Craigslist ad got a dozen or so responses, ranging from some guy making stupid acid freak out stuff with no beat or logic to a pot head who made bad acoustic Hendrix covers. Oh yeah, and some guy that's a big dick in the local music scene apparently, has youtube videos and everything playing Talibam! in France or some shit. His stuff itself is a ( Read more... )

I hate to stop and realize that I just really don't have the discipline to achieve my dreams.

edit - Maybe putting up this craigslist ad looking for like minded and like ability people for music might help. Dragging someone down with me or expanding it to something beautiful? Let's see if anyone even responds.

Found some chick looking for a drummer, learned her stuff and hasn't gotten back to me! Come on dammit! I like the music and I'm dedicated! This waiting is turning me into an e-mail junkie again.

You get uncovered when you have to reach for things!

( And some idiot is a racist puppeteer )

I realize that 2008 has meant almost nothing to me. As the year ended I didn't care about what life has accumulated to, where I've been or what I've done, what I've not and for what reasons. For once it's just been existence. Just another day amongst many others. To have reached this point is both terrifying and reassuring ( Read more... )

You sit outside staring at wet wood, day break with overcast skies, cigarette no longer an occasional, take your time to step inside to less sheets. Break from the norm and wear a shirt - maybe it'll make tomorrow different? Maybe you won't wake up cold and apathetic. Maybe those dreams you have, maybe you'll get up and get to them, take the time ( Read more... )

Found a toy in some nerd store, some same toy I used to have at some... point... when I was too young to remember having it, really, doing who knows what, eh, something. It had that resemblance radiance. I remember holding it, that peculiar shape, back on long two hour drives daily with nothing but the countryside, waiting patiently just to sit ( Read more... )

Frustrating. Eh. Stuck in this lush, abbreviated existence lately, hours in front of a screen or hours in front of a distraction. Everything's stunning and interesting except what I need, makes me think I'm smoking too much, drinking too much, something. Missed some class lately which troubles me to no end. I can't become that again ( Read more... )

( I take it back. )

I don't find the time nor effort to write to any real effect anymore. Even in fun, spare time, or the academic side of things, just can't, won't ( Read more... )