Ah, yes. The first week of school is over. Now I have a few days until it starts again,  so this weekend I'll start working on some new songs.  

As for things with the band I'm currently playing with, I don't think things are working out. The music is cool, the studio is great (Vending machine with $1 beer? I'll take it!), the guys are so so nice, so what's wrong? Eh, I like to dance and rock out a little. The songs are super complicated, a little mathy, and maybe not what I'd most prefer to be playing/writing while trying to look cute. 

I guess it's back to craigslist. It's so much sifting on there, and usually not finding anything interesting. Maybe now that school is back in session, all the dabblers have moved on and a slew of serious musicians with songs that don't sound like tributes to all nümetal bands who ever lived to scar the face of music have moved in. Here's hoping...

Cheers.

Woah

I can't believe all the sissies in this world. 

If you insult someone deeply and personally, you should expect a slap to the face. You SHOULDN'T then press charges for battery.

Unbelievable. Let's see if the DA doesn't laugh his head off when this passes over his desk.

In better news, I worked my first photo gig in forever on Friday. It reminded me how easy it is to make a bunch of money if I really wanted to. Hmm. Also, Queen Nation's "Freddy Mercury" is possibly the most realistic performance impersonator I've ever met. 

I need to sign up for school. And get seriously academic, and lay low for a while. But only after I go swimming...

Bernie Mac's dead. Weird. He seemed like a good guy. At least it wasn't someone too funny.

OAO

Is this it?

Man, I'm so bummed. I just wrote my very first blog and somehow managed to delete it without saving a draft or actually publishing it. Damn. Maybe I'll snoop around this place and recover it.

I'm thinking a movie tonight. Dark Knight, probably. Though, I have plans to see that in the imax on wednesday. Hmm.

I'll go make a drink and think about the show times, and probably think right through the last showing.

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recovery complete

I've got an iron on one side of me, a dreaming dog on the other, my Dad is calling, and the ice in my drink is melting. Obviously, I only have a few minutes to play around here. My very busy life is calling me back right now. 

Today, I went ballistic inside of a service station in a road rage/pre morning cigarette/pre caffeine fit. I know that's super lame, but what isn't is that I think I've given a few people some good stories to run home with, and a few more a good look at the true face of a pre-menstrual woman.

Go ahead, jump on my schedule.

and in: ..3...2...1