For some reason, Club remix?
So I feel like there is a lot of shifting turmoil in my head right now, that is begging me to express it creatively... only I'm not sure how. Writing something is a good start - but, as is ever the problem, I feel like I need to be validated by other people's responses. That's why the concept of a "LiveJournal" entices me in the first place, but it doesn't work when it just might as well be private anyway.
Ahem. Excuse my bitching, please.
I wanted to say something along the lines of "So I'm not going to wish a pointless 'Merry Christmas!' to everyone out there, because I'm sure it's already been done to death"... but I've only seen one, so to that end, Merry Christmas to everyone out there in Internet-land. Special shout-outs to Jasmine, as she has graciously managed to secure me a dope shirt which I hope to receive in the mail... also, to Dylan, if he still reads this (as I read his), hoping he's still doing well and that he's managed to hang on to more friends than I have. And, um... also to Claire, if she reads this, 'cause I like knowing my sister is reading my journal... and Courtenay, as I owe her a present that I should hopefully deliver the next time I see her. Sorry if I neglected anyone, but that more than covers my normal reader base, a yeah-yeah.
So how was Christmas? Not as compelling as I once found it, at the very least. Many new possessions are under my wing, however, such as the headphones and iPod which I am utilizing right now. I must admit that iTunes is an annoying little bitch of a piece of proprietary software, but the whole 'browsing through album art' enticed me... as did uploading photos and videos, though I must say I am annoyed that I can't set my photos as backgrounds. Other stuff about the 'Pod is cool though, so I'm happy I have it. Other notable presents include 100$ worth of gift certificates at Island Drums (which I am spending tomorrow), two pairs of fuzzy socks, gel inserts for my shoes, a watch, and a pack of pens (blue, yergh, but at least the thought is there). The best present is obviously the 'Pod, followed by the 'Phones... and, hmm, what did my sister get me? Oh yes, third up is probably the awesome bundled stick brushes (called a 'Rute') Claire got me, allowing me to play quieter, and just 'differenter' on my kit. Certificates are probably getting spent on new heads for all my drums... or maybe a new cymbal. Or brushes. But probably the heads.
I can't help but thinking my life could be more interesting than it is. There are so many factors that are just inhibiting my enjoyment of everything around me... I think lack of stimulating intellectual conversation is one of them, but there's not really anything I can do about that, is there? Other stuff would be not enough music-nerdery, not enough PLAYING of music, not enough band progress, not enough noise, and ... one other thing I won't mention because my sister would be all 'ewwwww'.
On second thought, forget that. The last thing my life needs more of is kinkier sex. There, I said it, and Claire, I laugh at your disgust. One day you too will grow up and have a partner, and realize that sex is an enjoyable activity. Until then, I'm sorry I brought up the talk of cooties to you.
I really need to think of a cool name for my solo-noise project that I still have yet to complete any real work on. I think I need some contact mics first... but after that, I have all the VSTs I can handle, as well as a recording program, a borrowed guitar, one I'm buying after that, two amps, and an analog keyboard. I only need a mixer and some patch chords, I think.
Other than that? I dunno. Lots of stuff to talk about, but I don't feel close enough to anyone to let it out. It's silly to have a weepy livejournal where I bitch about people I'm not even close enough to in order to pretend to be friends with them... so whatevs, y'all.
Plans for the future:
Work at Subway, pay off debt, buy mixing board, contact mics, chords, guitar, effects pedals, MIDI controller... treat my lovely girlfriend to a night on the town, perhaps address some trifles with our relationship... find a vocalist for the band, get a bunch of songs done including vocals, record a demo, play some damn shows... minorly learn the guitar and keyboard, think of a name for myself as a solo project (one for noise, one for other stuff), record some fucking noise music, finish my breakcore song and make it not sound like shit, totally reassess the intimate dynamic between myself and my significant other... learn to sound passable when singing the song "Citrus" by The Hold Steady, and subsequently wow the masses by doing so in public... convince Brie to practice on her electric guitar, manage to get her and myself and Breanna and Joel together to hang out and jam, cook something new this week, work on hanging out with Jesse, Ali, and the DnD Group. Adhere to my pact, find someone to talk to, be happier. Remember this list.
