wii. adoption. and so much more.
ahhh, the lovely taste of klonopin and stress-reducing tea at 8 PM. so very minty. delicious. it's like having candy and my own private tea party! yay.
i came to a brilliant revelation earlier today. since god only knows what is going on with my life now, let alone in the future, if by the time i'm in my early thirties i'm alone and i still don't have a daughter, i completely forgot about adoption. if Envy is fated to never come about the way I've always, and still do, want her to come about, then i can at least adopt a baby girl and let her carry on the Envy Olivia name. it won't be quite like i wanted it....not at all how i wanted it...but at the very least i still have my daughter. it'll just be her and i, but hey, i'm sure it'll be a happy family....just not the type of real family i always wanted to have and never had myself.
sorry, getting into my own issues there. moving on...
all you kids who own a WII console, LOOK AT THIS.
send me a message, add me to your address books, and LEAVE A COMMENT WITH YOUR WII NUMBER so I can do the same.
here's my Wii #:
7448 0205 1056 8427
so please do the above. add me, let's chat, let's play games online, let's have fun.
....next up, xbox 360.
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oh, in a brief bit of news...
i got notification in my inbox yesterday that i had been scouted, and now a company is interested in my music.
and it's a real company too. i'm not making up a retarded joke here.
finally after doing this shit since i was 14, maybe it's going to actually pay off for once and i can get a quick jumpstart in the world of music.
who knows. you may be seeing me touring in your state very soon. my albums in retail stores.
ha. this is going to be really, really interesting. i have to call them back tomorrow.
for all...none of you who care about my music, i just thought i'd throw that in. someone is finally interested in me. i might just make it. wish me luck.
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in a few weeks is christmas.
then new year's eve.
i hate both holidays. they're depressing.
then comes my birthday.
i'll not be celebrating that this year. i have no desire to. i'll probably sit in my room and watch discovery times or discovery health or the science channel or something on all three days.
new year's eve. pfft. what, celebrate the passing of what was probably the worst year i've ever had in my life, just to ring in another year that's probably going to suck some more? yeah. thanks. i don't even know anyone in this city anymore, so it's not like i'll be spending it anywhere.
i'll hold a party here.
i can play with my transformers.
=====================================
after my birthday comes college work.
then comes college.
then, after college, i have dual degrees.
then, i become rich.
then, i adopt my daughter.
then i spoil her rotten and live a life where maybe, just maybe, i'll find another thing that makes me happy. i found one, but...that's not available anymore, so i need to find another.
let's hope that's a daughter.
i'm excited. i want to get school over with and just jump headfirst into the music business - even with these people pounding on my door, wanting to make Palecurve a real force in the music world. i can be a rockstar and have a stable job at the same time. it was always my plan from the beginning.
======================================
christmas gifts
i have christmas presents for some of you. granted, some of you refused and said don't get me anything...so i didn't. *cough*jin*cough*
otherwise, i got stuff for the following people.
* kristen (well, i have your birthday. i need to figure out your christmas. umm...give me time on that.)
* terri
* ari
* colure
* addison
* mark
* rebecca (i did not forget about you :P)
* annah
* kait
now, kristen, terri and rebecca, i can give you guys your gifts in person. kait, if you're reading this, i'm going to have it delivered to your house, but i need your address so i can send the card that goes with it.
the REST OF YOU.
i NEED YOUR ADDRESSES. if you WANT YOUR GIFTS GIVE ME YOUR ADDRESSES.
obviously, don't post them in a comment here. unless you want to.
e-mail them to palecurve@yahoo.com and CC them to patrick.joseph.burns@gmail.com. yes, those are periods separating my first, middle and last names. cc it so in case Yahoo junks it, Gmail won't.
but yeah. if you guys want the shit i got for you, fucking give me your goddamn addresses. i'm not going to stalk you (exception: ari) or suddenly show up at your door to hang out (exception: colure - actually, don't give me your pines address, give me the one where you'll be after graduation), so just fucking do it already. oy.
and if you say "don't get me anything" TOO FUCKING LATE. DON'T MAKE ME TAKE THIS SHIT BACK.
