god I'm so FUCKING LAME.


I got a facebook

Current Mood: embarrassed
Current Music: bach's chromatic fantasy

Koreans headbanging to Metallica is probably the funniest thing I've ever seen

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Metallica's other new song (whoa whoa)

berrrrghhh.
So I bought this CD Wolverine Blues by Entombed in my neverending quest seeking the origin of metalcore. It's...good. It just sounds like death metal, like a sepultura level solid release. I feel like I duped myself into thinking it would be amazing just because it is part of an amazing liniege (however you spell that). I feel almost obligated to like it...most definitely the most dissapointing album I've gotten in a long time.

Well, I'm over somebody, which is good, but I'm in to somebody else, which is also actually good because it is reciprocal.
What do the letters IWAKP mean to you?

I feel like I have to move forward with my life, like I've been too stagnent and tepid (if I used that correctly). The problem is, I'm not really sure how to make conscious changes without them being the meaningless physical changes that reflect a change in attitude (e.g. metallica cutting off their hair). Should I start buying jazz and GODDAMN edgy? Why am I not good enough the way I am? Should I even really give a fuck?

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: what i got you gotta get and put it in you

we're going to hell in a handbasket, but that's better than the alternative.

I got accepted to earlham. it costs $250 dollars to enroll. that's nothing compared to the $500,000 per year tuition they charge you, though. apparently, they like me because:

"It is apparent, Michael, that you are dedicated to learning whenever that learning takes place: when performing in "Guys and Dolls", presenting a group argument in law class, or playing electric bass with your heavy metal band." Thank you Cheryl.

In their mission statement they say they want to awaken the "teacher within". That sounds like a frightening prospect, extracting things that don't really exist. Hopefully they'll settle with implanting a teacher on my shoulder.

Else of interest: Becca asked me out AGAIN. She's so fucking desperate; it's pathetic. I actually feel sorry for her, because now after I finally made the correct choice of "NO" she's gonna resort to hooking up with Ari, because he'll tell her anything she wants to hear. Situations are complicated. Interestingly, this is a few days after I decided that I would go out with the next girl that asks me. Luckily, I prepared footnotes.

Current Location: basement
Current Mood: distressed
Current Music: Trivium-Entrance of the Conflagration

what's all this then?

I just finished having the best weekend ever. First: there was a MUSHROOMHEAD concert, then frisbee tournament, then party at Andy's, then playing music with people. GODDAMNNNNDDNADNMMDMDN!!!!

There's so much to talk about, but I'm not gonna. I'm gonna hone in on the most interesting part: getting hit on by a 20 year old. (Note, I do not believe she was drunk. She complained about how the people with her were drinking and how they shouldn't have been)

So I was at the mushroomhead concert with Robert and Co. and we were standing there, at the railing, when the person to the right of me (who I hadn't even noticed) suddenly said "Will you be my protector?" She was a very attractive, svelt, petite woman with very dark hair, slightly goth looking. A year and a half ago I would've gone wild. She was with a friend.
"What?"
"I have a history of being jumped, and our guy just left, so...will you be my protector."
"Ummm...sure."
And so I stood there, being very protect-y, my fists on my hips, feeling like a super-hero, when she speaks again:
"Hey! If you sit on the table and put your feet up, it feels like you're riding a horse." She was sitting on a table with her hands on the railing and her feet on a rope tied between railings.
So I tried it. "Hey! It kinda does!" I said that partially to be nice (I mean, what kind of dick would sit there and go "no it doesn't"?), but also because it actually did kinda feel like riding a horse.
But then, after what I thought was friendly conversation, she dropped the bombshell:
"Imagine fucking someone like this."
I then just stare at her in shock. She started making sex noises, bouncing up and down, going "oh YEAH! Oh yes!" Then she looked at me and giggled.
"How old are you?" She asked me
"17"
"Awww! You're like a babbbyyy!"
Then she started telling me about how I reminded her of someone very hot who was in some movie.
"My birthday's soon." she said. I asked her when; she said halloween. "Cool!" I said. Then:
"I'm getting my tatoo finished for my birthday. See?" She pointed to her right breast (tit) and showed me what looked like a flock of bats. "I'm getting that done over here" She moved her shirt aside and pointed to her other breast (tit). "And then, I'm gonna get a big one right here" She pulled down her shirt and showed me the space between her tits (Breasts). I felt compelled to stare and drool.

Dang, I wish I was a slut again.

Oh yeah, I also started dating Becca again, so that wouldn't have worked anyway.

Current Location: Bassment
Current Mood: Iron Maiden Songs?
Current Music: Why do death metal bands think it's a good idea to cover

FINALLY! I auditioned on friday, and I made it! I'm in Trivium!!!!! Check it out, we had our first band photo with me in it:




That's me on the right. I look so short because the other three were standing on 2 foot tall boxes. I also have a python in my pants.

YES!!!

Current Location: Trivium Motherfuckers!!!
Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: Trivium-Ascendancy

So I practiced with John today. He's really actually fucking awesome at drums for someone who has only been playing for like a year and a half. And of course I'm fucking sweet (mock conceited arrogance). Robert is an interesting story because he's a solid guitarist, but doesn't learn. It seriously takes him forever (2+ hours) to learn something I learned almost instantly (2 minutes). If I tell him the number of a fret on his fretboard, he has to actually look down to find where it is, and he often still doesn't get it right. He clearly doesn't practice nearly enough. I'm kinda nervous about calling this to his attention, because he's an extremely good friend and I don't think he would handle it very gracefully. Even if he was receptive to my suggestion that he practice more, I doubt he would do it. I want to be in a band that can actually play shows and record an album. Then, when I'm old and working for Ford or something I can look back and say "I wrote that". I don't even care about becoming famous or anything. I just want to PLAY. Robert is making that extremely difficult.

John also has a friend named Rob (haha) who is a very good guitarist, and is supposed to be jammin with us, but hasn't been able to because he lives in Jackson or some godforsaken place like that.

Still, everytime I see her I want to stab myself in the face. what the fuck

Current Music: Mudvayne - Dig

fall has begun. depressed as fuckin' shit. envious of people who have people. despise people who scorn people. i'm holding it together so far. The perfect girl, the one, I lost. I never really had her, though.