Monday, March 21, 2005

A day. Not good. Not bad. Just a day.
Yesterday morning (sunday) I was pretty pissed of because my parents wouldn't let me go to the studio. I didn't miss out on much to begin with so I'm alright now.

Apparantly the drumkit there (according to Mr. Bassist) has a really trashy sound. I've been hoping for try out a kit like this for awhile. Fortunately, we can go there anytime we wish (Well, accompanied by the stupid guitarist girl, of course. It's her uncles studio.) Ahh fuck. Mr. Guitarist thinks she's a moron too. Mr. Bassist is somewhat her friend so we're keeping that between us.

So to make up for the loss of studio time, I'm going to jam with the bandboys today (Monday). Our rhythm guitarist is starting to lose motivation so we're sensing he's going to be kicked out soon enough. There's a slight chance that stupid fucking moron guitarist girl will replace him. I'll put up with her only for the band's sake. Man, she doesn't know how to free-jam! (As in play whatever according to what the others are playing). Mr. Guitarist told me she asked what song he and Mr. Bassist were playing. He explained that they were making stuff up as they went along and invited her to join in when she wanted. Then she asked for tabs. What the fuck... I fear I might stab her. But this replacement thing won't be happening any time soon though so I'm good for now.

An hours before I started typing out this post, one of the crickets that I feed to my geckos got loose and started chirping like stupid. After 15 minutes of cursing and searching, I found it. I was about to squish it and end it's life right there but I though, "No. That's mean." So I doused in in a small puddle of rubbing alcohol and set it on fire. Yeah, that's right.

Some may say I've completely lost my mind. Other will say I'm a fucking lunatic. But I think we can all agree on the fact that I get pissed off easily.

So as I sit here, stuffing my face full of rice and unagi in the late hours of the evening, I wonder; Where is my shirt?

Oh. Remember when I told you about going to my friends play and her friends and other actors thought I was her boyfriend? Well, so did her parents. I forgot to mention that right after the play, I went up to her and said she did great. Her camera happy mom came up and said "Oh! Introduce yourself in a sec. Picture picture!" *snap* Heh. she then said I was really tall and that my hair is nice (Yeeeah!) I talked to my friend earlier today and the picture isn't developed yet but she said when she got home, her parents kept asking questions about me. How she met me, what she like about me and all that junk. Thankfully, she told them we weren't an item. Heh. We had a good laugh. I wouldn't mind the mistake if it were made a year ago. This girl is such a weird sweetie but we're pretty much friends. Yeah.

Before I go, tell me in one word how you would describe me. For shits & giggles, y'know?

Cheers!


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Sunday, March 20, 2005

Return to madness and ten to go..
I'm so fucking tired...

Well, I finally got to jam with the bandboys. It was quite the intense session. I managed to destroy 8 sticks in a row. Heh. I even found a piece of shrapnel I broke from an earlier session.

I've decided to take the offer of free studio time from the 14 year old stupid piece of shit girl. Mr. Bassist, Mr. Guitarist and myself have decided to take advantage of this. We're all going to the studio today (Sunday). It's easy for me because there's a drumkit already set up there. All I have to bring are sticks. So what benefits do I get from putting up with this stupid kid? Free studio time, experience with other instumentalists and discounted music products. This is what's drawing me in. Drumkit stuff isn't that cheap. I mean, guitarist and bassists only need to buy strings, pedals, patch cords and possibly amps every now and then. If a drummer wants to expand and/or replace, he's gotta have some serious cash.

Since we decided to go along with this stupid kids offer of free studio time, Mr. Bassist, Mr. Guitarist and I have made a pact that we will never break up. No matter what. Sure, we'll change backup guitarists and possibly the vocalist every now and then but us three will never seperate. We will decline every offer that would cause us three to split up. Heh. Then we did that hand in thing and then we shouted our band's name. It was corny but we take this shit seriously.

My hand has a huge blister looking me in the eye. Man, this sucks.

You what sucks even more? No Pixie. I cried last night because her absence is killing me. She still hasn't found her cell phone and she's not online MSN. I don't know her home phone and she might not even be home. No answers. No calls. I'm trying like crazy to stay positive about it but all these horrible, heart-ripping thoughts fill my mind like rainclouds on a sunny day. I'm losing the light again. I'm starting to get paranoid again too. I fear she's forgotten about me. I don't know anymore. I'm going insane. I'll try to not do anything stupid again...

