Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble...
Compton and Longbeach, mufug.
I have these things in my home:
1. 3.5 functioning bathrooms, with sinks, toilets, showers, etc. Tile.
2. A 98% completed kitchen
3. Two bunnies that don't get along with each other, but are damned cute separately.
4. Beer (one of which is in my hand right now...gulp.)
5. A TV on the wall, with shelves and systems...no wiring for some though...did you know that they do NOT make HD extension cables with a female end? I had no idea. Dumb.
6. Tall weeds.
7. Finished basement stairs.
8. Furniture.
I do NOT have these things:
1. Carpeting.
2. A Lawn.
3. A finished driveway.
However, I must tell you, I just spent the last two days helping one of my best friends move his parents out of their home because they got EVICTED. Horrible. It really made me appreciate this house, and made me learn a thing about patience. At least I'm moving IN, and not moving OUT against my will.
School has been pretty damn good. I really want some new equipment for my program. Methinks it is the most important thing I need to do for my job right now. I've had several of my seniors for FOUR years now! They need some new stuff. I feel like I HAVE to deliver.
I bought Halo 3. I don't know why. I didn't like 2. Why would I like 3?
My hands look like they belong on some Alien from Star Wars right now. I get a wart now and again...well, I let them go for a while. Now, I have like, EIGHT. So I got them all taken off at once. Damn, they're sore.
I bought lots of music in the last three days:
1. Foo Fighters new
2. HIM new
3. Between the Buried... new
4. Down new (which is fucking amazing)
5. shit...I forget what else. Like three more CDs. I want the new Amorphis badly.
We went to Atlantic City two weeks ago. I lost my ass. Erin won it back. Again. I flopped trips in the poker room (10 10 8 with a 10 9 in my hand). I went all in. Chick called. She had 10 8 in her hand. Full boat. Shithead. I wanted to tell her, "Good job. Now you can go buy more food for yourself to eat." That's right. I'm classy. I wanted to call a woman fat because she beat me at poker. Class out ass.
I need to write some tunes soon. Not even death stuff. Just tunes. Groove. Mellow. Heavy. I just need an outlet. I want it.
I think Poker on PS3 is calling me. Call me an addict. Shit.
I have these things in my home:
1. 3.5 functioning bathrooms, with sinks, toilets, showers, etc. Tile.
2. A 98% completed kitchen
3. Two bunnies that don't get along with each other, but are damned cute separately.
4. Beer (one of which is in my hand right now...gulp.)
5. A TV on the wall, with shelves and systems...no wiring for some though...did you know that they do NOT make HD extension cables with a female end? I had no idea. Dumb.
6. Tall weeds.
7. Finished basement stairs.
8. Furniture.
I do NOT have these things:
1. Carpeting.
2. A Lawn.
3. A finished driveway.
However, I must tell you, I just spent the last two days helping one of my best friends move his parents out of their home because they got EVICTED. Horrible. It really made me appreciate this house, and made me learn a thing about patience. At least I'm moving IN, and not moving OUT against my will.
School has been pretty damn good. I really want some new equipment for my program. Methinks it is the most important thing I need to do for my job right now. I've had several of my seniors for FOUR years now! They need some new stuff. I feel like I HAVE to deliver.
I bought Halo 3. I don't know why. I didn't like 2. Why would I like 3?
My hands look like they belong on some Alien from Star Wars right now. I get a wart now and again...well, I let them go for a while. Now, I have like, EIGHT. So I got them all taken off at once. Damn, they're sore.
I bought lots of music in the last three days:
1. Foo Fighters new
2. HIM new
3. Between the Buried... new
4. Down new (which is fucking amazing)
5. shit...I forget what else. Like three more CDs. I want the new Amorphis badly.
We went to Atlantic City two weeks ago. I lost my ass. Erin won it back. Again. I flopped trips in the poker room (10 10 8 with a 10 9 in my hand). I went all in. Chick called. She had 10 8 in her hand. Full boat. Shithead. I wanted to tell her, "Good job. Now you can go buy more food for yourself to eat." That's right. I'm classy. I wanted to call a woman fat because she beat me at poker. Class out ass.
I need to write some tunes soon. Not even death stuff. Just tunes. Groove. Mellow. Heavy. I just need an outlet. I want it.
I think Poker on PS3 is calling me. Call me an addict. Shit.