How far we've come

Say what? Two posts one week? My God Chris, are you ill? Mad?
The (technical) correct answer to this question is yes, as I am slightly unwell with an annoying head cold, and the madness is... well, quite eminent.
The reason for me doing multiple posts in a single week though, is this: Lately I've been putting thought towards my journal I abandoned only after I started "My Song", and it's kind of sad entry-wise. Most of my journal entries were kind of vain and pointless, but that aside, I did one most every night, and I can read back on those, and tell quite clearly my own tale. In comparison, however, the blog gets only one post every week or so. Anyways, what to take from my little monologue is the fact that I'm going to try to do more entries. At least two a week, but... egh, maybe not, we'll have to see, I suppose.
Well, winter is most definitely upon us here in the frigged northern-regions. The days have become shorter, and the nights contrast this recent anti-growth. However, unlike the darkness's undeniable spreading, it hasn't reached me (at least, not yet.) I've been oddly happy for the last few weeks (minus, of course for a handful of incidents, but let us not reflect upon those too much.) It's been very strange for me to have a positive outlook on everything, and to have a contented existence, rather than constantly desiring more then what life actually has to offer.
Pulling a 180 degree spin on my current thought train, my parents recently had over for dinner the new band director of the Magrath high school, Sam Yamamoto. He has a tendency to be a little "hardcore" from time to time in his teaching methods, and has a few odd tendencies, and is a bit on the odd side, but overall, he is a really nice guy. Anyways, he was over for dinner, and rather then being all awkward and uncomfortable as I expected it to be, I actually had a good time. It was decidedly pleasant to just talk to him as some guy rather than a teacher... at risk of him ever hearing of this, I'm kinda hoping it'll happen again.
Strange how things happen isn't it? For example, whenever I'm doing a post, I always think it's just going to be a quick dip into the sea of the catacombs of my mind, but usually I wind up putting up way more then I originally intend to. If you really do put thought to it though, is that not how most things happen? All the way from falling in love with a magnificent girl you met on a bus, to starting some sort of global enterprise, and owning a quarter of the Earth, to the bad end of the spectrum, like unplanned parenthood, or suicide, or gradually, but surely changing what you are, from all of the things that you once believed in, to being an entirely different creature, having your own morals twisted against you. Maybe I'm off by a bit, or completely wrong altogether, but I can't help but feel that there's a truth to my own words (wow. If that doesn't sound cocky, I don't know what does.) Either way, it's just one odd boy's observations, as my own words are not set in stone, and everything I write is completely open to observation
Okay, goodnight (or morning), and may truth and beauty always be your guides.
Be the trouble you want to see in the world

-Chris

Gentle blizzard

Hey world... In very recent retrospect, it may have been a good idea to come up with a topic, or actually have visualized an idea in my head before starting this entry (which I realize is way overdue, so my most sincere apologies. Sorry it's been so long... (okay, well only two weeks, but I've tried twice already to do an entry, but life keeps intervening, and I never get the chance to finish it. Today, however, I'll do what I can to complete an entry in... well, one social class. If not though, I'll do what I can to finish at home. The reason I haven't been writing though, is chiefly due to the fact that I have been incredibly busy with my church's Christmas production. I played the bass trombone in it, and all things considered, it went very well, minus a few small... Technical difficulties, such as the uncooperative llamas, the penultimate crying Jesus, and some small pranks played by the moving cast. The biggest thing about it though was the always reliving fact that lots (about 3500) people came, and got to hear the true meaning of Christmas.
Okay, biblical moment aside, I haven't really been feeling the Christmas spirit much this year, to be completely honest. Between the baby in the house, school, and how everybody seems so busy all the time, it just feels kinda... dead. I can't really elaborate much further than that, but it's just the way that the holidays have been striking me. There is, however something I'm greatly excited over: On December the 27th, my brother and I are going to freakin' Mexico! I can't wait to go, I get to see some family whom I haven't even talked to in nearly six months, and I get to... tie up some loose ends. Anyways, suffice it to say, I'm crazy stoked to go, and this should be a fun trip. I'll try to write at least once while I'm away.
I really don't have that much to talk about, but I would like to do a quick review. This one, however, is not of my normal medium; the beautiful, grace of music, no this is a bit different. This my friends/Internet strangers, is a video game.