..I'll try to try.

Cheers.

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Saturday, March 19, 2005

18 to go..
Ello there. Have a seat.

I had a pretty good day today.

As soon as I woke up this morning, I broke two of the twenty sticks I bought the other day. No surprise there, right? Here's the cool part: I broke them at the exact same time! It was pretty wicked.

I also went to see a play today. My friend Krystle was in it. No, she's not a crazy stalker girl. She's been a friend of mine for long time now and I enjoy hanging out with her. She's so weird. Heh. She's incredibly cheery almost all the time. I always see her smiling. So what pushed me to see this play? Her role included her having to cry. Yes. Cry. I just HAD to see that. I must say, she did a very good job. Actual tears! It was quite impressive. The whole play was awesome. At the moment I can't exactly remember what it was about but it was good. Yeah.

The cast invited me to hang out with them after the show. Since I only knew Krystle, I pretty much stayed with her the whole time. They assumed I was her boyfriend so they asked her why they never told them about me. Heh. Wrong girl, people. It was funny, I'll admit.

Mr. Guitarist and Mr. Bassist have up (I assume) so tomorrow I SHOULD be doing some major jammage with the bandboys. I just hope they give me a ring so that I know what time. I've been itchin' to jam for a long time now. I'm in desperate need of other instumentals because my minidisc isn't gonna do.

That's it for the day. I'm sorry I couldn't make it to anyone's sites yesternight. I couldn't get to the computer in time. Have a great Saturday.

Cheers.

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P.S. I'm not going to rant about not seeing or hearing from Pixie today. You're all probably annoyed with me going on about that anyway. *sigh* This really sucks.
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Friday, March 18, 2005

They're going to break in no time. I know it.
Ey hey.

Glad you all liked the Pixie pic and my new "welcome banner" thinger.

It's happening again. It's been awhile since I last spoke with her. I hope she gets her cell phone back or get her PC up and running. I really reeeally really wanna go out with her for sushi. *sigh* I can picture it now. I would probably gaze into her eyes the whole time. I so miss her. Honestly, that would be the perfect evening. Pixie, tea and japanese food. The place I'm going to bring her plays J-pop non-stop, so that's a plus. *sigh* Total sweetness...

I bought 20 drumsticks today. Yeah. TWENTY. The cheap kind, mind you. I save the best for performances. These pieces of wood won't last but then again I don't expect them to. I still have a few bits of shrapnel from previous sticks for sentimental reasons. Yes, I saved the piece that stuck my foot and made it bleed all over my carpet. If I saved EVERY stick I broke, I'd have enough firewood to last winter (or as said by Red, enough to build a model city). I can't wait to smash these buggers to splinters. Heh...

I have the urge to do an iPod ad. You know the ones with the silhouette of some person dancing with a coloured background? I'm should do one of me headbanging or something. Yeah... I think I will. Expect it soon then.

Have a wicked fresh Friday and for those of you who have it, a kick ass Spring Break!

Cheers.


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P.S. Shanny's back! You can tell by all the joyful posts around mO. Look how happy you make us, Shanny! A good feeling spreads like wildfire when she's around.
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Thursday, March 17, 2005

Dumplings are good
'Ello luvs. I'm back.

So I haven't been around because I am busy with little stuffs and whatever. I didn't wanna post little one bit posts so I summed up the bunch in this big one. I'll be back to my daily routine soon. Here goes:

Well first off, around the mO, there's been quite the sadness that fellow member and awesome friend, Shanny (A.K.A Dark Phoenix) was going to leave forever. Gah. I was pretty sad about the news too. I've only known her for a bit and she's such an awesome person, defending friends from thems goddamn flamers. She's always good fun to chat with over MSN as well. Well, I recently saw a few comments from her here and there so I think it's safe to say she's doin' alright. Perhaps she's taking a break from net life. Regardless of what Shanny is doin', I wish her health and happiness. Yeah.

