boredom besets me like a pack of wild hounds
If anyone can guess what that's a reference to, I'll be suprised. Today was, good. Last night was, not so good. Tonight is, not so good. Being under house arrest sucks. Especially when you'r friends can't do shit either. Plus, I can't even have my drums in the house, they've been in my car since friday. The mom wants me to leave them in my car until the carpet down here gets replaced. Last night I was sitting down on the couch, sulking, and something finaly hit me that happened the other week. A couple of saturdays ago my mom took my first dog, Angel, to go get put to sleep. It's not like she was even in failing health either, my parents just couldn't afford for her to ruin yet another carpet in thier new house in FL. I wish that there had been some other way but apparently dogs who aren't house broken and have to be walked end up getting put to sleep anyway after spending a couple of days in a rescue shelter. But that's all besides the point. Me and Nick were cleaning up the basement and throwing away a bunch of useless shit, you know the moving process, and he found a tiny little piece of dog poop that was Angel's, and it made me realize that shes finally gone. I loved her so much, she was the best jack russell anyone could have ever asked for and when I realized she was gone last night it made me so sad. And to top it off, I'm alone, in my basement, and its cold as shit down here. Isn't it summer now? What the fuck. I had an excellent job interview today for an asst. manager position though, so I'm excited to see how that turns out. I could sure as shit use the money. I've also been feeling the urge to start a new band lately. One where maybe I don't play drums, or if I do, it's gotta be some sick ass hardcore shit with breakdowns that'll snap your spine. I just want to make music you can thrash to. Is that so much to ask?