Neglect...
is a word that may describe what I have done to my livejournal in the past half year or so but it's not like you can blame me for anything cause I didn't fucking do it, I did not.
Now that we have that out of the way I can write to remind myself later on in the future of what I have done in the past. So presently I will be recording with my good friend KBJP, maybe you know him, he's kinda fruity but, whatever, I mean, like he's an okay guy sometimes. You know what scratch that, I might even go as far as to say he's superb at being somewhat decent most of the time. But they can't all be winners now can they.
You could say I'm not enrolled in school right now and that would a true. I plan on going back in the near future, I'm shooting for next fall to allow myself ample time to save up enough money to move the eff out of my parent's house. It's pretty pathetic, I have lived just a tidbit more than a two decades and I'm still here. It sure is nice to have someone cook for you and clean up after you... sometimes, but all in all I'm ready to move out in many ways except economically, naw ain't dat about a bitch.
So right now I'm about half way through the new Explosions in the Sky album All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone and I must say, I was expecting them to put something shitty out after they just released a cd of songs that they wrote while in the studio. But nevertheless, as the band has done time and time again, they amazed me with there capability to make me wish I had wrote the songs they did which for me is the ultimate test of a band. If I listen to a song and become jealous that whomever stumbled upon this gorgeous melody before I was able to, I immediately know I love the song.
Oh yeah, the other day at work I was cleaning the solvent still as I normally do once a week . I became violently ill as I was removing an immense amount of leftover hexane, IPA, and tolune out of the bottom of the barrel. As the vapors seeped into the air I noticed people walking by holding their noses, it was then I decided I should grab my mask. When I returned to the still with my mask I continued to clean it out with rags soaking up the we'll just say "sludge" like material. I began to gag. My first thought was move the mask but this proved difficult being my purple nitrile gloves were covered in the "sludge" so I used the my two wrists to move the mask and in the nick of time I threw up in the garbage can. Now normally I don't smell things well, you could even say most of the time I'm smelldeaf, but today my nostrils were especially clear thus allowing me to breath deep the darkness into my soul or rather my lungs where it seemed to linger for the next hour or so. Larry, a dude from the plant, told me to go get some fresh air so I went outside, took a deep breath of air and vomited three more times. This is when I decided to drink some water. I then went back up to the lab to tell my co workers of my problems where no one knew why I was puking. Bob told me to go outside for twenty minutes and I did. Two minutes in my twenty I thew up three more times. This is when I decided I should go home thus ending my story on how I vomited at work a lot.
I sure do hope you enjoyed my story and or post or maybe both or maybe neither, whatever.
Daniel Jeremiah Medina
Now that we have that out of the way I can write to remind myself later on in the future of what I have done in the past. So presently I will be recording with my good friend KBJP, maybe you know him, he's kinda fruity but, whatever, I mean, like he's an okay guy sometimes. You know what scratch that, I might even go as far as to say he's superb at being somewhat decent most of the time. But they can't all be winners now can they.
You could say I'm not enrolled in school right now and that would a true. I plan on going back in the near future, I'm shooting for next fall to allow myself ample time to save up enough money to move the eff out of my parent's house. It's pretty pathetic, I have lived just a tidbit more than a two decades and I'm still here. It sure is nice to have someone cook for you and clean up after you... sometimes, but all in all I'm ready to move out in many ways except economically, naw ain't dat about a bitch.
So right now I'm about half way through the new Explosions in the Sky album All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone and I must say, I was expecting them to put something shitty out after they just released a cd of songs that they wrote while in the studio. But nevertheless, as the band has done time and time again, they amazed me with there capability to make me wish I had wrote the songs they did which for me is the ultimate test of a band. If I listen to a song and become jealous that whomever stumbled upon this gorgeous melody before I was able to, I immediately know I love the song.
Oh yeah, the other day at work I was cleaning the solvent still as I normally do once a week . I became violently ill as I was removing an immense amount of leftover hexane, IPA, and tolune out of the bottom of the barrel. As the vapors seeped into the air I noticed people walking by holding their noses, it was then I decided I should grab my mask. When I returned to the still with my mask I continued to clean it out with rags soaking up the we'll just say "sludge" like material. I began to gag. My first thought was move the mask but this proved difficult being my purple nitrile gloves were covered in the "sludge" so I used the my two wrists to move the mask and in the nick of time I threw up in the garbage can. Now normally I don't smell things well, you could even say most of the time I'm smelldeaf, but today my nostrils were especially clear thus allowing me to breath deep the darkness into my soul or rather my lungs where it seemed to linger for the next hour or so. Larry, a dude from the plant, told me to go get some fresh air so I went outside, took a deep breath of air and vomited three more times. This is when I decided to drink some water. I then went back up to the lab to tell my co workers of my problems where no one knew why I was puking. Bob told me to go outside for twenty minutes and I did. Two minutes in my twenty I thew up three more times. This is when I decided I should go home thus ending my story on how I vomited at work a lot.
I sure do hope you enjoyed my story and or post or maybe both or maybe neither, whatever.
Daniel Jeremiah Medina