It is a strange game we play, a kind of dramatic enactment of the universe's dream.

I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetary.
I don't want to live my life again.

Well, after a meeting with my advisor turns out I have yet another semester of school after this and summer school. I knew in the back of my mind that this was going to happen, so at least my supsicions were confirmed. I'm understandably upset, but at the same time I'm pretty much settled myself with it. I told myself a long time ago that I wasn't going to put a time limit of my college. I never wanted to have that sort of cap on it, because setting goals like that are always far fetched for someone like me. As long as I finish, I think I'll be doing alright.

Band News. We're going to be doing the pre-pre-pre-discussion for the video tonight. We found a videographer who also happens to be a fan, so we're going to milk that. I have no ideas for a video, but I think it's going to be either for Hobby Airport or Folks. I figured it's not going to as big budget as we want, so no Michael Bay type explosions or anything like that. Well, maybe one explosion. Or two.

I want to explain what it felt like to cross the border from Chile to Peru.

This week has been nothing but a whirlwind of sickness and sleep.

For some reason my internal clock is messed up beyond belief. I guess it's just becuase late night after late night, and the absence or responsibility during the day. Except for class. This semester all my classes are those kinds of classes where attendence isn't required, so that's really horrible on my part. Oh well. I always make it by.

I'm really concerned about school though. I need to meet with my counselors and see what's in store for me. I'm supposed to graduate after I take this one tiny math class at NCTC and that'll be that. I'm worried that there's something else, and that I'm going to have to take another semester, and that I'll have to put off my life for another semester. I don't know how much more I can just keep putting things off like this. I'm going to be 25 and there's some much I always said I'd do by now, but alas, here I am. I need some initiative.

I found a Morrissey photo book for Jane today that made her happy. That's at least one thing that I can say I've accomplished before I turn 25: Make a lovely girl happy.
xoxo

The tickets were a gift from Junie's father, of course.

Okay, I give up already.

People around me all time comment on how hot and beautiful Milla Jovovich, how talented an actress she is, etc, etc. I usually contend that although I am a big fan of The Fifth Element, I could never see it. So now I gracefully bow out and accept that yes, she is beautiful and yes, she is also talented. I've never seen any of the Resident Evil movies, so her acting talent goes without saying.

Day two of sickness. I felt worse this morning, it's only now starting to feel better after Jane gave me a crazy amount of Vitamin C (the Vitamin, not the singer). My throat still hurts and I have the shaking rattling cough of an old man, but these things aren't uncommon when I get sick. When I get sick, I turn into some blithering idiot, forced to roam the house in a t-shirt and track pants and wonder why television sucks now. I want to watch Family Matters.

My friend George called tonight, he leaves for good to the great City of Brotherly Love on March 1st. George was once the lead singer/guitarist of The Pebble That Saved The World before Jacob replaced him. He's a great guy, George. He'll be sorely missed by all. One great finale at Lou's on Sunday and then he will be in the midcities with his parents and then gone to the home of The Roots, Bill Cosby, Will Smith and and Kevin Bacon.

His name was Mr. Smith, but he didn't look like a Mr. Smith.

This weekends freak weather (which isn't actually 'freak' weather considering it is February) has left me with a sore throat and a headache.

Friday I got punched in the nose, yes, a bloody nose at 24. I got my first bloody nose when I was 11, by a kid named Josh. This time it was a fifty-four year old man who was having a bad day. I bled, it was sore, but it was over quickly. I just had a headache. No big deal

Saturday was our show at the Yellow House. The first band, Red Team Go! played for an hour. We had shaved our set list down to eight songs becuase we wanted to keep it short and sweet so Last of The Interceptors could have the night. Alas, they didn't go on until 2am. Some girl got punched in the face and had to be rushed out, Caleb got beaten up by some unknown drunk guy. I guess it was a rockin' good time, but I had to leave so I could go to work....

...late. I went to work late.

Lone Star kicked the toe of his boot into the light brown grass.

What's with the weather?

Yesterday the sun was shining, a light breeze, I think I heard a bird. I was listening to Mungo Jerry sing about summertime, and now this. The girl at the Union where I bought lunch said "This is why I get sick." Which I replied, "Can I have a paper bag?"

