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this has been quite an interesting week thus far.
today i spent a good couple of hours talking to BJ. At first he sort of slammed the door in my face, but after getting my tank filled i turned around for round two. that time worked, we talked about Berkeley, the womens in our lives, and all that jazz. We both said we need to start spending time together, i hope we both follow through with that. do dat do do dat dat dat.
i got 31g's "release the bats" and some girls' "heavens pregnant teens" in mail today. Both on vinyl, both colored. thus far, the only really good song on the compilation was by melt banana.
all this week i've had these creative outbursts, and the inability to not talk to interesting people. it's wednesday and suddenly i have phone numbers from raaaaandom people. will i call them? . . . probably.
i'm going to get to work on more photoshop peices. "art" or whatever, i just have so many ideas that i want to make instead of putting them on the backburner like i've done to so much other crap. Today after getting some homework done i stopped by to talk to professor Brozavitch, i think i might sit in his art lectures and just soak that shit up. Why not?
speaking of creativity. Tomorrow is a meeting with zack, kiel, and possibly ricky. am i excited? fuck yea.
tomorrow is also a C++ test. What a bitch
oh so once i was in a shitty mood and was talking hellza trash about the current state of hardcore (i would now, but that would require me to care about it). I wrote a letter to remembering never about it, and thanked them for being thematically iconoclastic to all the shitty bands out there. just a day ago i bought their new album and something struck a chord in me when i read their lyrics:
"I've got a pocket full of dirt, but in my hand is a thank you note"
This would be in context. The song is basically a "thanks for your support all you fans out there" song. at the least i had helped to inspire a RN song. yeowza.
anyway, i'm going to cram some C++ down my throat and then pass out. life's good, life's tiring.
oh yea. Honey, i love you.
today i spent a good couple of hours talking to BJ. At first he sort of slammed the door in my face, but after getting my tank filled i turned around for round two. that time worked, we talked about Berkeley, the womens in our lives, and all that jazz. We both said we need to start spending time together, i hope we both follow through with that. do dat do do dat dat dat.
i got 31g's "release the bats" and some girls' "heavens pregnant teens" in mail today. Both on vinyl, both colored. thus far, the only really good song on the compilation was by melt banana.
all this week i've had these creative outbursts, and the inability to not talk to interesting people. it's wednesday and suddenly i have phone numbers from raaaaandom people. will i call them? . . . probably.
i'm going to get to work on more photoshop peices. "art" or whatever, i just have so many ideas that i want to make instead of putting them on the backburner like i've done to so much other crap. Today after getting some homework done i stopped by to talk to professor Brozavitch, i think i might sit in his art lectures and just soak that shit up. Why not?
speaking of creativity. Tomorrow is a meeting with zack, kiel, and possibly ricky. am i excited? fuck yea.
tomorrow is also a C++ test. What a bitch
oh so once i was in a shitty mood and was talking hellza trash about the current state of hardcore (i would now, but that would require me to care about it). I wrote a letter to remembering never about it, and thanked them for being thematically iconoclastic to all the shitty bands out there. just a day ago i bought their new album and something struck a chord in me when i read their lyrics:
"I've got a pocket full of dirt, but in my hand is a thank you note"
This would be in context. The song is basically a "thanks for your support all you fans out there" song. at the least i had helped to inspire a RN song. yeowza.
anyway, i'm going to cram some C++ down my throat and then pass out. life's good, life's tiring.
oh yea. Honey, i love you.