last night, while peacefully cooking myself some dinner, my roommate viciously attacked me with a knife. let it be known people, they may act nice to your face, they may pay for half the groceries, but they will always be looking for their chance to pounce. considered yourself forewarned.
sorry for the lack of updates. i’m on my spring break, and i’ve been out of town. the thing i hate about breaks from school, is that looming fear that i’ve forgotten something important, not thinking about school for a whole week. i try and think everything over, and it’s scary to realize i can’t remember what my last class was about. and to think i didn’t even go out and get drunk and party like mtv wants me too. but the saddest part of my spring is my complete lack of money. i mean, when you’re roommate has to treat you too a movie so he won’t be bored out of his mind, that’s just sad. i’m not too proud to have someone else pay for me, but when either someone else pays for you, or you don’t go…well, that’s a little pressing on my pride. but hey, i can say that “anger managment” is a good movie.
i can’t really say this without feeling like i’m bragging, but i’m not i promise. i am continually amazed at the songs that just seem to be falling out of my head. once again, i’ve written and recorded another song in one night, taking me all of about 6 hours. i’m a little biased saying it’s a good song, but i stopped working on it 45 minutes ago, and it’s still stuck in my head. i think that’s a good sign.
i’ve decided that pigeonholing my next CD as half robot-rock, half acoustic was a bad idea. this CD is going to be really different. it may sound sorta obvious, but i’m not going to write anything specific. i’m just going to write what comes to me. this is probably going to make the CD end up being all over the place. either way, it’s going to defiantly document a point in my life. i just praise God that He gives me these songs, and this new look at writing music.
Edit from 3-8-08: I really wonder what song I was talking about.
the normal dreams are always the weird oneslast night, in a drug induced sleep, i dreamt about fixing my sisters salad shooter. i don’t even know if my sister actually owns a salad shooter, but my dream was so detailed, if they’re made the way i dreamed they were, then i could fix that sucker. then my alarm went off, and the first thing in my head was the highlander theme by queen. it’s been an odd morning.