I finally decided that it's about time I should cook at home instead of just on the weekends. I'm pretty sick of eating out all the time, and Denton doesn't have the choiciest places. I mean, I enjoy fast food just as much as anyone else, probably more, but I just can't take much more of it. It takes half an hour for us to decide to go anywhere, when there is a full functioning kitchen right behind us. So I'm going to clean the microwave this weekend, and use it. I don't think I've turned it on in over a week. Is that weird?

Oh, BTW, there's a show this weekend at the Yellow House. Red Team Go, The Pebble That Saved the World, Last of The Interceptors (their CD release party). Please come if you can, even know it's going to be hot and sweaty and too many scenster kids will be there and someone will be wearing stripes and complaining.

Oh yeah, I updated Range Life.

This frayed and salty baseball cap has never seen the inside of a washing machine.

Anyone ever heard of a moolatte? Or an Umlaut? I don't know.

Today I told a really funny joke, but it was only really funny to me, and that's the worst kind of joke. What's even worse is that I'm laughing at it right now. I said I should write it down, but Jane says that I'll remember it. Probably becuase I'll retell it tomorrow.

Practice sucked tonight. I don't know why. We have a show this Saturday, and I'm just not feeling it. I don't know why. Maybe tomorrow'll be better.

1. How tall are you barefoot? - 6'0

2. Have you ever smoked heroin? - Nah

3. Do you own a gun? - Nah

4. Rehab? - Nah

5. Do you get nervous before "meeting the parents"? Yeah. Totally.


6. What do you think of hot dogs? Great

7. What's your favorite Christmas song? A Wonderful Chirstmas Time- Paul McCartney

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee

9. Do you do push-ups? sometimes. not often

10. Have you ever done ecstacy? Nah

11. Are you vegan? - nah

12. Do you like painkillers? Sure

13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? God, who knows?

14. Do you own a knife? No. Jane does. She got it from IKEA. She told me not to touch it becuase its sharp.

15. Do you have A.D.D.? I don't think so.

16.Date Of Birth ? - 4/2/1981

17. Top 3 thoughts at this exact moment:
1. I've got work to do.
2. Whatever happend to the Honda AIBO robot?
3. Do I know a Gypsy? (the answer is: Yes)

18. Name the last 3 things you have bought.
1. Whataburger
2. Valentine's Day Stuff
3. Time

19. Name five drinks you regularly drink:
1. Coffee
2. Sprite
3. Amber Bock
4. Monster Energy Drink
5. Water

20. What time did you wake up today? 7:45am

21. Current hair? Longer

22. Current worry? Tests this week.

23. Current hate? Blythe Danner(always). Shareaza is slow.

24. Favorite place to be? - Bed

25. Least favorite place to be? In Line somewhere

26. Where would you like to go? Ireland

27. Do you own slippers? Nah

28. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years? Slightly to my left.

29. Do you burn or tan? Tan then burn

30. Last thing you ate? Breakfast

31. Would you be a pirate? Yeah

32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink? Tonight

33. Do you sing? Yes

34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as as a child? A Bobcat. No kidding. One single Bobcat.

35. What's in your pockets right now? Cellphone and Wallet

36. Last thing that made you laugh? Jim Gaffigan

37. Best bed sheets you had as a child? Smurfs

38. Worst injury you've ever had? Stabbed in the knee

40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 1

41. Who is your loudest friend? Micah.

42. Who is your most silent friend? Cody

43. Does someone have a crush on you? Jane.

45. What is your favorite book? Microserfs- Douglas Coupland

46. What is your favorite candy? Aero

47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? I'm Crazy For You (But Not That Crazy)-Magnetic Fields

48. What song do you want played at your funeral? Puttin' On The Ritz- Taco

49. What were you doing 12AM last night? Eating Lasagna

50. Do you love the pain a tattoo brings? I don't mind it.

You wheel your bicycle out of the hallway and nearly run over my ponytail.

Quick update becuase I have class in fifteen and I've got to drink my coffee really quick. The biggest fear is burning the roof of my mouth.

Working on a story for Dicey Brown and still trying to find books on Tarot cards. Purely research, becuase I think Tarot is a can of worms that people shouldn't even open. It's all psychological. Oh well.

You remind me that you took color theory last semester and you know colors in a professional way.

I can't sleep. I think I'm going to start updating like those COFFEE NEWS prints you find at local stores and restaurants.