So how do you guys like the "welcome banner" type thingy I put at the top of my page? That's me (Derr..) and it's not too far from what I really look like. I'm a skinny guy (and even skinnier due to the stupid depression thing where I lost 13lbs.). Anyway, I think it looks neat so I'm leaving it.

Speaking of leaving, my band was close to breaking up over an argument over our setlist for a show we're doing soon. There was a heated argument over MSN between Mr. Guitarist and Mr. Bassist. I, Mr. Drummer, was of course in the center of it all. Eventually, Mr. Bassist became pissed beyond recognition, so I told him to jam and bit and cool off. Mr. Guitarist continued calling him names behind his back but I somehow managed to convince him to apologize to Mr. Bassist. I haven't heard from either of them yet but I hope their little feud with each other is over. Gah. Stubborn string players.

Heh. While this little fight went on, I took off my shirt for no apparent reason. I mean, it makes sense right? Two band mates/best friends are starting to get verbally violent so you take your shirt off. Okay, I'm a nut.

I've been offered free studio time some time next week. However, there is a catch. The person offering me studio time is a 14-year-old piece of crap guitarist girl who I fucking hate. Why? She sucks on guitar and she's constantly attempting to take Mr. Bassist for her own band. If he even thinks about playing with her and her stupid children friends, Mr. Bassist is a walking carcass.

I'm hoping to ask Pixie out for our Japanese dinner date soon. It's a challenge to get a hold of her now because she misplaced her cell phone and her PC is still not set up from when she moved into the new house. I did chat with her for second when she was at a friend’s house but I didn't get a chance to ask. I did, however, draw her another picture. This is fully coloured with a pretty background. Would you like to see it? Here ya go:



So what do you think? I printed it up on a glossy piece of paper and I hope to give it to her soon. I really hope she likes it. I think the wings turned out really cool. I've no idea what Pixie wings are supposed to look like but that's how they are now. Heh.

So today, I'm going to buy 10 pairs of sticks. The cheap kind, mind you. I"m still low on cash. These will break after a song or two but whatever. As long as I get my practice. Beside, I'm saving my good sticks for shows.

I had a chat with the cafe girl again AND I got my free beverage. An extra large mochaccino and a whole cup of whipped cream. Yeah baby. She said she plays the piano and she went on and on about how she'd love to play the drums. Heh. I just nodded and she shut up. I mean, she wasn't expecting to play MY drums now, was she? Bah. I wanna play now.

I miss my Pixie. I really wanna give her this pic and have dinner with her. First date, peoples!! I can't wait!

So I hope you all enjoy you close to weekend madness day. What am I talking about.. HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY! Beer and green-ness! Hoorah! (I'll stick to wearing green. I don't like beer so much.)


Cheers.

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Saturday, March 12, 2005

I'm gonna put my foot so far up your ass, the water on my knee will quench your thirst.
Consider me the "Anti-Asshole" for the day.

First off, I surprised Pixie today. Literally. As I walked into the school building, she was about to walk out and she jumped. Heh. It was cute. I talked to her for a bit and reminded her that I'm totally up for anything if she wants to do something next week. I really really really wanna see her again. I still want to take her out for Japanese food. *sigh* Someday..

Anyway, I assisted my good friend and anime teacher with his Gr. 9 classes for their anime unit (I had nothing better to do). Anyway, his classes are full of little retarded jerks. I mean, real buckfutts. These little turds don't shut up. Even after telling them to do so they continue talking. The anime guy was getting really pissed off and annoyed so he warned them that the next person to make a sound while he's teaching leaves. And what are the odds some little fuck would start talking. Anime dude points at him and says, "Enin, take him out." (Yeah, he calls me Enin.) So I escort this guy outside and take him to an empty drama room across the hall. I asked why he insisted on being a jackwhore. He replied, "I don't know." So I hit him with a handful of drumsticks and threatened hm that if he doesn't start behaving and obeying, he'll have a whole lotta pain headed his way. Drumsticks are nothing. Mr. Bassist would have no problem swinging at him with his bass guitar. Not only can we beat the shit outta this kid (and his group of obnoxious futtbucks), we can also fail him in the anime unit. It's always a good idea to be in extremely good terms with the teacher. It's a good thing he took the drumstick whck well because if he bitched about it and planned on diming out on me, I could easily disappear because I'm no longer a student there annnnd I've got people to cover for me. I would've ceased to exist there and the hit would've never happened. *maniac's cackle*

So after dealing with that sorry loser, I locked him up and continued with the class.

