Fuck blogspot.

Officially relocated.

Now go.

And now, something most people wouldn't give a damn about.

Now Playing: Enter Shikari - No Sssweat

EDIT: I've started a new blog for my WoW adventures.

88Silvermoon.blogspot.com

lolwhoops.

Now Playing: Parkway Drive - Boneyards

Obligatory Tuesday mornin' post. What's to talk about? I start school in about a month. Nothing else seems to be going on at the time, as of now, so I'll just write about random things every time I can't think of something. Something you would never have to legally know.

Did you know that when you die, your hair still grows?


wut the fuuuuck.

Dear world:

Now Playing: Coheed and Cambria - Ten Speed (Of God's Blood & Burial)

Today for dinner, I've decide I will make a grilled cheese sammich with tomatoes and pineapple.

Pics to come later tonight.

I ran out of cheese. This will have to wait for another day. FUCK.

Oh shit.

Now Playing: Sunn O))) - Cannon

Holy hell. Lemmie tell you. This past 3 weeks or so, I've been exploring tons of music. From hip-hop (I've started listening to MF DOOM again, waiting for his new album), rock (lolvague, stuff like Raidohead and Animal Collective), to the stuff you would never hear on the raido (see Merzbow). What I'm getting at is that I've been trying to expose myself to as much music as I can. Pros? I find more stuff I like. Cons? I find more stuff I don't. Let's get to why I'm writing this entry. You can think of this as an artist review. Sorta. There might be more to come as i see fit. Anywho, one of my favorite bands of the now; mutha fuckin' Sunn O))).

Damn do I like these guys. Here be a little bio. Two dudes met when one was in high school and the other in community college. Bling. Where would you place this in a genre? Drone/metal/ambient in one sexified manner. I will admit, I was kinda "eh" at first when I started listening to the album Black One. I decided to just stick with it till the end of the album. I don't regret it. It seemed like monotonous droning for 10 minutes a track, but after finishing it, I felt like I wanted more. I thought it was missing something. So I listened to it again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And each time, I kept hearing something different, different screams and distortions that I didn't pick up the 1st and 2nd time. To me, it's constantly changing, and just got better and better the more I listened to it. I feel that music now-a-days just lacks that. This music gives me a strange feeling in my stomach each time I listen to it. Now a days, I'm looking for more than just ear candy. I'm looking for art of some kind. I feel I've found it. But I'll say this, it's not for everyone. I say give it a listen. Try it. What have you got to lose?

Zomg, I really dig this group.

Damnit.

Now Playing: The Human Abstract - Vela, Together We Await the Storm

Guess what I started playing again.



There goes my life for another few weeks. God damnit.

Happy birthday, cousin.

Now Playing: A Skylit Drive - Wires and the Concept of Breathing

Due to the gheyness of blogspot, I can't get the pictures to fit without being clipped. So fuck. Just click the link till I can fix it.

I got it to work. I have to resize every single image. Kinda sucks. Oh well.

The picture drop is finished. Enjoy the pics.
























These next few were me testing my dads camera in my room. Nothing partyish.












Back to the party.





































...by any other name.

18 days, just about?

NP: Nujabes - Horn in the Middle

Its been a good while since I've blogged. 18 days, in case you haven't noticed. Who the hell is you? The people who read this. The one, two... perhaps three. It would be nice to be read. It would be nice to be talked about. But fame isn't what I'm after. It's something deeper than that. Something more.

I feel like I'd had enough here. I'm ready to just leave, but in what way? Sure, moving out is viable, But what is that going to get me? I realize now that I want people to see my life. Someone must care. Someone wants to know. It could be a learning experience for me. Who knows. It could be a learning experience for some anonymous reader. Who knows. It could be some crap people just skim through, looking for some crap to steal or some way to kill time.

Who knows.

I've become bored with so many things now. The same daily routine. It's as if I've hit some sort of "early-life crisis" and stuck in an endless clusterfuck with no sight of an exit. I'd love for a change. Not the kind that Obama promised, but the kind that would either bring me up or spiraling downwards. Now. Being impatient is something I have, and I admittedly accept that it is a fault of mine.

Change, motherfucker. Do you bring it?

I think I want to try something new. I want to document my life. A mass autobiography, of sorts. With anything. Something. Everything. Pictures. Words. Videos. A simple recording of voice chatter. I want to be heard. I want not to be alone, but someone sharing my emotions of thought, laughter, sadness, everything. Everyone that I happen to come in contact with. How someone has changed. I want to see what I'm like now in 2 years. 4 years. 6 years. In retrospect, I believe it would be good. I hope it'll change me for the better. For the worse. Change. I want it.

I'm only human, what more could I want?

(end confusing babble)

First post of February...