Final Fantasy Tactics: The War of the Lions *Internet explorer fails at uploading image, I just leave it be*
This game, first of all, is a remake of the original Final Fantasy Tactics for the original PlayStation, released in 1997. As part of Square Enix's 20 year anniversary of the FF series, they released a remake of the game onto the PSP.
Obviously, the general idea of the game is the same, however, the things that one needs to keep in mind with this is: The graphics have been greatly amped up, plus there are some downright incredible CGI cutscenes throughout the game, complete with voiceovers, and an overall great feel. Also, there are several new jobs for your characters,(which I won't mention due to spoilers) creating a great new strategy one can employ to beat the enemy... And you'll need it. The AI is completely redone, and is (by a huge margine) more difficult than the original. You'll need all the help you can get. For lack of better way to describe it, all I have to say this this. You'll need patience, a good brain, and a bit of luck to make it through this game. I would recommend this game to anyone who is even remotely a fan of RPGs, RTSs, or even just looking for a good handheld game.
Wow... Just when I think I can't get geekier.
Ahh! 9 days until Vanessa's birthday... But... I'm prepared.
I'm nothing special, and I can take you down only one road. But I can promise you this. All the things you'll never find with others are down that path. Follow at your own risk.

In our Bedroom, After the War

First things first: My most sincere apologies for the last entry. I was just... frustrated at everything while I wrote it. Twice I thought about deleting it, but a friend mentioned that it's not healthy to censor yourself, so I refrained.
Anyways, now that we're past that (you need not worry about me, the issue sorted itself out, and somehow, the pieces are stronger now then they ever were now that their back together, (somehow)).
Over the course of this week I haven't been up to too much. Mostly just preparation for the three parades I'm marching in this weekend... Other than that though, I've mostly just been wrestling with my mind (as usual) and trying to hold onto my madness in this world of sanity.
Jeez... This is making it's self out to be a rather boring entry... There's gotta be something that I've been doing... I've found a new artist that I've really gotten into, very quickly, which I haven't for a quite a while. Their a Canadian group, with a contract with "Arts & Crafts"... I'm a little embarrassed to say how little I know about this band. I know none of the band members names, only the general area from which they hail (Ontario, I believe). Anyways, the album that I want to give a mention to is their fourth, and newest album "In our Bedroom, After the War" The chemistry between Torquil Campbell and Amy Millan is just amazing. The way that they sing to each other, is beautiful and tender to the point of reminding oneself of two lovers serenading one another. They just have a sort of... peace and tranquility to their music, that isn't heard much (okay, well it is out there, but the kind of people I hang out with, it isn't, really). The one song that I want to make a particular mention to on the album is the third track "Take me to the Riot", a song about the stupid things that people do, but not giving up hope through it all.

Okay, well enough about my music. (Actually, that's a lie, but I don't want to bore any readers away)... I found out today that Vanessa and I practically have the same haircut. Not really relevant to anything, just thought I'd mention it for the sake of mentioning it.
Wait... Do I seem like one of those creepy obsessive boyfriends, that thinks of nothing but their girlfriend? That's not a pleasant thought... I mean, I care about her a lot, but I definitely don't want to be overly clingy or anything like that. I just want to be... Well, her friend... I don't want to take the "girl" part of that to seriously

Okay, I've gotta take off now, someone else needs the computer.
Trying to maintain my madness in a world of sanity.
-Chris

