tailofdogma

In Valley City, where i've lived far too long, fuck isn't even a word... it's a comma.

Eh, been a strange couple of days.

Thursday, after Oepidpus practice, I was talking walking through the hallway of the music building when a girl approached me and asked if I played piano. I replied, and then was tackled into the choir room and proceeded to practice for two hours straight. I haven't played in a month and a half, it was quite strange to go from one extreme to the other. She needed someone to accompany her for the student receital that night and her pianist was stuck somewhere with car problems. So, not only did i end up having to record the show for the the recording studio class, but i ended up playing in it too. Not bad sounding overall. I've been better. Wrote a song for Wasted Tuition, much more punk than anything else. Should be loud and angry, i'm looking forward to it.

Friday

Got a letter from Brook. I freaked out. It said a few things I suspected, i.e. that she'd been driving around campus trying to find me a few times (insert line about that same black fucking truck). She lives in Jamestown now and hasn't met anyone there other than her dumb coworkers. Just as I start to write a song about her she comes back into my life. How fucking bizare.

Saturday

drunkeness.

And now i just watched two fucking deer run past my window. Earlier two wild turkeys were walking across a parking lot by the Student Center. I'm not sure how i feel about this.