And God only knows when it will rain again.
So things are picking up more. It could be the holiday season. But the band is getting busy, only some of us dont know it. We're recording our EP in 2 weeks. 6 songs. 5 bucks. (I think). Trust me, the very few of you that read this are going to want to purchase this album. So we're going to be practicing a lot in the next 2 weeks. Still looking for shows. Still looking for money. :)
As far as me...I could be better. As much as I enjoy the simple drama and the current struggle with time, Im still in the clouds as far as the love scam goes. Im looking...not wanting. As in, there are certain people that would make great canidates for Mrs. David Dzambo, but the question for me basically is do I really want to put myself through what seems to be the tradition as far as dating goes. Fake a personality, fall in love with idea of eachother, find out they are the opposite of their first impression, break up and call it a day. Im starting to wonder if I should go with the "gut" thing again. You know, wait for someone to walk into a room, feel that they have some sort of addition to your future, never talk to them and watch as they meet some other jock whos idea of a good time is dressing in polo shirts with the collar up, dock martins and hitting up the bar with 8 of his frat brothers talking about how smashed they were the night before OR some guy whos picture should appear next to the word Dull and his way of life consists of getting to the impossible level 9 of Final Fantasy, thinks that McDonalds has some sort of control of the America and his choice of cigarettes are the ever so classic regular Marlboro. I would speak to the mystery girl, if she ever shows up, but it seems that my inability to socialize with strangers (unless drunk) keeps me glued to my booth staring down at a notebook full of songs about finding the right girl or the girls who I blew it with or the ones who should get their tubes tied because no one wants the stupidity level to rise in this country. I dont know.
Im done ranting. But know that Im ok. Im not depressed...I think, but I am a little lonely and Im pondering the idea of becoming a constant drunk who buys stock in Polo and joina frat so everyone becomes my friend and I can run down a list of girls who find me to be the best boyfriend ever! (sticks finger down throat)
So long.
As far as me...I could be better. As much as I enjoy the simple drama and the current struggle with time, Im still in the clouds as far as the love scam goes. Im looking...not wanting. As in, there are certain people that would make great canidates for Mrs. David Dzambo, but the question for me basically is do I really want to put myself through what seems to be the tradition as far as dating goes. Fake a personality, fall in love with idea of eachother, find out they are the opposite of their first impression, break up and call it a day. Im starting to wonder if I should go with the "gut" thing again. You know, wait for someone to walk into a room, feel that they have some sort of addition to your future, never talk to them and watch as they meet some other jock whos idea of a good time is dressing in polo shirts with the collar up, dock martins and hitting up the bar with 8 of his frat brothers talking about how smashed they were the night before OR some guy whos picture should appear next to the word Dull and his way of life consists of getting to the impossible level 9 of Final Fantasy, thinks that McDonalds has some sort of control of the America and his choice of cigarettes are the ever so classic regular Marlboro. I would speak to the mystery girl, if she ever shows up, but it seems that my inability to socialize with strangers (unless drunk) keeps me glued to my booth staring down at a notebook full of songs about finding the right girl or the girls who I blew it with or the ones who should get their tubes tied because no one wants the stupidity level to rise in this country. I dont know.
Im done ranting. But know that Im ok. Im not depressed...I think, but I am a little lonely and Im pondering the idea of becoming a constant drunk who buys stock in Polo and joina frat so everyone becomes my friend and I can run down a list of girls who find me to be the best boyfriend ever! (sticks finger down throat)
So long.