Obscurity, 6/4 time signatures, and potatoes
Times are strange, my friends. Classes have been listless so far. Chemistry and mechanics are pretty dull, jogging is little more than periodic cardiovascular exertion (but that's okay), and problem solving has unfortunately not received the attention from me that it deserves. Electronics is somewhat interesting and demanding, but is more a pain in the rear than anything. Gosh darn cunt-rag lab reports.
My relationship status is a little obscure right now - very odd. Every time I get the idea that it's going nowhere, something suddenly happens to make it promising again (not to mention filled with physics and cats!).
Good things are coming out of my composing with Tonic and Flash. We just need to stop starting new pieces and actually finish one. Once that happens, recording would probably not be far off.
I've been eating a lot of instant mashed potatoes lately. Mostly because it's the only food in this house, unless I decide to try to subsist on liquor, beer, condiments, and spices.
I feel the need to paint obscure text on a tee-shirt.
My relationship status is a little obscure right now - very odd. Every time I get the idea that it's going nowhere, something suddenly happens to make it promising again (not to mention filled with physics and cats!).
Good things are coming out of my composing with Tonic and Flash. We just need to stop starting new pieces and actually finish one. Once that happens, recording would probably not be far off.
I've been eating a lot of instant mashed potatoes lately. Mostly because it's the only food in this house, unless I decide to try to subsist on liquor, beer, condiments, and spices.
I feel the need to paint obscure text on a tee-shirt.