A little frusturation

Grr... Since this thing has become my new journal, I've got to say this. This is an angry entry, and my substitute for beating my head against a wall and screaming at the sky. Right now, I'm mad at, and fed up with everything. I'm not sure if I want to talk about why, but it has to do with stupid oppressive shit that I have no control over. It makes me downright furious that I can't do anything about this! Fuck! No matter what is done, it's not accomplishing anything. I've waited, and worked hard, and simply done my best, but it isn't good enough. I feel so helpless. Why doth thou piss in me so?!? Why can't things just work out the way I want them to! I don't want to say that this is unfair but... It is! I try to be a good boyfriend! I work really hard to do all the right things. I do my fucking best to say all the right things, and to be the kind of guy she deserves, so why do I deserve this? Why can't this just... Work out the way that I want it to. I know I'm selfish, and self-centered, and I hate myself for all my stupid shortcomings, but I want this more than most anything. I love her, and what I have with her, but I hate how it has to be. I've been waiting forever for something to change, but it's not! God, if somewhere, somehow you're reading this, then listen to my prayer. Please. I want this more than anything else. Just... Help everything to work out.
*sigh* sorry for that. If anyone read that, I'm sorry. Just, try to understand how I'm feeling. If anyone wants to ask me, feel free to. I can't say I'll share, but If you feel like it, go ahead.

60-second reviews

Rather than actually piece together intelligent thoughts for this entry, I'll do something that a little voice inside me has been nagging me to do for a little while now: A top 10 list. It took my a while to think of a good thesis for things to make a list of, but I finally decided that instead of actually trying to pick favorites with something, I'd just push the shuffle button on my ipod, and do quick reviews on the first ten songs. So... I guess this isn't really a top ten at all, but whatever. Hope you enjoy!

10. Avril Lavigne "Falling Down", B Sides
Jeez. Looks like even the first song on the list is doomed to embarrass me. But, hey, I promised this didn't I? Okay, I'm man enough to admit that I do actually like Avril BEFORE the release of "The Best Damn Thing". After that she just became another sellout, trashing her values and the rebellious, spiritual punk girl she was, just to increase her fanbase... I'm disappointed, to be frank. Oh well. This song, anyways, is more of just a motivational song about how no matter what you are, or what you do, you are damned to make mistakes and "fall down", but it's up to us to make our own way back up. The sweet feeling of earth on my body... I suppose that is a good message though. It's really a shame that she had to go away from this kind of music though. Oh well, next song!

9. Eels "My Beloved Monster", Beautiful Freak
Okay, this one reflects what I would like to call my taste a lot better. Many people actually know of this song due to the fact that it appears in the movie "Shrek" (The first one, that is), but that isn't actually how I came to know this criminally underrated artist. A friend simply told me about them, and lent me the album thinking I would like them. And like them I did! Mournfull, yet thoughtful lyrics, sensetive instrumentals, and a dark, but somehow increadably uplifting feel to it. Anyone into artists like Radiohead, Cake, Coldplay, or the Moldy Peaches should really check these guys out. You won't regret it.

8. System Of A Down "She's like Heroine", Hypnotize
I'm slapping myself in the forhead right now. It's almost like my ipod (named James) is making a concious effort to make a fool out of me. Well... What's done is done. Let's get this over with. Okay, for starters, the odd-ness aside, I have an good (though very strange) relationship with SOAD. The same friend mentioned above who lent me "Beautiful Freak" also lent me this... Actually looking back on him, he is a pretty strong musical influence on me. However, it was Vanessa who actually helped me past the initial gag reflex (I say that in the nicest possible way) of the band. About the actual song though, it's one of those things that you have to try really, really hard not to take so seriously. It's about transvestites, prostitution, and (obviously) heroine. Seriously, the last minute of the song is just Serj Tankien yelling "Ass! Selling ass for heroine!" The only other thing I have to say about the song is that it is almost as addictive to listen to as the drug it mentions. I can certainly say what I'll be listening to after I'm done this list.

7. Superbus "Radio Song", Pop'n'gum
Of all of the songs mentioned so far, this one is differnt from the first three in two ways: 1. It's the first foregin (French, for those of you who didn't know) band on the list, and second, it's by a long shot the band I know the least about. All I really know Jennifer Ayache took a trip to America to perfect her english or something like that, and somehow wound up starting a band. The song is a playable track on GH:III, and is really catchy. What I imagine it's about is probably just about the youth controlling the world, as they're desinted to... From the little I know about this band, all I can say is that I reccomend them to anyone into bubblegum pop, foregin or not

6. Rob Zombie "Living Dead Girl" Hellbilly Deluxe
Yup. This finalizes it. James has decided he hates me. Nothing I do say about Rob Zombie will change whatever anyone else thinks about him/his music. It's not bad in a "backround noise" kind of way. I honestly normally wouldn't be conciously listening to this. This song is a straightforward, cryptic metal song about the undead. No hidden meanings here. The title says it all. If you want to find out more about this (if you havn't heard it already) just check it out. I really don't know what to say about this.

5. Ben Harper "Here Comes the Sun" Live *No Artwork Availible*
Oh man... I don't really know all that much about Ben Harper to be honest, but I'll do the best with this that I can. First thing that that one should know is that although this is a soft acoustic meolody with soft singing, it is NOT a cover of the Beatles song by the same name. Ben Harper's music (generally speaking) is full of mourful melodies not unlike this one, and if I had to compare his style to other artist, I would say... Jack Johnson, Adam Duritz, and (some) Erik Clapton.

4. The Arcade Fire "Ocean of Noise" Neon Bible

First things first. Arcade Fire is awsome. Be prewarned, I have a very soft spot for Win Butler (as I have mentioned in past entries), and will never, ever say anything bad about his band, so this little portion of the entry will be a tad biased. This song is about false love, and lying to avoid breaking someone's heart. I think this song is very strong in following the albums theme of desecrating things that were holy, and in this instance, that "thing" is love, most likely represented by an unhealthy relationship, or a one night stand. Lyrics aside though, the instrumentals are just fabulous. Slow, sollem piano riffs, mandolin genly crying in the backround, and a soft drumbeat tying the voices of Win and Regine together in a beautiful harmony, sure to make even the most savage listeners smile, and relax a little. If you are not familliar with The Arcade Fire, please, get off the computer, walk to your local record store, go find a copy of Neon Bible, buy it, and listen to it in one sitting. Seriously. This album is just... Amazing... Well, lets see if the next song can measure up.

3. Bella "Camelot" No One Will Know

Wow. Looks like it can. This is probably the most obscure band on my list, and honestly, next to The Arcade Fire, probably my favorite. This 3-man (well, one man, two women) trio from downtown Vancouver came out with their sophmore album in late 2007. This album if chock-full of bouncy pop rythms, and an offbeat, punkish attitude that flows from one track to the next, to the point you'll have a heartbroken, but slightly satisfied feeling when the last tracks are rolling past your ears This band may be hard for someone to find much about, but if you have the opprotunity to, don't pass it up. Okay, about the song it's self, the general message of it (if you pay any attention to the upbeat lyrics, and aren't just mesmerized by the bass and the drums laying out a brilliant bass for the electronic treble sounds, and the voice of Cameron Fraser), are mostly about finding your way in a crowded, confusing world, and staying on the lighter side of life.

2. Linkin Park "Somewhere I belong" Meteora

On the opposite end of the spectrum from the last track, here we have Linkin Park, which I'm pretty sure is the most known song so far... I have no idea how to review a song everybody has heard a million times before. Well, all I can say is this: If you like Linkin Park, and for whatever reason havn't, check out this song. If you don't, then stay away. Sorry to cut this short, but no matter what I say, won't change anybody's opinions on the artis already. (Meteora = L.P.'s high point)

