Now Shane just needs a center speaker. FYI, these speakers are genuinely moving my floor. And it is oh so awesome.

Fell asleep in music appreciation today. All 45 minutes of it. At least the guy wasn't mad.

Billy Corgan's voice is making my body tremble... And I'm fairly certain that's the first time I've ever said that.

I am feeling rather... Bleh.

I'm not sure what it is. But it is definetely affecting my ability to conciously speak good.

Ha, ha.

But truly, I have never felt this... I don't know... Bored? I've felt boredom before, but not like this, not when there's so much I can do.

I must look into this.

Well... Fuck.

Alright... Three hours of reading, an hour of guitar playing, a half hour of guitar reading, another hour of reading in the morning... And I'm still not done. Jesus, for a tuesday/thursday load, I think I took too much.

And speech today. Woopty doo.

In the past 3 days, I have experienced what I believe is the full range of human emotion.

I have been truly elated at hearing near-perfect covers of John, Paul, George and Ringo... Live. To hear songs I cared for, but with the warmth and depth of a live band... Was beyond me ( Read more... )

You remind me of home: the paint cracks when the water leaks ( Read more... )

On the way, on the way home ( Read more... )

And I continue (forgive my theft of original writings here.) to spew my comet of verbal vomit, simply because I don't know what else to do.

The dreams continue to press on, and I am unable to do anything but watch them, a spectator in my own mind, which seems to want to kill me with disturbing images.

Ah fuckitall.

Been beat up and battered 'round ( Read more... )

Today seems... Painfully familiar.