Thursday, May 5, 2005

Drunk? Me? Of course you're not...
Yes. My floor is damn comfy. I shall sleep there tonight yet again. My parents seem concerned but they don't bother asking. I'm quiet and happy there so let the dude sleep.

Umm. It seems alot of you knew about "Pink Triangle". I was hoping one of you would sing some lyrics from the Weezer song but oh well. If you insist on receiving a prize, I'll make you an origami something. Yeah.

Last night was bloody fun. I put my cymbals in their case and stuck it to a wheely thing so I didn't have to carry the damn thing all over town. With drumsticks in pocket, I left the house and met up with Mr. Bassist and Mr. Vocalist, the Anime Teacher dude (A.K.A. Mr. Lyricist) and Mr. Rhythm Guitar. Mr. Rhythm Guitar was in the deepest of shit with his folks so he couldn't jam. Mr Vocalist had work so he was out too. So it was just Mr. Bassist, Mr. Lyricist and myself. We met Mr. Guitarist at the studio.

We started off with the greatest random jam ever. We set up without a word and started playing. It was freedom. And freedom sounded awesome. We went on for a good half hour before stopping. After that we looked at each and laughed. Ahh. Twas one of those feel good moments. We all have our own little screwed-up dealies going through our lives so something like that just felt really really good.

Mr. Lyricist showed us what he had thought up for the song. Mainly the chorus because we had instrumentals, but nothing to sing. We played our original song over and over and friggin' over. And to tell you the truth I enjoyed every minute of it. This is our FIRST song ever. We pretty much finished it that night. Well... Instrumental-wise. We still have yet to make up a melody for the chorus and hear the vocals actually sung. Mr. Rhythm Guitarist has his part down already. So It's set. We have one song. YEAH!!!
(I haven't broke a stick yet either.)

So to celebrate we headed to one of our favourite buffets. It was closed. Damnit. On the way there we did see an A&W (A burger joint) so we instantly craved it. Mr. Bassist and I each ordered 6 burgers while Mr. Lyricist ordered 3, and Mr Guitarist ordered 1. I obviously finished up mine (And felt happily full), but Mr. Bassist felt sick after 4 so he gave his last ones to the other two. The place closed and we were kicked out so we sat outside just chatting away for an hour. We each left for home around midnight. Now I'm here.

It feels eerily quiet tonight. Even with music playing. Maybe it's just me. I've spent the past half-hour lying my head down on my desk, hugging my teapot. It comforts me.

Okay. I'll admit the Pixie thing is still on my mind and apparently, it's showing. My sister said that she noticed that I have been acting a bit weirder than usual (Nahhhh, really?). She talked to Pixie to see if what I've been muttering during my naps was true. She told her about the sudden change and Pixie explained that it could be what she told me. So my sister says that Pixie is really concerned now. She hopes that I'm not mad or anything. Nah. Of course I'm not. I mean sure, I've completely lost my mind but there's no need to worry. *laughs* She's concerned... That's good, I guess.

Oh yeah. There's this guy (who is madly in love with Pixie but honestly doesn't stand a chance) who I totally told off the other day. Well sorta. Okay, he's a good guy and all but he's got this really wacky humour that's good in small doses but fucking annoying after awhile. Frankly, I've had it with this guy. One time he saw me sitting on the ground leaning again the wall just chatting with the band. My drumsticks were on the ground. He walked up and crouched to my level. He then picked up my sticks. Big no-no. Don't touch my sticks unless I hand them to you. I told him with a pissed-ff serious look on my face, "Don't smile at me. Put the sticks down. Go home and make those ugly faces in the mirror and you'll see why everybody fucking hates you." Ooo. That was really harsh but I wasn't in the mood for his stupidity then. He knew what I meant by everybody too. I was kinda referring to Pixie and how she's always punks him off by ignoring him and whatever. He seriously IS too much. He must really hate me now. Especially since I'm one of the only guys to ever talk to her in the way that I used to. He walked away as if his mom just died. Serves him. There's a line between "funny" and "I'll hurt you if you make a sound again". He crossed it. End of story.

Tonight is the big banquet. I shall be braiding up my hair crazy squid styles again. That and a nice funky tie oughtta do it. Dinner. Drinks. Dancing. What fun it should be. I also just learned that I'll be seeing a few people I haven't seen for the longest time. That's always a plus.

Okaaaaay. Just as I finished typing that last paragraph, someone started knocking on my front door. It's 2:29 in the morning for crying out loud. I obviously didn't answer it. In fact, I just got out from under my desk. Yes. I get paranoid. If it was important, I think they would've done more than knock every 2 minutes. If it was a pizza delivery at the wrong address, the dude got screwed with. And lastly, if it were someone dangerous, HAH! You bitchass, I'm under the desk!

Now it's off to the floor. Have a good one then.

Cheers.

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