longblackbangs

A number of things have happened since I last posted, but since the good and the bad have somehow found a mediocre in-between I haven't had the urge to share much of anything. Somehow just hiding under the comforter seems like a better way to spend any and all of my free time.

But...the time has come to say a thing or two. So I went to Chico last weekend. Why oh why did all my friends decide to move to that god-forsaken place. Really, I don't think I'm gonna be going back there for a loonnnnggg time if my self control has anything to say about it. A town filled wiht tons of friends, cheap booze and nothing to do but consume that cheap booze has played havoc on my body. For the past two week I had been doing a pretty good job of eating good, exercising and not drinking too much more than water or soymilk. Well, after this weekend I can be the first to tell you how fast two weeks can go down the drain. I know this is always gonna happen. It is just that somehow I forget what the price is to visit them. BUT, they are slowly working their way out of that shithole. One of them is graduating this month! However, I don't think she has plans to move out of their too soon. Seriously, it's retarted.

Anyway, here are the "entertaining" highlights. Friday night was cool. Things were chill and we just ended up making passive aggressive remarks at a bunch of kids that got out of a Mudvain concert Friday, however, was a two-part sob story that involved my face running into two things...a fist and a shed...these two events were not related though.

The Fist: Walking down the street after the bars close. Some dude goes out of the way to run into my friend and so there is this lame-ass arguement that follows. Without anything to say to my smart-ass remarks, the friend of the beef-head that ran into us randomly turns around and socks me in the mouth. Thanks to my self-conciousness though, nothing more happened because I was more worried my teeth we're fucked than "defending my honor". Somehow making sure that I was still looking dapper for the rest of the evening put inself ahead of trying to duke it out with some business major in a checkered shirt and cargo shorts. Thank you billyboy's vanity!!!

The Shed: I guess I could sum it up like this...No matter how skinny you think you are, a large empty cardboard box cannot hold you up. And, sitting on the edge of it, with you feet tucked under you, and your hands in your pocket...not a good idea. Seriously, that one messed me up more than the fist.

Anyway, the coolness that came out of everything is this:

And Akai "Midi Production Center"...basically a drum machine that can sample anything and chop it up into any sort of drum or loop. A friend owed me money for a computer I sold him last summer and this was what he gave me in payment!!! It makes me want to poop my pants. All the sequencing and what-not that groups like the Faint do is done on one of these. Awesome, awesome, awesome!

Holy shit, this thing is getting long. And to think I was gonna make it an early night...

lovebillyboy

So here is to clean living for the next long while!!!

Dear Gawd,
Please make alcohol illegal or let me find a large group of people that want no part of it.

Thanks,
William Ludlow