NotJason dislikes Things that are extremely cute in an innocent sort of way. he can't take it.
I’m private
First off:
Super cute. I normally hate septum piercings, and perhaps hers is no exception, but she's got enough going on to make up for it. I'm glad, to a degree, that there are people in the world that share my taste in women, and put them on the internet. And the thing is, I could count a number of things about her appearance that normally would place her outside of my "type", but I still find her attractive.
I desperately wish I could be popular and social on this site, but I never will be. I can't bring myself to be active on the forums or to comment often on stranger's blogs. It's weird, because that's exactly what I used to do all the time. I never understood how anyone could be a lurker, but now that's me. I want to reclaim the internet-outgoing personality I used to have, but I don't think I can. Everything I write here is basically read by nobody. I don't know why I bother.
The privacy is nice though.
Super cute. I normally hate septum piercings, and perhaps hers is no exception, but she's got enough going on to make up for it. I'm glad, to a degree, that there are people in the world that share my taste in women, and put them on the internet. And the thing is, I could count a number of things about her appearance that normally would place her outside of my "type", but I still find her attractive.
I desperately wish I could be popular and social on this site, but I never will be. I can't bring myself to be active on the forums or to comment often on stranger's blogs. It's weird, because that's exactly what I used to do all the time. I never understood how anyone could be a lurker, but now that's me. I want to reclaim the internet-outgoing personality I used to have, but I don't think I can. Everything I write here is basically read by nobody. I don't know why I bother.
The privacy is nice though.
Pictures that won't really fit on the page:
Those are all from a show I played the other night at a new place downtown. I recently switched to bass from guitar, and let Tony (the other guy) play all the guitar all the time. We sound about 300 times better now, and I don't think we sounded all that bad to begin with. I'm so happy to finally be excited for this project again. It's good to have things that matter.
Those are all from a show I played the other night at a new place downtown. I recently switched to bass from guitar, and let Tony (the other guy) play all the guitar all the time. We sound about 300 times better now, and I don't think we sounded all that bad to begin with. I'm so happy to finally be excited for this project again. It's good to have things that matter.
Welp.
I'm at my parents' house in Sherman right now. My girlfriend is in Massachusetts for the weekend, and since I'm moving soon, I thought I'd take the opportunity to bring home some of the things I'm not going to need at my new apartment. I'm going to be moving in with my friend tony, who lives in a much nicer place with lower rent. My new room is going to be a little bigger than my current room, but more importantly, it's got a more convenient layout. It's a standard square shape with a closet sunk into the wall and baseboard heating. Compared to my current room--an oblong rectangle with a giant radiator and inconvenient closet--it should equal out to a lot more space. Tony has a fairly professional studio set up in the basement, so most of my music equipment will go down there. I'm excited to see the combined effect of all our guitars in one place. I love stuff!
Again, I wish I could be a more active part of this community, but I'm too antisocial.
I'm at my parents' house in Sherman right now. My girlfriend is in Massachusetts for the weekend, and since I'm moving soon, I thought I'd take the opportunity to bring home some of the things I'm not going to need at my new apartment. I'm going to be moving in with my friend tony, who lives in a much nicer place with lower rent. My new room is going to be a little bigger than my current room, but more importantly, it's got a more convenient layout. It's a standard square shape with a closet sunk into the wall and baseboard heating. Compared to my current room--an oblong rectangle with a giant radiator and inconvenient closet--it should equal out to a lot more space. Tony has a fairly professional studio set up in the basement, so most of my music equipment will go down there. I'm excited to see the combined effect of all our guitars in one place. I love stuff!
Again, I wish I could be a more active part of this community, but I'm too antisocial.
I was going through the songs I've written so far this year, and I came to a shocking discovery. A couple actually. Firstly, I discovered that contrary to what I like to believe when I'm feeling sorry for myself, I've written some pretty kick ass material in the past four months. Secondly, this somewhat goofy song I wrote entitled "Honesty Creeps People Out" is perhaps the best thing I've ever written in my life. The melodies are far and away beyond what I'm normally capable of. If you're curious, it's posted, along with the lyrics, here. You should listen to it.
