Interests:Ask and you shall learn. Expertise:Being a cynicist. I'm also pretty good at making jerks seem like idiots. Which I absolutely love doing. Industry:Computers (Internet)
So, band practice at Hillside yesterday. Fierce. All that was. I showed up roughly around 6:10 and helped them set up amps and get everything tuned with as little feedback as we could have. Considering we were in a 10x8 room, our lack of feedback was astounding.
Layton and Bret jammed for a sec, and I started tossing in random lyrics that just popped into my head at random moments. It was cool. Chris didn't feel like drumming, so I had a very difficult time keeping up with their playing. After a while of warming up, we heard such a clatter from the other end of the house as Chris warmed up his double bass.
So we relocated everything into a smaller room that had a bed and carpet, so much of the sound was absorbed. However, after a quick instrumental session, I seriously got into it.
I only remember one part of a song I made up like on the spot. It was really dark, and spectacular. I wrote it down... somewhere.
30 sprays of ClearVoice, a bleeding ear, and a headache that lasted for 14 hours later, and here I am. A signed vocalist for West Monroes newest Death Metal band. My throat is still killing me, and Brets front yard looks like a murder scene from my ear, but it just proves I'm Metal. --- Speaking of music and stuff like that...
Layton and I hung out Saturday, trying to get stuff to work with and ideas rolling. We did get them, and we needed a Nevermore CD, so we went to the mall. FYE didn't have it, so we browsed while Layton talked to one of his friends he met up with, and I checked out fine honeys.
We stopped by Hot Topic to check out their Watchmen apparel, and I swear I almost killed someone.
Some kid who couldn't have been older than 14 was in Hot Topic with a white tshirt with "METALISNOWGAY" written on the front of it in all rainbow letters. Underneath was a website for some band whose singer sounds like a rake on a chalkboard.
Before Layton laid eyes on him, I coerced him along with his company away before things got ugly.
For some reason, I almost broke that dudes jaw. If I had to spend another five seconds around him, I'm certain I would have.
If anything in this scenario is gay, it's not being able to knock that fucker out when I read his epilepsy inducing shirt.
omfgikr? MySpace was always the new Xanga. And now it is again. Nobodyisfuckingonlineonmyspaceanymorewtf
Oh Dives, you silly goose. I love you you run your guild.
Molten Core: YOU BETTER FUCKING PLAY SO GOOD YOU'VE NEVER PLAYED THAT GOOD BEFORE. Now fucking hit this mob! HARD! The next idiot FUCK that goes and aggros something he ain't seepposed to, is not getting any fucking eyetem for the next two fucking weeks, not to minshin 200 - FUCKING DKP! IS THAT ENOUGH MOTIVATION FOR YOU TO FUCKING PLAY PROPER?! ... AND IF YOU FUCKING COMPLAIN ABOUT IT, I'LL FUCKING KICK YOU OUT OF THE GUILD!!! "Nice wipe, Saix."? Luckily, I have enough energy drink to keep me very FUCKING hyperactive and SCREAMING at your lazy fucking asses for FUCKING IT UP. From now on, nobody goes AFK, nobody falls the fuck asleep, and everybody plays FUCKING GOOD, or you ain't getting SHIT.
I find it funny when I confront people that love anime, but they cannot hold a conversation with me because I spend too much fucking time on 4chans /a/, and /b/.
God I love /b/. What have you done to me, Anonymous? Assholes.
It certainly was an interesting experience. It was the first time I was able to get out and hang out with friends in a loooong time. CTF as normal, with slight inebriation on the side. However, after the games were finished, I delved into a whole new world.
And it's probably safe to maybe say that after the hangover the next morning, I may not be thinking about trying to do something like that ever again. Or in the near future at least.
Hey, at least I'm a happy drunk and not someone that goes bawwwing over the slightest thing. (Though a later encounter with an Empath, whilst inebriated, proved to be dangerous to my loving mentality. Fuckin memories.) It was fun, but certainly not for me. only special occassions, if at all then.
SO. 2009 is here. I'm quitting Tractor Supply on the 13th of January, and keeping permanent employment at Gamestop (Suck it.) I still play WoW, and am still single. I'm moving out of West Monroe here in the next few months, and I couldn't be happier. Not too far, but at least I can consider myself "Gone". Oh, and I got a PS3. Cos I'm awesome like that. It's HELLA. I guess. O.o Lysithea seems to like it. <3
Otherwise, I'm content with life. I guess. Not much I can do otherwise.
