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| I shouldn't have to tell you that it's indeed been awhile since I've last written anything on this site (but I believe I just did). During my time on inactivity my time was occupied by sleeping and my rediscovery of computer games. I have just recently decided to take a small break from sleeping all day, so I figure, why not write a nice little entry in this. You know, just to keep me sane.
While I'm doing this I'm also watching my Silverstein bonus DVD. It's an amazing DVD that is overall very depressing to me. Why?, you ask. Because I wasn't there at the filming. Sure, it was in Chicago and I live nowhere near there, but Its the most amazing performance ever and it kills me that I wasn't there to see it live.
So, as I sit around depressed over things, you should send me Silverstein tickets!
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| Life is boring, for the most part. Thats a fact we all must face.
Lets imagine if just living was so exciting that nothing else would need to be done.
For starters lets touch on what is important to me, music. Music in essence is a hobby. What if being alive was so enthralling that no one in had ever stopped to pick up an instrument, or to even invent an instrument! The closest we would have to the greatness that is music would be the crickets at our windows at night.
Hobbies, lots of things that we take for granted come from pure and simple hobbies, hobbies that couldn't have existed without boredom. Most computer breakthroughs are the product of hobbiests. Bill Gates, a man with an obsessive hobby, he revolutionalized the world of computers (for most people). The computer I am typing this about is only in existence because a man got bored and needed something to do.
This realization is really mind blowing to me right now.
A mere 5 minutes ago I was just trying to think what to write about when all of this started rushing to my head. Writing may have started as a simple form of communication, but it was mastered and refined as a hobby. Men and women who had nothing else to do than to write and improve the art. Most of the revolutionary writers had nothing they would rather do than write.
Like I said, its blowing my mind as I think and type this.
Never give up on your hobbies, they are what our civilization is partially based on, the simple refinement and practice of menial tasks that you think only take up free time could lead to the next revolutionary thought or invention.
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| Nothing happened yesterday, so why not just a entry of random things?
Its no secret that I have a deep seeded hatred for all environmental groups.
Oh, and if second hand smoking is more dangerous than smoking, should I start smoking?
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| Yesterday was a pretty mixed day. It should have been a really great day, but it just wasn't.
I woke up around 3 and called Bryan to see what was up, he was like "we're gunna hang out, i'm on my way to get you". I put some clothes on and left. We went to Jordan's house and got him, then to Spencer's. I reached in my pocket for my phone to let Allison know where I was, and I couldn't find my phone anywhere. I told Jordan to call my phone to see if we could find it like that and it said my number was disconnected. So shit.
Other than my girlfriend not knowing where I was or having any way to get a hold of me, it was a great day. I hung out with bryan spencer and jordan all day, which is something that i've been missing. I dont really know, ever since i dropped out i've just been sitting around the house or with Allison. And lately its been getting to me about how little I've been seeing my friends. But i'm glad I got to see them. All night we had this running gag that pretty much anything we say that could be taken sexually at all would have "LIKE LAST NIGHT!!!" added to it. It was great.
After driving around salisbury all night we dropped bryan off and went to camerons for about 20 minutes. It was alright, i never really knew the dude so jordan and I just talked about music the whole time.
Then it was time to go to Spencers for the night. We picked up my acoustic bass so we could change the strings and fool around with it. Spencer made some drum tracks with his computer and recorded some stuff, it was pretty cool. After an hour of southpark we fell asleep.
So that was pretty much my day. The shittiest good day ever.
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| Where to start...
I havn't accomplished much today. The day consisted of naps on the couch and bass playing sessions. The mornings are usually the best, I have the house to myself, theres a fresh Sportscenter on, and I play a little bass. Mornings are usually good; today was not usually. Having the flu is horrible, it takes my energy, takes away my full ability to breath through my nose, and it makes my Allison sick. The latter being the worst of all.
Around 6 (am) i started watching sc (sportscenter) on the couch while messing around with my bass. It started out as playing with the delay effect and making some crazy progressive style solos. It later matured to my mastering of "Makedamnsure" by Taking Back Sunday. I know it's a simple song but its always nice to have another song under your belt. Watching my morning radio show (Mike and Mike on ESPN2) was decent as always. The guys where funny and I got my daily sports fill.
After deciding I had had enough of being awake I switched off the TV and rolled over on the couch to go to sleep. Some decent sleep I might add, I awoke fully at 5 to my dad telling me to get up. I obliged. I called Allison to see how she was feeling, she didn't go to school because I got her sick, and I worry about her when she's sick. She wasn't feeling good :(
I went upstairs and sat on the computer looking for a new song to learn. That search was fruitless, all I did was find out how bored I could get.
Flash forward a few hours, it's 9 o'clock. Scrubs is coming on. I'm talking to Allison. I'm happy. Scrubs was pretty sucky by my standards, it was mainly comprised of assorted clips from old shows (gayyy). Allison and I talked until 10:30 about assorted nothingness, I'm surprised at how I'm not tired of that yet. We've talked like this everyday for in the area of 8 months i'm not exactly sure at the current time. But after doing the same thing for so long I still regard it as one of my favorite times of the day. Don't get me wrong, I would rather her be here with me, but she's sick at the moment, and its a school night. To make long stories short, I love this girl.
My time after getting off the phone with her has been so boring it's a blur.
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