1. Blink-182 "All the Small Things" Enema of the State

I can't think of a single other song that I'd rather end this with. So what if this is the punk anthem of a generation? So what if it's repeditive and catchy? So what if it's heartwarming and thoughtful. This song is one of my personal anthems, and I feel that it embodies the late 90's and the end of an era, and the begining of another. I have nothing bad to say about this song. I don't even care how grossly overplayed it is. I... ugh, simply don't know what to say

"Say it ain't so, I will not go

Turn the lights off, carry me home

Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill,

The night will go on, my little windmill"

And that pretty well sums up what I have to say about "All the Small Things"

And thus concludes my review. If you like this at all, leave a comment, and maybe I'll do another one sometime soon. Hope you enjoyed

Neon Bible

Is daydreaming a sin?... Food for thought I suppose, but it's just one of those things that my mind insists upon wandering to while being subjected to such drivel. I'm trapped in a computer lab with the same class thatG my little brother is in (papercointastical.blogspot.com). Anyways, my apologies for the false promise of an entry on Sunday. Simply put, one thing led to another, and I never got around to doing it. Suffice it to say though, the dance, though it was a crappy school dance, complete with annoying lights, mediocre smoke effects, an awful soundtrack, and the watchful eyes (yet again) of teachers, it still managed to make it's self enjoyable... No small part to Vanessa, yet again.
I don't want to cut this entry short, but I really don't have much to say... No, wait, I lied, I do have one interesting topic I want to get in on. Lately I've been finding myself automatically pondering what/how my actions affect the mindsets of other people. Not their emotions directly, but more their... conscience thinking, and simple (or, rather, not so simple) trains of thought. It's fascinating to try to piece together the psyche of an individual. Anyone from my grouchy, but good-natured finance teacher, to the girl reading this over my shoulder.
Gah... These terrible book reports are driving me mad! Okay, I'm going to go drown this annoyance in "The Arcade Fire's" album "Neon Bible". It's all about the desecration of things that were once holy (love, religion, individualism, sex, and peace) that's meanings have all been twisted by capitalism, and corporations. Well, even with the awesome message, it's still amazing to listen to... Hell, Win Butler could be reading the phone book, and it'd still be way better than most of the stuff I listen to. If you want a good listen, check this album out. It's worth any sum of money, trust me.
Remember, if worse comes to worse, follow your heart, and trust your head. Best of luck!

Hold on now Youngster

I'm not sure what's sadder. The fact that I'm hanging out alone with a Los Campesinos EP on Halloween, a night where ordinary teenagers are up to all sorts of no good, or the fact that I willingly chose that over going Trick-or-Treating/mischievous antics with my friends tonight. In any regard, spending time alone is really nice. I haven't been doing much of that lately. It's always people, activities, family stuff, and all sorts of other life consuming things that involve me having little time just to myself. It's strangely religious feeling, just to close my eyes, and have wild bass lines, frantic, mildly distorted guitars, and odd indie punk-ish lyrics all around me.
Heh... Well, to be completely honest, I'm not entirely alone. I do have my trusty cross-continental IMing friend, a strange girl, to be blunt, but a good friend. I sometimes have trouble believing how close the two have us have become without ever meeting face to face... But, only time will tell what will happen there.
Lets see... Today a friend of mine kinda got me into role playing a little bit. That is some weird shit. Well, it's not just the idea of doing everything through/pretending to be your character, but how the people who actually do regularly partake in it. Most of them are just odd, lonely outcasts, not unlike myself. They (mostly) have really bizarre, yet fascinating ideas about things, all though they often don't have the best words to describe things with.
I wish that tonight would hurry up and finish. I have a date tomorrow with Vanessa, but as for tonight, the two of us are apart, just wishing we weren't. Hold on... I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but Vanessa and I don't actually live in the same town. We live in neighboring towns, about a 10 minute drive apart. The thing is though, when neither of us can drive, 10 minutes suddenly becomes a much larger distance. Pfff... Oh well. It's not too long now, before we actually can.
Jeez. Only as listening to the album drawing to a close do I realize how long I've taken to write just this short entry. Maybe I should draw it to a close before too long. I would greatly appreciate it if my brain could come up with any amazing, poetic inspirational words to make up for that much teenage angst, but that's pretty wishful thinking. Walking like giant cranes, with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked in... something. That was a line from "A Wolf at the Door" by Radiohead, the last track on the album "Hail to the Thief".
G'night, have a stellar Halloween, and don't aggravate the pumpkin king.



