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I think I'm getting a hold on things. Separating the bad from the good. I know what I want to do in my life and I'm just very frustrated with working at the rat still and having to give a shit about giving people breaks and dealing with horrible people 80% of the time. I don't care about your pizza, fuck off. I've realized that music has been the biggest, most influential blessing that's come into my life. At the same time it's taking me away from everything and everyone. Everything I love and do is somehow related to music and it always leads me to being alone for stretches of 12 hours. Most of the time I'm locked up with a bunch of dudes cracking jokes and relating everything to a sexual innuendo, but I'm getting tired of only attending sausage fests in front of a console. It'd be refreshing to talk/hang out with my actual friends, if I have any friends left. Everyone is either depressed, thrown about the country/north america, confused, hopeless, unrecognizable or torn apart. Fortunately enough I have Elyse to hang out with.
The whole point is I don't exist anymore. It's been depressing me for a very long time.
I'm going to Wallingford CT this upcoming friday for pretty much 2 weeks to record with my friend Chris at this guy's studio where all he does is pay for electricity considering he owns the property. We're charging $50 per hour, 1/3 goes to the studio manager, 1/3 goes to whoever finds the band (but me and Chris split it), and 1/3 goes to the engineers. We have sessions booked noon to midnight or later if we can squeeze the money out of the client. So I'm making bank doing something I thoroughly enjoy. That's a plus. The day after I get back I'm doing my summer semester on May 11th. So long 2 and 1/2 week summer vacation haha Oh well, fuck breaks, I can't deal with relaxation anywhoooo. Hopefully I can socialize over this summer, if anyone is even around/willing to socialize/I even exist. Work in the AM, woot woot. Oh yeah, Benson showed me the best Metal/Crunk band in the world. fuck.
The whole point is I don't exist anymore. It's been depressing me for a very long time.
I'm going to Wallingford CT this upcoming friday for pretty much 2 weeks to record with my friend Chris at this guy's studio where all he does is pay for electricity considering he owns the property. We're charging $50 per hour, 1/3 goes to the studio manager, 1/3 goes to whoever finds the band (but me and Chris split it), and 1/3 goes to the engineers. We have sessions booked noon to midnight or later if we can squeeze the money out of the client. So I'm making bank doing something I thoroughly enjoy. That's a plus. The day after I get back I'm doing my summer semester on May 11th. So long 2 and 1/2 week summer vacation haha Oh well, fuck breaks, I can't deal with relaxation anywhoooo. Hopefully I can socialize over this summer, if anyone is even around/willing to socialize/I even exist. Work in the AM, woot woot. Oh yeah, Benson showed me the best Metal/Crunk band in the world. fuck.