Thursday, August 14, 2008

Look the other way...

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All I feel like doing these days is sleep. I stopped drinking coffee (and Coke, and tea) again, in order to regain some kind of control over my sleep patterns. So far this week I've been in bed by midnight three times. Waking up is a different story entirely.


August has been a shitty month as far as weather goes, seeing as I just want to go out and skate. The only time the sun seems to be out is when I'm in the office and looking out the window. It's shining right now. I'm pretty much guaranteed that it'll have started raining by the time I get to my car.

It has been, and is going to be, a good month for shows though. Tonight I'm going to go see Career Suicide in The Lower Deck. It promises to be mental. Any videos I've seen of their shows seem pretty crazy. Also, I LOVE The Lower Deck as a venue, despite it's strange layout. I'm not terribly excited about the support bands, besides Ghundi, but you can't win them all.

I've taken the last week of August off so I can properly enjoy the three Outbreak, and the Pulling Teeth, shows.


Cornered wrote another new song over the last two weeks. It's sounding pretty good, and I'm looking forward to playing it at our next gig, which is on September 18th supporting Deal With It at the start of their euro tour. How exciting. We should be doing a semi-decent recording of one of our new songs to put up on our page next week. I'm really happy that some stuff is finally going on with this band.

Next: Food.
Then: Human pyramids.

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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

XXIX

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I'm 29 years old today. When I was 21, I used to stress out about getting older, but there's no stopping it. I'm not terribly different now than I was back then, except for the wear and tear, and a nicer beard.

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Friday, August 1, 2008

Critique

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I don't like emotionally investing myself in other people. Being burned has a habit of leaving scars. For me, they show through the difficulty I have in treating the fairer sex as anything other than friends. This bothers me less than you might think. Despite my assertions to the contrary, I most definitely am a people person, and I make friends far more readily than I make enemies.

But it does bother me.

It's hard, trying to be a stoic about things, good and bad, that make me feel like I'm holding my breath, like I'm boiling on the inside.

I wish I could speak my mind all the time, and not just when I'm angry.

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