Ahem. Excuse my bitching, please.
I wanted to say something along the lines of "So I'm not going to wish a pointless 'Merry Christmas!' to everyone out there, because I'm sure it's already been done to death"... but I've only seen one, so to that end, Merry Christmas to everyone out there in Internet-land. Special shout-outs to Jasmine, as she has graciously managed to secure me a dope shirt which I hope to receive in the mail... also, to Dylan, if he still reads this (as I read his), hoping he's still doing well and that he's managed to hang on to more friends than I have. And, um... also to Claire, if she reads this, 'cause I like knowing my sister is reading my journal... and Courtenay, as I owe her a present that I should hopefully deliver the next time I see her. Sorry if I neglected anyone, but that more than covers my normal reader base, a yeah-yeah.
So how was Christmas? Not as compelling as I once found it, at the very least. Many new possessions are under my wing, however, such as the headphones and iPod which I am utilizing right now. I must admit that iTunes is an annoying little bitch of a piece of proprietary software, but the whole 'browsing through album art' enticed me... as did uploading photos and videos, though I must say I am annoyed that I can't set my photos as backgrounds. Other stuff about the 'Pod is cool though, so I'm happy I have it. Other notable presents include 100$ worth of gift certificates at Island Drums (which I am spending tomorrow), two pairs of fuzzy socks, gel inserts for my shoes, a watch, and a pack of pens (blue, yergh, but at least the thought is there). The best present is obviously the 'Pod, followed by the 'Phones... and, hmm, what did my sister get me? Oh yes, third up is probably the awesome bundled stick brushes (called a 'Rute') Claire got me, allowing me to play quieter, and just 'differenter' on my kit. Certificates are probably getting spent on new heads for all my drums... or maybe a new cymbal. Or brushes. But probably the heads.
I can't help but thinking my life could be more interesting than it is. There are so many factors that are just inhibiting my enjoyment of everything around me... I think lack of stimulating intellectual conversation is one of them, but there's not really anything I can do about that, is there? Other stuff would be not enough music-nerdery, not enough PLAYING of music, not enough band progress, not enough noise, and ... one other thing I won't mention because my sister would be all 'ewwwww'.
On second thought, forget that. The last thing my life needs more of is kinkier sex. There, I said it, and Claire, I laugh at your disgust. One day you too will grow up and have a partner, and realize that sex is an enjoyable activity. Until then, I'm sorry I brought up the talk of cooties to you.
I really need to think of a cool name for my solo-noise project that I still have yet to complete any real work on. I think I need some contact mics first... but after that, I have all the VSTs I can handle, as well as a recording program, a borrowed guitar, one I'm buying after that, two amps, and an analog keyboard. I only need a mixer and some patch chords, I think.
Other than that? I dunno. Lots of stuff to talk about, but I don't feel close enough to anyone to let it out. It's silly to have a weepy livejournal where I bitch about people I'm not even close enough to in order to pretend to be friends with them... so whatevs, y'all.
Plans for the future:
Work at Subway, pay off debt, buy mixing board, contact mics, chords, guitar, effects pedals, MIDI controller... treat my lovely girlfriend to a night on the town, perhaps address some trifles with our relationship... find a vocalist for the band, get a bunch of songs done including vocals, record a demo, play some damn shows... minorly learn the guitar and keyboard, think of a name for myself as a solo project (one for noise, one for other stuff), record some fucking noise music, finish my breakcore song and make it not sound like shit, totally reassess the intimate dynamic between myself and my significant other... learn to sound passable when singing the song "Citrus" by The Hold Steady, and subsequently wow the masses by doing so in public... convince Brie to practice on her electric guitar, manage to get her and myself and Breanna and Joel together to hang out and jam, cook something new this week, work on hanging out with Jesse, Ali, and the DnD Group. Adhere to my pact, find someone to talk to, be happier. Remember this list.