TODAY!! I watched CNN this morning with the sound off so I could sleep, but I couldn't tear myself away from the ticker. I can never pay attention to the story at hand becuase I watch the ticker. I silenty mouth out the words and greedily wait for it to advance. I didn't get to sleep.

Did You Ever Notice...It sounds like someone is moving furniture next door. Earlier I heard a really evil (yet ultimately muffled) cackle come from there. I have no idea what are neighbors constitute for a good time, but I think those two things are involved. For people that seem to rarely leave, they just make a bunch of known. I guess everyone wants to get noticed. Sometime.

Good Mail News! My mom sent my medicine for my asthma. Now I can go back to bravely walking slightly uphill and taking the stairs in the Art building.

FUN FACT: If you bake buscuits and accidently leave one in the oven for a few weeks. It turns really black and hard, like a molded hard tennisball. NO FEAR! You're in luck! You can use glass cleaner and an old sponge and in nearly thirty minutes it'll come right off.

The detective must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man.

I have a splitting headache.

It's one of those headaches that centers itself in your skull, burrowing down into your parietal lobe, causing a spiderweb of pain throughout my head and neck. I've taken a couple of aspirin, but it almost seems hopeless.

I didn't go to work today. Blame it on the rain(see: Milli Vanilli). Blame it on my shitty breathing as of late. I don't know. I just didn't want to go in today. I spent most of the day doing research on Tarot cards (upcoming projects) sleeping and watching Going Tribal on the Discovery Channel. I don't care how many mainstream drugs are out there, and I don't really care what they do, but the guy on going tribal is nuts. He ate some striped tree bark sauteed in some sauce ( I believe it was a mixture of mud and...different kind of mud) and ate it. He tripped for three days, sick for three more, and then he can join the tribe. He says he lost nearly ten pounds over those days from shitting and puking everything he had out. I don't want to do that, but I'll gladly watch him do it.

I need something new to read.

It was a cold, dry wind.

I recently learned that my Lab, Tarah, has cancer.

I've had Tarah since I graduated high school, a hand me over from a friend who couldn't keep her. She was a really tiny puppy and she had to stay inside. She couldn't really go outside too much. She didn't bark or whine at all, and everyone thought there was something wrong with her.
I moved here in 2001, and Seth sort of took over caring for her. He's the best brother/dog keeper I knew, so it was up to him. He can through 100%. There are so many things I love about Tarah, and it's really making me sad everytime I think of her. I might of mentioned she recently had back right toe amputed, but she still trucks on. I know she has medicine to help control the cancer, but it's still something that bothers me.

"If only I had an accordion," I thought.

I've been listening to a lot of soundtrack scores as of late. It started with downloading Jon Brion (I Heart Huckabees, Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind) and went on to the Tosca Tango Orchestra. I can't explain it. Oh, and I got the new Arcade Fire and We Are Scientists. Good stuff.

Jacob's worried about the future of the band. Camella and I are graduating soon, Shea seems to have found Cartright more fitting, we have almost no shows lined up and the summer tour is on the rocks. What's new? I probably would be less stressed If I weren't playing, but at the same time I want to play. A conundrum. I do need to take time to write more...

...which leads to the rejection letter that I got this morning. What a wonderful thing to wake up to.
Here's a copy. I laughed at the letter, who couldn't? It's funny. I guess I'll hit up somewhere else.

People pay a lot of money not to see rotating Josephs in your electronic nativity scene.

Slow couple of days. My parents are bothering me about my w-2 forms and whatnot, gotta get that money. I've never been impressed by any of my tax returns. Every year I get a smaller and smaller amount, so I'm over it. Over I tell you!

Band meeting. Sometimes I feel like the band is a house built on an unsteady foundation. We have a new keyboard player, Crystal Kazakos, that I know everyone will be dying to see. A possibility of Shea going overboard ( on his own account) but none of us can blame him. The guy's in two other bands, one of which is actually going to do something more serious. Godspeed. If he is able to quit his day job and play with Cartright full time forever and ever, that's great. He made the comment that like being in a band is "dating four other people. All the time." Which is very true. You feel obligated to those three other people constantly. Although serious parts are lacking, you still have to be in a relationship with these other people, like it or not.

I really want a cinnabon from Cinnabons. Or just a cinnamon bun from somewhere, not specified. Except not 7-11. They're all hard and crusty.