After that I went to a local cafe before work. There's a waitress there who I've known for a few years now. She's a year older than I am and we talk every now and then when she's not busy working. She's a sweet girl but sorta clumsy. Yeah, I know this girl is somewhat of a stereotypical type from those chick flick movies or whatever. Anyway, She spilled a chilled coffee drink on some dude. She apologized like crazy. This guy was a prick. He caused quite the scene with his profanities and smartass remarks like, "I didn't pay for a coffee bath, moron. Good thing this garbage is cold otherwise, I'd fucking sue!" Well, I don't normally do the "step up to strangers" thing but this girl tries her best and works really hard so I couldn't just let this one slide. I said aloud, "What's that smell?" Most people turned to me and I continued, "Must be the asshole in the corner. Dude, you talk too much. Wipe yourself and leave." He told me that he wasn't planning on staying anyway and he also told me to fuck myself. Heh, could've been worse. After he left, I helped the waitress girl clean up. She thanked me alot and even said I was a hero. (What the hell? I didn't save a cat or anything.) She said my drink was free before realizing I had already paid. So she offered me a free drink next time. She took a break and talked with me for awhile about music and stuff. It was pretty cool. I don't mean to be boastful or anything but standing up for her was pretty wicked. I'd like to do it again but I'll think a bit more just in case the other has a gun or something. She asked when I was off work so I could come back and chat some more over one of her breaks. Eeps. I hope she doesn't like me. I've been crazy girl-free for awhile now and I'd like to keep it up.

So anyway, today (Saturday) I will be working again and then off to a birthday party. I hope to get some drumming in there too but I doubt it.

Speaking of which, aLaStOr10515 asked me awhile ago for drummers tips. Here's one that should be practiced by drummers and non-drummers alike. Most drummers have a weak side. In most cases (including mine), it's the left. Exercise your weak side as often as possible. Lifting weights is good but you can start off with everyday tasks like drinking with your left hand and focusing carried weight on that side. For example, when carrying your drum kit and hardware from session to session or gig to gig, focus on your weak side. Soon enough, your weak sides strength will closely match your better side and your rolls and fills should be faster and smoother with less fatigue. Cool? Cool.

Well, that's was long and pointless. Unlike this weekend, which is short and with purpose. Enjoy, you.

Cheers.

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Friday, March 11, 2005

It's the root of all evil? I'd like a thousand roots, please.
I seriously need money. I spent the last of my cash on a bottle of Arizona Green Tea....

...which I gave to Pixie.

*sigh*

So now that I'm eating again, I need money for food. By the way, 13 lbs. was NOT a typo. I actually lost thirteen pounds (I realize it's a bit much but I'm better now, okay? It was really stupid of me, I know). I SHOULD be receiving a check soon but until then, I'll sponge off my bandboys and parents.

If the check is big enough, I hope to get a double-bass drum pedal. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about:


One of those. And perhaps a new 20" crash cymbal, 8" splash cymbal, boom stand, hardware cymbal mount, rack tom drum heads, bass drum impact pads, hardware caddy bag, drumstick depot, (obviously) more sticks.....

Shit. I'm getting a bit too carried away here. (Though I still want it all!)

Anyway, I'm going to see Pixie today (Friday) and see how she's doing. She has become rather popular around school lately. (This may seem a bit childish but whatever.) In her school there is a "Cafetorium". A cafeteria with a stage, therefore, an cafetorium. The "popular" kids sit on the edge of the stage, overlooking the rest as if to say, "I am above you by sitting here during lunch". I hear that Pixie has sorta found herself a spot up there recently because she has a "cool" friend. Yeah, this does sound childish but you know what? Screw you. Anyway, it sort of worries me that she's up there because she actually used to complain about those "cool" people and how they think little of everyone else and now she is becoming one of them. When I first fell in love with her, she wasn't so "super-social" and all of a sudden everyone knows her and vice-versa. During my visits this week, we were frequently interrupted by her friends saying "hi" or the other way around. This bugs me. Alot. I'm seriously hoping that she doesn't join the "majority" because... well... I don't know how to explain it but I think you know what I mean.

