music in the hizzzous
okay... So lets get this straight... I've been spending way too much time in front of this computer... I'm online 24-7 its ridiculous. I pause the DVD to research something I hear in the movie. I check my email every 5 minutes. I send random notes to people I haven't talk to in ages on Facebook. And now I'm going to type a journal entry that is not so superficial and memo-like (because I feel guilty) and because I feel like spending yet another hour, burnind my eyes out of my skull. (I will go blind) SO! I've been recording music with my laptop (quite happy with the results actually--I'm SO easy to please, its stupid). The songs I've been writing in Germany are going out! and I'm posting them on www.myspace.com/matthewxherron for all my loved ones and all my potential fans. I'm starting an acoustic punk project... This is the call for cool names for my project.
I'm about to go traveling. All over the place. I'm talking France and Spain and Italy and Netherland, bitches. Though it sounds fun, its actually a ridiculous stress ball, hoarding a great deal of my creative energy and my will live. I don't want to be a tourist. I don't want to be a tourist. But I will be, because I don't know anybody in Paris and the only things I can say in French are like "you are very beautiful" and "my French is shity".
Hey, I'm also trying to learn this HTML crap, because I want to be able to create websites... any body know some good tips, websites maybe?
More news: I want to shave my head and join a Buddhist monastery. I see a pilgrimage to the mountains coming in the near future. The world has filled my head, I hear news and commercials in my sleep, I dream in pop up windows, about things I might have written about if I had not forgotten them. Everything dissolves in the morning light. I want to through away everything that makes me forget, I need a brain like metal, like rock, like glass. I've been trying to write the same story since I was young. Sharp! Oh damn... I can't do this Internet junking much longer, my eyes ache. (PS Read Siddhartha in the original German version, by Herman Hesse--good shit, I suggest you read it)
I love you all. I'm out.
I'm about to go traveling. All over the place. I'm talking France and Spain and Italy and Netherland, bitches. Though it sounds fun, its actually a ridiculous stress ball, hoarding a great deal of my creative energy and my will live. I don't want to be a tourist. I don't want to be a tourist. But I will be, because I don't know anybody in Paris and the only things I can say in French are like "you are very beautiful" and "my French is shity".
Hey, I'm also trying to learn this HTML crap, because I want to be able to create websites... any body know some good tips, websites maybe?
More news: I want to shave my head and join a Buddhist monastery. I see a pilgrimage to the mountains coming in the near future. The world has filled my head, I hear news and commercials in my sleep, I dream in pop up windows, about things I might have written about if I had not forgotten them. Everything dissolves in the morning light. I want to through away everything that makes me forget, I need a brain like metal, like rock, like glass. I've been trying to write the same story since I was young. Sharp! Oh damn... I can't do this Internet junking much longer, my eyes ache. (PS Read Siddhartha in the original German version, by Herman Hesse--good shit, I suggest you read it)
I love you all. I'm out.