here's my painting, check er owt:

http://artpad.art.com/?ie5duj62cyg

for those of you (like Ellie) who want to check out my awesome rock band, here's a coupla upcoming UW shows:

upcoming shows

Tuesday, March 22nd @ UW Student Life Centre
More TBA.

Thursday, March 24th @ UW Grad House
w/ The Barmitzvah Brothers, The Chestnuts And The Trees. $5, 19+.

party on.

yeah, my guitar is done and working properly! and with thin strings on it I can flyyyy like a birdie. Now to get rid of this strange pain in my chest.

fuck I absolutely hate wiring guitars. i tore my fucking thumb open goddamnit. i don't even have a playable guitar to play. fuck. tooooootally stressed out over practically nothing today. i am completely fucked.

and it all comes down to money.

Godddamnit why do i feel so fucked up? is it because i havent been taking my meds? maybe cause i haven't been wasted in 2 weeks? probably the first. but fuck. i felt depressed 2 days ago, then i felt grrrrreat yesterday, now i just feel fucked. fuck i hate my head. why can't i just feel normal all the time? its this chaos that's gonna make ( Read more... )

last night my band played a show. we ate marijuana brownies before hand, and we played so incredibly tight, it was fucking amazing. see, normally when i play, i focus on the sound of my bass. but last night, i could hear everyone equally, and i was just so zoned in, so entranced, i could totally feel the groove. it was awesome. i hope we can ( Read more... )

th fretless baritone guitar named Louisa is almost finished? YEAH!!!!!!!!!

Okay, so, to those of you who met Nobuko, I must aqsk you a question. how old would you guess she is? well, i found out tonight, and it kind of, well, I don't know what to make of it. it kinda changes everthing, but maybe it doesn't have to. I really don't know what to think. So i'm pounding back tequila and dark beer since I don't feel like ( Read more... )

Why is it that every time I get something going it my life, the bubble bursts before anything happens. always! looks like Texas ain't happenin now. fucking green cards and visas n shit getttin in the way of my plans. fuck.

So, how's this for a plan: hop on the greyhound, head down to Austin, Texas, build guitar pedals for a living.

I think I just might do it.