, anyway...I still haven't gotten a USB adapter for my old laptop hard drive (after the laptop fried), so I can't install my home studio program onto my brother's computer (which he's letting me use to record..*sigh*), which means I can't record a damn thing. I guess I'm having issues writing because I'm too focused on the final product, when I should be focusing on the task at hand. Oh, well. I'll figure it out eventually.
I have issues with cockroaches. I'll leave this point with that and the statement that this is not fuel for practical jokes. Seriously, not cool.
Every time I've come home to visit these past two days (I'm currently house-sitting), the dog (our retarded German Shepard) sniffs me until I think she's going to suck my eyeballs out of my ass, then jumps on me when she realizes that it's just me and gets all excited. Big paws + crotch = mega ow.
It's been one of those weeks where every other day, I feel like bashing my head against something hard and screaming "I DON'T LIKE LEMON SORBET!!!" Why I would scream that, I have no idea.
Wow. I really needed to rant like that. If you made it through all that BS, congratulations, you get a cyber-cookie.
Not that that's important or anything, it's just been crazy. I've been watching a lot of movies lately. I finally saw "An American Haunting" today, which I've been meaning to watch for a while. It was dumb, and I was dissapointed. Yesterday I watched "The Jacket" for the first time, and I thought it was great. I went from one hell of a cinematic adventure to complete shite in one day. It sucks when that happens. I also have "Birthday Girl," with Nicole Kidman, but I haven't watched that yet.
Speaking of movies, has anyone seen Watchmen yet? I still haven't freaking seen it, but I really really want to...I want to know if it's worth buying the DVD when it comes out.
I finally found my lost Opeth CDs the other day, so I feel much better now that I have the majority of their albums back. I was missing my old school Opeth...
I also managed to sleep funny yet again and tensed my shoulders, yet again, so I feel pretty crappy again. I wish I knew how to sleep without hurting myself. Hell, I wish I could do most things without hurting myself, but I'm a clutz.
My writing isn't going so well, either. I'm stuck in a creative rut again...I can write riffs, chord progressions, themes...but not a single line of lyrics. It feels like it takes me 3 weeks to write a song, and another 2 months to be happy with it. I feel like the Guns 'n' Roses of unsigned bands...14 years later, I'll finally finish an album's worth of material. Not like I could record it, anyway...I still haven't gotten a USB adapter for my old laptop hard drive (after the laptop fried), so I can't install my home studio program onto my brother's computer (which he's letting me use to record..*sigh*), which means I can't record a damn thing. I guess I'm having issues writing because I'm too focused on the final product, when I should be focusing on the task at hand. Oh, well. I'll figure it out eventually.
I have issues with cockroaches. I'll leave this point with that and the statement that this is not fuel for practical jokes. Seriously, not cool.
Every time I've come home to visit these past two days (I'm currently house-sitting), the dog (our retarded German Shepard) sniffs me until I think she's going to suck my eyeballs out of my ass, then jumps on me when she realizes that it's just me and gets all excited. Big paws + crotch = mega ow.
It's been one of those weeks where every other day, I feel like bashing my head against something hard and screaming "I DON'T LIKE LEMON SORBET!!!" Why I would scream that, I have no idea.
Wow. I really needed to rant like that. If you made it through all that BS, congratulations, you get a cyber-cookie.