*Edit* I'm writing this the morning after Halloween, and it turns out, it was great. Not to long after I finished the post, I got a phone call from Vanessa, asking me if I wanted to hang out with her and her friends that night. Obviously, I said yes, and the night was a blast! It was so fun just to lose my inhibitions, and just let loose... Be a teenager, once in a while.
In any regard though, I suppose my whining was all to waste, but hey, it's all part of life, right?

Happy November 1st, sleep in, and wish me luck for the dance tonight. If anything memorable happens, I'll write about it on Sunday (or Monday, maybe)

Mormon Dances

For anyone familliar with the general concept of LDS dances should know this already: They're tame, generic, repeditve, and often just downright boring. The event I attended last night, however, was quite different. Yes, it was the same songs that are always played, yes it was the (mostly) same crowd, and of course the choking supervision of authoritative Mormons everywhere. The different part is credited to one person though. A girl by the name of Vanessa. God... Last night was the happiest I've been in a long time. Were this not a place where anyone at all could see my blog I'd write all about the amazing time I had in unhealthy depth, but I'll refrain. Anyone who does want to know, feel free to ask, I may (or may not, it depends who you are) ,elaborate on the events of the night.

Anyways, I just wanted to mention that, while it was still really fresh in my head. For the rest of this entry, I suppose I'll just let on a bit more about myself. I'm Canadian (and damn proud of it) I have four siblings, and I'm the oldest, but I don't mind it... In fact, I kinda like being the oldest, and carving my own paths, and guiding my bothers and sisters along the way. I have a slightly obbsesive relationship with my music. I'm very, very passionate about the arts, and people who don't care about that drive me crazy. And, my favorite clothing brand is threadless (www.threadless.com) 'Tis great

Okay, I just wanted to say some of those things while I could. I apoligize for any typos that may be in here, as I'm working with a new keyboard, and it's kinda unnatural for me to write with.
Oh well. Do what you can, right?
There must be an angel with a smile on her face, when she thought up that I should be with you.

Morning Glory

The first thing that should be established is this: This entry is another being written in class. I would have wrote last night, but my unhealthy Super Metroid addiction said otherwise. To be completely honest, I don't have to much to talk about that has happened since Sunday.
Lets see... Monday was my Grandfathers 91st birthday, which by any margin is quite an amazing lifespan. I can't help but wonder how existence (in general) has changed since he was my age... Odds are he was far more masculine, and physically in shape than me. The real thing that had me wondering was this thought, however: Was he a dreamer? Did he ever think that there was more to life than this? Maybe seventy-five years ago, Otto Gast wasn't that unlike me... As much as I wish that to be true, I think that that's not quite the case. I believe that if someone is a dreamer, they'll always be... *sigh* It's times like this I pray that I'm right. If being odd, with my head in the clouds, wanting more than what this world has to offer... I don't want to change. If growing up, and being a normal, functional, reasonable member of society is what I'm meant to be... Then I hope I have the courage to be wrong, or cast off my destiny.
Anyways, my apologies for that... I didn't mean to get all existential there, but it just sort of... happened. I'll try to at least give good warning before I do that again (which will, without doubt, happen)

I have very soft hair today!