=======================================
thanks to those of you who commented on my last post, especially you, terri. thanks. give me a call sometime, okay?
notes:
kristen: i think i figured out your christmas present. it'll be crazy. i'll make a new year's resolution that we hang out more. how's that sound?
ari: you better read this and get in touch with me. assbag.
colure: thank you for your response too. it made me laugh. ;) ahhh, i'm so glad we've formed that lovely little joke. heh. but seriously, thank you for being a great friend.
rebecca: i got you the game and some other stuff! so fucking call me! fucker!
=======================================
scores volume two, "Another Sad Story" will be available through cafepress soon.
i have to go in and lengthen and kinda reconstruct the songs that i scored for ms. cantor's film, since most of them are very, very short. alternately, i may just offer the first half of the disc as the "movie half" and the second half as the "album half", featuring extended versions of the songs, stuff that didn't make it into the film and stuff recorded just for the release of the disc.
if you know anyone making a film who needs someone to score it, send them my way. i enjoy it and i'm free.
=======================================
oh. colure drew me a logo for palecurve, finally. i'll debut it soon at www.freewebs.com/palecurve. actually, that'll probably be www.palecurve.com, soon enough. it'll debut as part of the love/pain campaign for "my last will and testament" EP.
=======================================
anyway...that's it for now.
i'm tired and i have a doctor's appointment at an ungodly time in the morning.
i really, really need to look into the fact that when it's cold and i breathe in, it makes the lung that had the infarction and that has pleurisy hurt more than it's ever hurt since i had the blood clot. i also have to look into the fact that so far, ever since i fell coming home from grocery shopping (when i landed on my head and it bounced off the pavement, but landed on my bad lung too) that whenever i shower and merely rub my loofah over that part of my chest, i double over in agonizing pain. i don't know if i have a broken rib or what, but it hurts like a motherfucker.
...just no more blood clots. please.
i know that when i die it'll be because of one...but at least let me hit thirty before i do die, huh? that'd be nice.
okay.
enough babbling.
don't forget the new skinny puppy album, mythmaker, comes out in january, in time for my birthday. and i'm sure they'll tour. fucking awesome. maybe this time ogre won't be a dick to me. support the band! somebody come with me to their show that hasn't been announced yet!
have fun, kids. be good.
see you in my dreams.
i came to a brilliant revelation earlier today. since god only knows what is going on with my life now, let alone in the future, if by the time i'm in my early thirties i'm alone and i still don't have a daughter, i completely forgot about adoption. if Envy is fated to never come about the way I've always, and still do, want her to come about, then i can at least adopt a baby girl and let her carry on the Envy Olivia name. it won't be quite like i wanted it....not at all how i wanted it...but at the very least i still have my daughter. it'll just be her and i, but hey, i'm sure it'll be a happy family....just not the type of real family i always wanted to have and never had myself.
sorry, getting into my own issues there. moving on...
all you kids who own a WII console, LOOK AT THIS.
send me a message, add me to your address books, and LEAVE A COMMENT WITH YOUR WII NUMBER so I can do the same.
here's my Wii #:
7448 0205 1056 8427
so please do the above. add me, let's chat, let's play games online, let's have fun.
....next up, xbox 360.
======================================
oh, in a brief bit of news...
i got notification in my inbox yesterday that i had been scouted, and now a company is interested in my music.
and it's a real company too. i'm not making up a retarded joke here.
finally after doing this shit since i was 14, maybe it's going to actually pay off for once and i can get a quick jumpstart in the world of music.
who knows. you may be seeing me touring in your state very soon. my albums in retail stores.
ha. this is going to be really, really interesting. i have to call them back tomorrow.
for all...none of you who care about my music, i just thought i'd throw that in. someone is finally interested in me. i might just make it. wish me luck.
======================================
in a few weeks is christmas.
then new year's eve.
i hate both holidays. they're depressing.
then comes my birthday.
i'll not be celebrating that this year. i have no desire to. i'll probably sit in my room and watch discovery times or discovery health or the science channel or something on all three days.
new year's eve. pfft. what, celebrate the passing of what was probably the worst year i've ever had in my life, just to ring in another year that's probably going to suck some more? yeah. thanks. i don't even know anyone in this city anymore, so it's not like i'll be spending it anywhere.
i'll hold a party here.
i can play with my transformers.
