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note the happy mood for once. hang on to that, it doesnt happen much. but the mouse is cute!
so. yesterday was practice. i learned the rest of waste, pretty much and obey (pronounced OBBBeeee) heh. and learnin the new song...which i guess i'm supposed to have an extremely small solo in. but what the hell, i know nothin so i'ma be ghey and write somethin lame. anyway, practice was good times. i was actually completely sober this time. woot.
hmm so what else. oh ya, holy shit. travis, tracy and i all watched Napoleon Dynamite last night when we were high. it was so weird, random and hilarious, that i actually had to talk myself into gettin up and popping my popcorn. so that means it must have been a good movie.
brandy just talked to me, on msn, while i was writing about that, and her screen name says "goin to watch napoleonm dynamite". awww we always do that kinda shit. i'm so excited about seein her this year. i hope shes cool with hanging out with the band sometimes, because they are pretty much my life. so thats that.
so jake and travie were tryin to teach me music shit. ok so now i figured out why travis gets irritated teaching me. i have to hear it like a bazillion times, because all i know how to do is play by ear. i dont know what a bar is, or what the parts of a song are, or where their at, or which cymbal is which...i have no effin clue. so he's expectin me to catch on musically, when really i just have to hear it a bunch. i guess i have to learn music. god dammit.
i know there was more i wanted to say, but i dont remember right now, i'm too distracted thinking about how i'm going to have to suit up and dig myself out of my driveway in a few so i can go to work.
i got stuck in travie's last night at like 3 am. i was exhuasted. when i get that way i can never think straight,and i told him, fuck it i'm calling into work tomorrow. and he got pissed and told me to go inside, and i was like, dude, no fine get me out, whatever.
we got it out. but it was stupid nonetheless.
my travie is so strong. i heart you, love. see you tonight.
"Fa-Slap!" -Ninja Frog
so. yesterday was practice. i learned the rest of waste, pretty much and obey (pronounced OBBBeeee) heh. and learnin the new song...which i guess i'm supposed to have an extremely small solo in. but what the hell, i know nothin so i'ma be ghey and write somethin lame. anyway, practice was good times. i was actually completely sober this time. woot.
hmm so what else. oh ya, holy shit. travis, tracy and i all watched Napoleon Dynamite last night when we were high. it was so weird, random and hilarious, that i actually had to talk myself into gettin up and popping my popcorn. so that means it must have been a good movie.
brandy just talked to me, on msn, while i was writing about that, and her screen name says "goin to watch napoleonm dynamite". awww we always do that kinda shit. i'm so excited about seein her this year. i hope shes cool with hanging out with the band sometimes, because they are pretty much my life. so thats that.
so jake and travie were tryin to teach me music shit. ok so now i figured out why travis gets irritated teaching me. i have to hear it like a bazillion times, because all i know how to do is play by ear. i dont know what a bar is, or what the parts of a song are, or where their at, or which cymbal is which...i have no effin clue. so he's expectin me to catch on musically, when really i just have to hear it a bunch. i guess i have to learn music. god dammit.
i know there was more i wanted to say, but i dont remember right now, i'm too distracted thinking about how i'm going to have to suit up and dig myself out of my driveway in a few so i can go to work.
i got stuck in travie's last night at like 3 am. i was exhuasted. when i get that way i can never think straight,and i told him, fuck it i'm calling into work tomorrow. and he got pissed and told me to go inside, and i was like, dude, no fine get me out, whatever.
we got it out. but it was stupid nonetheless.
my travie is so strong. i heart you, love. see you tonight.
"Fa-Slap!" -Ninja Frog