Earlier this week, I asked if she would like to go out for Japanese food some time food (to make up for the cancelled date earlier this year). She said she doesn’t know if she’s available yet. I can only hope for the best. Don’t worry; I’m not going to go crazy again...

...I hope.

Have a decent Friday, okay? Play nicely now.

Cheers.

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Wednesday, March 9, 2005

Back To The Good Insanity
Yeah-hah. I'm back everyone. I'll get to your sites today if I can. But yes. For those of you who are concerned about what happened to me for the past week-ish, it's below. Just give it a good highlight and read it through.

So basically the main reason I was away was because of a slight severe case of depression because I haven't seen or heard from Pixie for the longest time. This meant no contact with her whatsoever. I went mad (and slighty paranoid). I obviously tried to look like I'm doing fine around family and my bandboys but it didn't work. I cut myself off from everything for awhile. I stayed in my room for most of the time wondering if Pixie would call or something. The thing was that she wasn't feeling like herself and her life wasn't as thumbs-up as she wanted it to be so she cut herself away from the world for awhile as well. Including me. I stopped eating actually which really concerned alot of my friends. I'm not surprised though. I'm skinny enough as it is but I lost 13 lbs. because of it. I almost even stopped drinking tea. *nods* That's how shitty I felt. So without nutrition or protein (or any food whatsoever), I lacked the energy to drum. Well, I had a few candy fixes when I went to jam with the band boys but just enough to play a bit so they didn't think I was dying (which I sorta was). I did do a bit of drinking with the bandboys too (another thing which actually scared some close friends). So with the empty stomach and a record for not drinking very much, I suffered greatly. I'm telling you, I was a wreck. Without Pixie, I felt like garbage. Unfortunately, I failed to realize that it wasn't my fault but I punished myself anyway. Te make things worse, I received a text message from Pixie that said something that really really worried me about our relationship. I'd rather not think about it but it made me feel so much more like crap. Never again do I want to feel that way again. I was killing myself and apparantly, it was killing my friends too. I didn't mean to make anyone else feel that way and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

So if you read that, you'd probably want to know how I recovered. The first thing that helped me out was telling friends about my problems. Some online friends (Thanks Red & Evil, your open ears and wise words meant more than you know. Thank you.) and some offline (My bandboys. I don't know what I'd do without you crazy dudes). Letting it out felt good. So good.

Another something that helped me out was a certain little song called "YATTA" by Happatai. I've heard the song before but back then, I only notice the fig leaves and the silly dance. But now I see so much more. I demand that everyone seek the video and watch it, download the mp3 and listen to it, sing along to the instrumental, view the Jimmy Kimmel performance, learn the dance and/or jam to the remix if you haven't done so already. forget that. If you done so already, do it again anyway! It's such an uplifting song. It's so positive and it just made me feel like gold. I was close to crying tears of joy when I heard it the first time. I know to some of you it may seem a bit ridiculous but it killed my depression so if you find anything ridiculous about that, you can eat drumstick, fool. It's a catchy tune with a happy message. What more could you ask for?

Lastly, I visited Pixie. I walked all the way to her school in the rain to see her and it was fucking worth it. She was there and she's doing fine now. We talk for only 30 minutes but they were an awesome 30 minutes. I missed her so friggin' much. I even bought her Arizona Green Tea. She told me that she still had the first bottle I gave her because 1) I gave it to her 2) The bottle is pretty. Man it felt good. I visited her again yesterday (Tuesday) and I'm going to visit her again today, and tomorrow and as often as possible.

Ahh, you don't know how good it feels to be back.

In other news, I broke another 7 pairs of drumsticks last weekend and probably will break alot more this weekend. I've also eaten again. I am currently full of shrimp fried rice and black bean lobster. I miss my restaurants and it appears they missed me too.

Now I'm off to drink some hot tea and rock out to some loud banging tunes. Yep. I'm still insane but this time it's a good thing..

Cheers!!

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Tuesday, March 8, 2005

Cue the music, I'm coming back!

YATTA!!!
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Sunday, February 27, 2005

She didn't come. I missed her again. It hurts. It really does.

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