=====================================
after my birthday comes college work.
then comes college.
then, after college, i have dual degrees.
then, i become rich.
then, i adopt my daughter.
then i spoil her rotten and live a life where maybe, just maybe, i'll find another thing that makes me happy. i found one, but...that's not available anymore, so i need to find another.
let's hope that's a daughter.
i'm excited. i want to get school over with and just jump headfirst into the music business - even with these people pounding on my door, wanting to make Palecurve a real force in the music world. i can be a rockstar and have a stable job at the same time. it was always my plan from the beginning.
======================================
christmas gifts
i have christmas presents for some of you. granted, some of you refused and said don't get me anything...so i didn't. *cough*jin*cough*
otherwise, i got stuff for the following people.
* kristen (well, i have your birthday. i need to figure out your christmas. umm...give me time on that.)
* terri
* ari
* colure
* addison
* mark
* rebecca (i did not forget about you :P)
* annah
* kait
now, kristen, terri and rebecca, i can give you guys your gifts in person. kait, if you're reading this, i'm going to have it delivered to your house, but i need your address so i can send the card that goes with it.
the REST OF YOU.
i NEED YOUR ADDRESSES. if you WANT YOUR GIFTS GIVE ME YOUR ADDRESSES.
obviously, don't post them in a comment here. unless you want to.
e-mail them to palecurve@yahoo.com and CC them to patrick.joseph.burns@gmail.com. yes, those are periods separating my first, middle and last names. cc it so in case Yahoo junks it, Gmail won't.
but yeah. if you guys want the shit i got for you, fucking give me your goddamn addresses. i'm not going to stalk you (exception: ari) or suddenly show up at your door to hang out (exception: colure - actually, don't give me your pines address, give me the one where you'll be after graduation), so just fucking do it already. oy.
and if you say "don't get me anything" TOO FUCKING LATE. DON'T MAKE ME TAKE THIS SHIT BACK.
=======================================
thanks to those of you who commented on my last post, especially you, terri. thanks. give me a call sometime, okay?
notes:
kristen: i think i figured out your christmas present. it'll be crazy. i'll make a new year's resolution that we hang out more. how's that sound?
ari: you better read this and get in touch with me. assbag.
colure: thank you for your response too. it made me laugh. ;) ahhh, i'm so glad we've formed that lovely little joke. heh. but seriously, thank you for being a great friend.
rebecca: i got you the game and some other stuff! so fucking call me! fucker!
=======================================
scores volume two, "Another Sad Story" will be available through cafepress soon.
i have to go in and lengthen and kinda reconstruct the songs that i scored for ms. cantor's film, since most of them are very, very short. alternately, i may just offer the first half of the disc as the "movie half" and the second half as the "album half", featuring extended versions of the songs, stuff that didn't make it into the film and stuff recorded just for the release of the disc.
if you know anyone making a film who needs someone to score it, send them my way. i enjoy it and i'm free.
=======================================
oh. colure drew me a logo for palecurve, finally. i'll debut it soon at www.freewebs.com/palecurve. actually, that'll probably be www.palecurve.com, soon enough. it'll debut as part of the love/pain campaign for "my last will and testament" EP.
=======================================
anyway...that's it for now.
i'm tired and i have a doctor's appointment at an ungodly time in the morning.
i really, really need to look into the fact that when it's cold and i breathe in, it makes the lung that had the infarction and that has pleurisy hurt more than it's ever hurt since i had the blood clot. i also have to look into the fact that so far, ever since i fell coming home from grocery shopping (when i landed on my head and it bounced off the pavement, but landed on my bad lung too) that whenever i shower and merely rub my loofah over that part of my chest, i double over in agonizing pain. i don't know if i have a broken rib or what, but it hurts like a motherfucker.
...just no more blood clots. please.
i know that when i die it'll be because of one...but at least let me hit thirty before i do die, huh? that'd be nice.
okay.
enough babbling.
don't forget the new skinny puppy album, mythmaker, comes out in january, in time for my birthday. and i'm sure they'll tour. fucking awesome. maybe this time ogre won't be a dick to me. support the band! somebody come with me to their show that hasn't been announced yet!
have fun, kids. be good.
see you in my dreams.