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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