stuck on the ceiling like a stalactite
it used to irritate me to see how much people take things for granted. i think i'm in enough of a zen-like state right now (meds? perhaps.) that i'm able to avoid taking simple things for granted in my own life. people have a lot of fucked up priorities. i have the benefit of having lost near-everything and being able to start again from square -1. once i get motoring i think i'm going to be a lot better off for what i've been through. at least that's what i tell myself, but i think it's true.
fuck this mouse in my room. too many late night snacks in bed. he's kind of a cutie though.
i'm listening to seven original songs on repeat. it's a pretty good feeling to :
a) finally have original songs.
b) genuinely enjoy all of the songs i've produced so far.
the fact that i haven't gotten sick of them yet and that i did them all in one take in my bedroom bodes well for my future in music. it's always been my dream. and i'm doing shit-else. so why the fuck not start to go for it.
can't wait for a band or a studio. or a stage. or some college - fuck, i'm bored.
expletive, complaint.
i doubt that anyone still livejournals, but i always say that when i come back to it. i always claim that i'll update consistently too. maybe it's the truth this time. i always liked my terse and pithy (thanks simon(simon doesnt read livejournal but i'm thanking him for conscience('s?) sake)) writing style. its amazing and somewhat irksome that i'm more intelligent than a lot of my one-time peers who will have degrees come spring. not cocky, confident. oh life, how you've fucked me. i suppose it was a good fuck though.
fuck mccain and obama. obama slightly less. sarah palin is ridiculous. snl sucks.
//i wear my sunglasses at night//
and there's a dark brown tint to my sunday morning//
honeybees swarm//
as the ants march in//
to the beat//
of the sound//
of alarms give warning//
peace.
fuck this mouse in my room. too many late night snacks in bed. he's kind of a cutie though.
i'm listening to seven original songs on repeat. it's a pretty good feeling to :
a) finally have original songs.
b) genuinely enjoy all of the songs i've produced so far.
the fact that i haven't gotten sick of them yet and that i did them all in one take in my bedroom bodes well for my future in music. it's always been my dream. and i'm doing shit-else. so why the fuck not start to go for it.
can't wait for a band or a studio. or a stage. or some college - fuck, i'm bored.
expletive, complaint.
i doubt that anyone still livejournals, but i always say that when i come back to it. i always claim that i'll update consistently too. maybe it's the truth this time. i always liked my terse and pithy (thanks simon(simon doesnt read livejournal but i'm thanking him for conscience('s?) sake)) writing style. its amazing and somewhat irksome that i'm more intelligent than a lot of my one-time peers who will have degrees come spring. not cocky, confident. oh life, how you've fucked me. i suppose it was a good fuck though.
fuck mccain and obama. obama slightly less. sarah palin is ridiculous. snl sucks.
//i wear my sunglasses at night//
and there's a dark brown tint to my sunday morning//
honeybees swarm//
as the ants march in//
to the beat//
of the sound//
of alarms give warning//
peace.