NP: The Fall of Troy - The Hol[]y Tape

...and we're mere days away from Valentine's Day. The one holiday I tend to loathe most. Why? Cuz I'm single most of the damn time. Is that a life choice? I don't think it is. It annoys the hell out of me. I've had 5 bad ones in a row. No way I'm settling for a 6th. Not settling for it sober, anywho. I'm not expecting anything. Should I?


Should really expect anything? Short answer, no.

Long answer, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Now playing: Bob Crosby - Way Back Home

Dear God, it isn't my fault that (now) whenever I hear pre-50's jazz, it makes me want to grab a gun and point it to the nearest guy with a mohawk. It isn't my fault. I've been playing Fallout much too much. And I seem to have an addiction. (God forbid, if Bill O'Reilly were to read this, he's blame terrorism on Bethesda) Not really. But Fallout is a damn fun game. Not for the feint of heart, though.

Tick.

Tock.


Fuck, it's almost 1am, and that damn insomnia is slowly setting in.



The hell am I writing about again? Oh yeah. Nothing. Heh. The lights are dark, the music is.. music. And the TV placed next to me? It's glowing. Soft god damned ambiance. Its slightly annoying, but it helps me think about nothing while I write. Would that be free styling? Iunno. I should turn this stuff off. Its raining. I enjoy just sitting and listening to it. But not tonight. Ive got the music fairly loud, and its 1am. Tick tock, damnit. Move faster. Apparently not. I apologize if none of this makes sense, the 2 people who might end up reading this. Im not hitting that backspace button for ANYTING. So whatever gets put on there, ends up staying.



Now for something completely different and dumb, which won't matter to you, and possibly won't matter to me after I hit the orange (it is orange, right?) publish now button. Now playing: Saosin - It's So Simple. Damn, that song is old. Anywho, I now look at myself and I realize something, which I feel is a pretty big flaw. I don't have any goals. I mean, I've got stuff I'd like to do, but that stuff I can do in the next year. What do I want to do in 5 years? 10 years? 20 years? Fuck if I know. I know I've got goals for the next few months to come.. I mean, it's in plain view.

1)Get yob
2)Get monies
3)Get apartment
4)????
5)Profit!!

But.. the hell am I gonna do after that? I honestly don't know. I want to move to Texas. Leave all my troubles and bullshit back in California. Start life a-new, never turn back. That would be nice. Its actually something I want to do in the immediate future. I'd love that, actually. Does that mean I have some sort of goal to look forward to? Fuck the the finish line, fuck the gold medal, let me just work on the race. This is quite a bit I'm writing, actually. Quite a bit for my standards. Why do I decide to do this now? Why not later? Huh?

No idea. Spark of inspiration? Don't know where the hell it came from, though. I was semi-watching Clerks 2.

You know what grinds me gears? The lack of good movies post 2000.


I think that's about it. Bleh. I'm going to go to sleep. Let the dream land take over for a bit. Why not?

It seems like a good idea now.

Crap.

I feel a lot like it. And I don't know why.

I don't know why.

I'd write more about it, but I'm not up to it right now.

Real life.

It begins now. This fall, I take that one step towards it all. Towards that dream. Towards the future. I've decided to move out. Its official. Me and a friend are moving out.

Should be a fun experience, to be honest. But I'm damn scared. A lil' now. Just a bit. If it weren't for the help of some people, I might have never been prepared for this moment. They might be far now, but I learned that the support of people you love can be all you need to take that big leap into tomorrow. I know I can do it. It's all waiting for me. Time to start living the dream. Time to begin the life everyone is so crazy about.

Time to wreak shit up.

I figure my life from that point on will be a lot like CAD. Damn.

Still, damn nervous. Damn nervous.

I hope you're right. I know I can with your confidence in me.

We tear them away.

Would you agree that we're far from alright?
(We fall below the line! We fall below the standards!)
If only you could see what we see through these eyes
(This plague is spreading, it will sink under your skin)
I won't believe the horror that I see
Is more than your poison inside me

Let's tear away these faces we hide behind
Cutting through the airwaves
Open up our minds
Show Ourselves to the world tonight
Cause we are no longer in disguise

Well, I', aware of your lies
How do you sleep at night?
(It's all a matter of time, I think they're catching on)
You dream of wars that I refuse to fight
(More people disappear, another broken heart)

I won't believe the horror that I see
Is more than your poison inside me
I won't let go, though the plague is spreading
I won't let go

Let's tear away these faces we hide behind
Cutting through the airwaves
Open up our minds
Show ourselves to the world tonight
Cause we are no longer in disguise

We can save ourselves
(Rise Up!)
You can't stop us
We can save our soul
(Rise Up!)
We don't need your help
We can save ourselves
(Rise Up!)
You can't stop us

Let's tear away these faces we hide behind
Cutting through the airwaves
Open up our minds
Show ourselves to the world tonight
Cause we are no longer in disguise

Tear Away These Faces
Tear Away These Faces
Tear Away These Faces

We're no longer in disguise!