Lazy Sunday

*Yawn* It's a lazy Sunday afternoon. Instant messaging with my mother, looking at the last handful of leaves left alive on the lonely treetops. In an odd manner of thinking, it's a little tragic, the way that they futilely cling on to the treetops, only to be swept away at some point. Ugh... Lets not get going too far down this thought path, for risk of going into the whole "questioning mortality" cycle, and then that just get's everything going around in circles...
Anyways, several days ago, I had a conversation with a dear friend (who may or may not be reading this post), which wound up revolving around the idea of... The maturity in a relationship, and how that will grow with me, and the various responsibilities of not letting that maturity come ahead of me. It just made me think about how, she was right, in saying that I need to be careful, not only with myself, but about how what I do could easily change the life of another person. This might be kind of a roundabout way of saying it, but we're all in this together. Some kind of magical chorus of all of our souls, entwined.
Well, before I go, I leave you all with this: The pain of making a mistake is nothing compared to the pain of a mistake you wish you had made.

P.S. Anyone looking for good music, check out Radiohead's 5th album, Hail to the Thief.

Fourth period, Monday... Ugh...

I've tried to do this before, and so far it's never turned out, but I guess I'll give it another try. What I'm talking about, with my obscure reference, is doing writing in the computer lab during class time... I wonder if by doing more frequent entries, I'll fall into a trap of my own creation, and whatever quality was to my entries to begin with will deteriorate. Oh well... It's not worth getting to worked up about.
Anyways, it's come to the point that I'm done my work, and now I'm just waiting for class to end. Obviously, nothing big has happened in the last two days, so instead of that, I'll try to write about my thoughts. Lately I've been contemplating our motivations about why we do what we do, and the thing that I've found, is that most of our actions are driven by three main motives: Guilt, self-gratification, and passion (namely love and anger, often a combination of the two).
Well, I try to have at least something memorable in each last paragraph, but I think that that'll be difficult in this instance, considering the classroom setting. Heh... The way things are, I'm proud of myself for having even proper grammar in this entry, nonetheless actually having slightly interesting thoughts. Well, I thank anyone who took the time to read this, and I'll try to have something more worthwhile next time.
Lay awake, with the city in silence.

No Alarms, no Suprises

Ugh... The monotony of life has really been getting to me lately. I need to switch something up in my life, or I'll simply go crazy. In any regard though, my promise to myself to attempt to do at least one entry a week has failed. Every time I attempt to come up with something worth reading, I just tire myself out, and run out of steam.
Hm... Instead of buying myself a new guitar like I kept thinking I was going to, I realized that the guys who I rock with, we're simply a garage band. No one is watching us, so the looks of our equipment won't make a difference. So, I invested in a new digital distortion pedal. It is amazing! So much fun to play with.
Woah... that wasn't good at all. I apologize for that, as it was completely unneeded. If nothing else though, it does help to illustrate the state of mental idle I've been in.
Before I finish this, let me say this to the world though. Life is only as perfect as you make it. Saints and sinners alike, life is beautiful.
Morning bell.

A bit more about myself

Hello world. Writing this on a brisk autum night, with a window open right next to me. It feels cool and clean. It's a good feeling to write to.
Anyways, not a ton has gone on in my life since the last entry. Be slightly different as I may, I still attend school like the masses.
Getting going on a topic completely unrelated to what I've mentioned above, I want to write about someone. An individual with whom I've forged an inexplicable connection with over the past year. My dear friend, recently turned girlfriend, Vanessa. I can't explain what the two of us have with words alone, so I'm not going to even attempt... But she means a lot to me, and I probably will be bringing her up in future posts, just for your referance.

Life is beautiful. Everything and everyone about it. The way we interact and live amongst each other. The way we form bonds and friendships, and have fallouts that destroy love over a matter of seconds. We make up, and become friends again. The world is crazy, and the people in it are all crazy. Nevertheless... Everything is... Music. This is our song.
Sing with me, don't worry that the world is watching.

Introductions

First off, let me establish this. There will be little, or no consistency to the content, and quality of this blog. It may have page long posts, or some entries that are only a couple sentences long. It all depends on what kind of a mood I'm in. I might write entries about taboo topics, things that could offend someone, or I might just talk about what I wore today, but no matter what I wind up doing, I'll try to keep things interesting. Wish me luck