Thusly, the beast emerges with a bellow that shakes the earth itself.
Well, to start off on what may develop into a twisted and socially deformed recent life excerpt, I just stumbled across a small gem on itunes. Apparently, Bratz, the wide-eyed future whores-to-be of the doll and action figure world, have cut their own album. With cunning lyrics about excessive shopping, falling in love with guys at the tender age of twelve, and overly applied cosmetics, I am sure this will only be a stepping stone to world wide acoustical and lyrical recognition. You may thank my friend Michael for this. A writer for Wire magazine, Michael often spends large portions of his day sifting through the enormous collection of refuse that is sent to him via producers, studios, and labels. I envy him slightly.
Speaking of itunes, my itunes collection has reached 132 songs shy of 10000. It has turned into a library of sorts covering so many genres and eras that I often find myself surprised when I come across a song, or even a band, that I had no idea resided deep within the annals of my computer. A constant soundtrack to an utterly discombobulated lifestyle.
Even in a world as hideously disorganized as mine, some things remain comfortably consistent. My vanity, for example, is sort of a bane in my life. I admit that I can be very vain from time to time. Some people call it snobbery, others narcissism, but really its only the everyday vanity that has been a part of me since high school. Yet, despite the existence of this character flaw, there is not an equal output of energy. In fact, while my vanity has increased since my high school years the effort i have put towards attaining this self-indulgent notion has decreased. I think I just care about it less. Another constant is my atrocious way of saying exactly what is on my mind without a single care in the world for the opinions and feelings of others. Of course, being a keen individual and a fan of diction and vocal games, it comes across playfully. The intention, on the other hand, remains true to self.
The humidity today finally subsided and allowed for a most delightful bike-ride through the historic district and a jaunt in the park. A cup of bolero tea, an essay on public art work, and my sunglasses were all that was required; needless to say, I enjoyed it thoroughly. The breeze made even the sunny areas comfortable.
I suppose I can thank the Riverhouse for today's freedom. That eternal pit of hellfire I call the Riverhouse takes up any time I may have when not at school, my other job, or deep within my daily schedule. I was, however, put on suspension for messing up a schedule change. If i didn't make so much there, I assure you I would gladly leave it behind.
In other events, I made a crack-head piss his pants, I developed an entire sound exhibition for the next world's fair, I found my dog a future mate, and finally cut my hair. 24 hours is a ridiculous amount of time to finnish all that needs doing.
Speaking of itunes, my itunes collection has reached 132 songs shy of 10000. It has turned into a library of sorts covering so many genres and eras that I often find myself surprised when I come across a song, or even a band, that I had no idea resided deep within the annals of my computer. A constant soundtrack to an utterly discombobulated lifestyle.
Even in a world as hideously disorganized as mine, some things remain comfortably consistent. My vanity, for example, is sort of a bane in my life. I admit that I can be very vain from time to time. Some people call it snobbery, others narcissism, but really its only the everyday vanity that has been a part of me since high school. Yet, despite the existence of this character flaw, there is not an equal output of energy. In fact, while my vanity has increased since my high school years the effort i have put towards attaining this self-indulgent notion has decreased. I think I just care about it less. Another constant is my atrocious way of saying exactly what is on my mind without a single care in the world for the opinions and feelings of others. Of course, being a keen individual and a fan of diction and vocal games, it comes across playfully. The intention, on the other hand, remains true to self.
The humidity today finally subsided and allowed for a most delightful bike-ride through the historic district and a jaunt in the park. A cup of bolero tea, an essay on public art work, and my sunglasses were all that was required; needless to say, I enjoyed it thoroughly. The breeze made even the sunny areas comfortable.
I suppose I can thank the Riverhouse for today's freedom. That eternal pit of hellfire I call the Riverhouse takes up any time I may have when not at school, my other job, or deep within my daily schedule. I was, however, put on suspension for messing up a schedule change. If i didn't make so much there, I assure you I would gladly leave it behind.
In other events, I made a crack-head piss his pants, I developed an entire sound exhibition for the next world's fair, I found my dog a future mate, and finally cut my hair. 24 hours is a ridiculous amount of time to finnish all that needs doing.