I haven't checked LJ in over a month. I won't check it tonight. Catching up is for later. For now, I just have a question (that I also won't check the answers to until later ( Read more... )

After a bit of analysis, I've determined that I'd like to perform hard rock. Bizarre music is still much more interesting to me as an art form... but there's something about crushing guitars that is incredibly cathartic. The performance aspect is where the pure joy lies. I don't much care about the songs. With good reason. The songs only need ( Read more... )

I like the Deftones quite a bit. I'm sure you don't. If by some strange stroke of coincidence you do... then awesome. Tonight I wondered if the album they've been working on all year was nearing completion. I looked it up. It probably is. I doubt it'll get released any time soon. They have other things to worry about. Their bass player was ( Read more... )

I'm having surgery tomorrow at 2:30pm. It should be fun. I'm willingly having someone cut open my face. Not entirely sure how I feel about that. Oh well, at least I'll be a cyborg.

It's easy to talk yourself through a slightly traumatic event while it's happening. That's absolutely no problem. There's no time to worry about it. You just have to take things one step at a time and let them go. If you let yourself wonder and worry... you fail. It's as simple as that. Problem! Face has just been smashed. Solution! Get to ( Read more... )

I think the subject says it all. I spent a few hours in the hospital. I'm home. This coming weekend I'll be having reconstructive plastic surgery. That sounds fun ( Read more... )

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Walking around the house with earplugs in is fun. It's nice for things to be almost silent for a change. Normally the world is just so loud. I find myself suddenly wishing that ears had an equivalent to eyelids.

No go. C'est la vie.

1) I've come to the conclusion (which is an odd phrase, considering how malleable conclusions are) that being forced to do things that we don't necessarily want to do is good for us. In the time we spend doing things that we hate (ie: work) we dream. Far more vividly and far more memorably than while we're asleep. We dream of things that we ( Read more... )