Yes I did. He seemed like an OK guy, but he went and murdered some people, which was pretty bad.

A very Beach Boys day.

So all I've been doing is listening to Pet Sounds and Endless Summer.

I have to spend the rest of the afternoon working on spreadsheets for my statistics class. This semester I only have to make sure I pass my last three classes (Music Therapy, Stats and Physics 2240: Electricity and Magnetism) so a lot of my time is dedicated to those classes. They're all relatively easy, so I'm not sweating it.

I'm having a rather large book sale/give away soon as I organize a list. All the one's I never really got around to reading, all the ones that just take up space. I mean, Sodomy and The Pirate Tradition? I don't need that. I'll give it away. A lot of the books came from Candace and Ktrey's moving give away. One move to another.

Been spending most of my time on craigslist NYC. Yes, it's totally doable. Everyone gripes about how expensive it is, but what I'm paying now is equal to a few of the places there in Brooklyn, so I'm not in the least bit worried.

What I am worried about is accomplishing anything on such a beautiful day.

I bought my mom a car, spent the rest of the money on PCP.

Man, it's like fuck.

Beutiful day outside. I have to run errangs, cash checks, pick up my bass from the shop, basically do all the things I need to do when I have time. Rabbi Dennis cancelled class so, thank you Rabbi.

Formal apology to the Sunset Bar and Grille on Sunset here in Denton. I didn't mean to throw up twice on your stairs last night. Thank you for the cheap whiskey and cokes, and it's called 'neat' when I say don't put any ice in there. NEAT. But, again, I'm sorry. Stomach, I'm sorry to. All you had for dinner was a bag of chips.

I do my usual blog reading when I wake up, try to catch up on anything that I missed and what's going on. Sasquatch Festival released a great line up this year. Boo for living far away. OH. Here's an excerpt from We Shot J.R. about us:

Decidedly less humble were Denton's Heartrapers, whose attitude towards the music and even the audience was much more attention starved and playfully confrontational. Depending on your opinion of this age-old Rock aesthetic, it was either great entertainment or gratingly annoying. There was an almost West Coast screamo feeling to their music, with The Blood Brothers more than likely an influence in addition to a handful of bands who peaked along with the rise and eventual decline of Buddyhead records earlier this decade. While watching their set, it occurred to me that DFW has had relatively few bands that would fit any of these descriptions, giving Heartrapers more of an advantage than they would have if they lived in, say, San Diego, the birthplace of much of this screaming style of hardcore. I expected a few more twists and turns in some of the playing, and though it was well executed, the rockisms in the band's demeanor were echoed by some of the standard riffing. None of what this obviously talented group did was bad and there were certainly some solid moments, but I left not being able to recall their music as much as I could probably imitate their various struts, stances and poses.


You can read the entire thing here.

I'm out.

* Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

My frontal lobe hurts.

Today was heavy. Outside of work I went to Judy and Derek's Engagement Dinner at Mignon's in Dallas ( I ate some walnuts). It was nice. I sat next to Ms. Kim and we were the only two who weren't really regaling in stories about R.E.I or marraige.

I feel like I'm coming to terms with a lot of things right now. The fact that I have to graduate. I have to move. I have to go alone. It seems like all these things are coming at me from different angles, but I think I've learned to take them less to heart. Everyone has advice for me, what to do, where to go, etc. etc. The only person I really have to listen to is myself, and before that's been tough for me to do. In the end I always choose what I want to do, but only usually after mulling what everyone else has to say. This time I just don't care anymore. I'll do whatever. It's a bit liberating.

I have to practice Shul with Rabbi Dennis this week. It's my first group project for my class. I say group loosely becuase the other two people in my group dropped (well, one is M.I.A). So I'm a group of one. He told me not to worry, that he'll be easy on me and let some of the people at the Synagogue run the other part of the show. Whew. So basically I'll have to light a candle and say a prayer in Hebrew. Fin. Not bad for 30% of my grade.

Another show. Friday here in Denton. House party w/ Koji Kondo and Trifle Towers. I posted photos on Flickr of the last show at RGRS.

If you want sense, you'll have to make it yourself.

Today was long.

I had to study for my Statistics test. It's the one thing standing between me and graduation, so I dedicate as much time as I can at passing. I'm no math whiz, more like cheese whiz. I know many types of cheese, but not enough formulas.

I've been thinking about starting a music blog. I look at most of my time spent on the internet and I always seem to be reading other music blogs, downloading new music, checking showtimes, label changes, etc. etc. I think I may have a go at it. The only problem is with my moving and all- It's going to be hard to keep a finger on the pulse of anything.

I keep reminding myself of all the time I'll have to write and to read (I'm thinking of trying my hand at In Search of Lost Time. I wonder if I could read all of Proust, let alone enjoy/understand it. I like to think I could. There are others too, War and Peace, Finnigan's Wake. I'll have time to get around to those things.

Other than that we have a show on Thursday at the soon the be defunct RGRS. Eat Averys Bones, Koji Kondo, the whole gang will be there to time change your face. And I have to work tomorrow, and it'll snow.