But here is the problem with that song and a few of the other really cool things I've written this year. They are WAY too personal and incriminating to be worked into my stage show or recorded on records. I found out that if I write songs about me being a scum bag and a pervert, I can dish out some amazing stuff, but then I'm never going to want anyone to hear it. What should I do about that?
But here is the problem with that song and a few of the other really cool things I've written this year. They are WAY too personal and incriminating to be worked into my stage show or recorded on records. I found out that if I write songs about me being a scum bag and a pervert, I can dish out some amazing stuff, but then I'm never going to want anyone to hear it. What should I do about that?
I'm excited. Yesterday I got a check in the mail for two hundred dollars. This is payment for a show I played last week with my band Wood Burning Cat. I've been playing music for 7 years now, and I've been in a handful of projects, and played more shows than I can even think of, but this amount of compensation is unprecedented for me. My old pop band used to get three hundred dollars for bar gigs, but that all disappeared into the black-hole band-fund, save for the occasional 20 bucks I could scrape off the top to pay my gas bills. (Never trust "band funds.") There are only two people in my band, and I'm not pulling any of that bullshit, so it's 100 dollars for each of us, for a half hour of making feedback saturated noise. I know that we were grossly over paid, and that this is not a reflection of what our show is actually worth, but it feels really good to be taken so seriously and compensated so heavily. I'm so tempted to take my half of the money and turn it into a low end custom telecaster, but I have bills to pay and I should not be so irresponsible.
I keep sneezing this morning for some reason, and sneezing hard. It's slightly painful.
Tomorrow it will have been one full year that I've dated Angie. I try not to be sentimental, because it makes me as nauseous as it would any bystander, I'm sure. However, I will say that it doesn't really feel like it's been that long, and I've seen her almost every single day for the past year. I think that's a good sign. I've been in much much shorter relationships that feel like they've lasted an eternity with girls I saw far less regularly. Congratulations, us.
Time feels limited lately, and I dislike it. I feel a drive to pursue a number of hobbies, but I feel necessarily limited as to what I can effectively fit on my plate. It seems wise to prioritize music, as I've done very little songwriting in the past two months, and the need for fresh material seems to be growing in urgency. None the less, that can be draining and unrewarding. It's easy to spend hours working on songs that either don't come out or don't turn out usable. It seems wiser to otherwise apply the time on something else, like my newfound passion for reading, or one of the other two hobbies that are ridiculously hard to justify even thinking about (art, model-car-building (shut up, it's therapeutic)). Even then, the point of forcing myself into more reading material was to enhance my songwriting ability. Instead, it's made me question the value of lyrical expression, so now I don't know what I should be doing.
I got a new haircut a week or so ago.
Before:
After:
I keep sneezing this morning for some reason, and sneezing hard. It's slightly painful.
Tomorrow it will have been one full year that I've dated Angie. I try not to be sentimental, because it makes me as nauseous as it would any bystander, I'm sure. However, I will say that it doesn't really feel like it's been that long, and I've seen her almost every single day for the past year. I think that's a good sign. I've been in much much shorter relationships that feel like they've lasted an eternity with girls I saw far less regularly. Congratulations, us.
Time feels limited lately, and I dislike it. I feel a drive to pursue a number of hobbies, but I feel necessarily limited as to what I can effectively fit on my plate. It seems wise to prioritize music, as I've done very little songwriting in the past two months, and the need for fresh material seems to be growing in urgency. None the less, that can be draining and unrewarding. It's easy to spend hours working on songs that either don't come out or don't turn out usable. It seems wiser to otherwise apply the time on something else, like my newfound passion for reading, or one of the other two hobbies that are ridiculously hard to justify even thinking about (art, model-car-building (shut up, it's therapeutic)). Even then, the point of forcing myself into more reading material was to enhance my songwriting ability. Instead, it's made me question the value of lyrical expression, so now I don't know what I should be doing.
I got a new haircut a week or so ago.
Before:
After:
