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Monday, January 05, 2004
Rocking out
So I've been playing an ass-load of quitar in the last two weeks. I've perfected quite a few new songs. Lets see what I have: Guster - Amsterdam, Our Lady Peace - In Repair and Made To heal, Offspring - Million Miles and Special Delivery, Coldplay - Beautiful World, Lit - Miserable, The Used - Bulimic and as a little fun thing, the Tetris Theme. Then I have been working on a few songs including some I just started today: Weezer - The World Has Turned, Smashing Pumpkins - Bodies and Zero, RHCP - Under The Bridge, Moby - Everloving, Evanescence - Hello, Offspring - The Noose and I think that's it. Am I a geek if I put on personal concerts in my room for me? I dont know, I like standing up and jumping around while I play along with the song. Woo!
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4-day Weekend
Ian Simpson from Scotland. He's a musician, and a pretty good one, I listened to a couple of his songs that he had on the internet. If you like Guster and/or Granian I would recommend a listen. Well this weekend was.... hardly interesting. There were some arguements, some getting angry. THERE WAS SOME ADAM, which was pretty cool. Um. There was some video games and sleeping thats pretty much it. Whatever.
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Perceptions
There it was staring right back at me, nonsense. Madness. It was as if the world was in a fed-exed box, that had been shaken tremendously on the journey to its destination. The roughly painted lines between reality and surreality slowly faded away. I began to think... but then my mind went blank, white as the canvas I stare at intently right now. The obsidian ash keys my fingers knowingly trace, on which symbols are etched like edicts on solid granite. Fingers moving over them as softly as they would on a ouija board, with the same strange sense that they're going somewhere, but not knowing where they're going. Seeing things in from a new perspective has never been so beautiful. Though knowing that I'll never see things that way again is discouraging, the simple joy in resurrecting broken pieces of a glass memory and the knowledge that I had experienced that once before, prepares me for what lies ahead.
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MY schedule RULES
Check it out.
Monday: 9:05 Physics light and sound 11:15 Intro to Theater 5:15 Math 6:45 American Civilization
Tuesday: No classes
Wednesday: 9:05 Physics light and sound 11:15 Intro to Theater 5:15 Math 6:45 American Civilization
Thursday: No classes
Friday: 8:00 Math 9:05 Physics Light and sound 11:15 Intro to Theater
Dare I say BOOYA?
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The Adventures of Ali
So Ali told me something really fucked up today. He was out driving with his friend in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. They weren't drunk and hadn't been drinking, but somehow they managed to flip the car they were in. Thing is neither of them were the owner of that car. So they were stranded in the middle of nowhere. They called triple A but they said they wouldnt come and turn over the car until the police had filed a report and done breathalizer tests. So they had to call the police and he police wrote a report. While they were investigating, Ali began to throw up because of the shock of knowing he would have died had he not been wearing a seatbelt and also because he had been standing out in the cold for three hours. He didn't get home until 6:30 in the morning. Total Bummer.
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Time Capsule
Last week I went to a place I hadn't been to in long, long years. I actually can't remember the last time I had gone there. When I was born my dad owned a small pizza parlor in Peachtree Squares called Dagwoods. I spent many long hours in their with my dad, and in fact, my first video game was the Pacman machine he had there. Around the time I was four or five my dad got tired of the restaurant business and sold his restaurant to some friends. We walked in last week, and in as many years, almost nothing had changed. The only things noticable were the expansion and the new pictures on the walls. They had bought the space next door and expanded the restaurant, but it looked exactly like the original half. My dad had original built the booth seats from scratch, and they built more the exact same design for the expansion. He had drawn a sign on a small black board with a hand pointing to the register that says "Take out and cashier" before I was even born. It wasn't very visible from where we sat, and when my father remarked that it had something wrong with it, I said "The hand has six fingers" before I could even think about it. The pizza was still the same as I remembered it, with my dad's old sauce recipe, so good. As we left I decided to go around to the back corner, and low and behold, Pacman was still there. I played a few games of pacman whilst reminiscing with my dad. It was cool.
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