fatigue and shit

well, i don't have much to say really. i find myself getting bored of the blogging thing sort of since there's no-one to read it and fawn over my eloquent and exciting musings on life, the universe, and everything. well i'm aware that my comments here probably just aren't that noteworthy... well, until i figure out something more interesting to do with this blog so peeps read it, or some way to promote it so peeps read it, or something... well... i probably just won't post much. whatever. sigh...

i reread this after posting and noted i said well like half a dozen times at least. but fuck, why fix it? i wish this thing had emoticons. i don't know what to type in to look like eye rolling.

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morning morning greetingz and salutationz. finally listening to Killing Joke some more, and they deserve even further listening. good stuff. though a glance at there website just informed me they are touring in the uk with motley crue. dunno what to make of that. erm, interesting. yeah. melikes ol' motley crue but... hmm...

so anyway hi! today is wednesday. i am going to sell my plasma today. i was going to sell my plasma yesterday but got distracted by exciting wonders of technology. i am eversofortunate, taking this excellent sound art class(scroll down, i mentioned it in previous entry), learning software for messing with sound! very cool! yeah, so far just peak and audacity (free! check it out!) but that's damn cool. and using minidisk recorders. also cool. now i want a minidisk recorder!

after having a bunch of blood sucked out, churned around, having the plasma extracted from it, and than being pumped back in mixed with cold frickin' saline solution... well of course my day can only go up at that point and indeed, it shall! cuz then I have spoken word poetry class! dunno if i mentioned that one yet. fun!

so, yeah. screw prozac dudes. just need whiskey and the word... no not that word... if i'm ever sayin' i found jesus and i ain't talking about a cute skinny guy with long hair, bleeding hands, dreamy eyes, and one hopes a big dick; well... find me and put me out of my misery please. ack. so yeah... words, language. yup. bitchin'

language and sound. and then I get a couple months of photography! yay summer!

hopefully financial aid won't cut me off for nxt academic year cuz I got even more fun lined up(not to mention that after I finish nxt year I'm finally frickin' graduating!!)-- electronic music. advanced video(even more advanced than the advanced video I've taken 3 times already). more Japanese literature and Japanese history. yeah. might end up switchin' some of that up but the first two are pretty definite and will totally rock of course most definitely!

i need to update the linx to the left damn it to hell... one of these frickin' days.

i can't believe it's already wednesday. that monday holiday threw the week off... but i got to stay home. and clean... woo.

i'm not sure about the Killing Joke. def. need to check out more but of what I got some is excellent and some is seeming kinda repetitive. methinks i am gonna switch to some good ol' faint, always a pick-me-up. missed their recent shows at first ave. sad. but had school busy-ness. oh well.

the blood brothers are coming soon. should be good, planning to attend. hmmm... yep. sure there are more shows i am hoping to be in attendance at but nothing else is popping into me grey matter at this very very moment.

did i mention the open mic yet? went to this awesome open mic w/ my poetry class thursday! for any poetry readin' peeps out there it's at Mapps Cafe in the West Bank area kinda across Riverside from Hard Times Cafe. i know Hard Times address is 1821 Riverside... it's free, 7:30-9:30, all ages welcome, and hella fun environment. i plan on attending regularly. not going this thursday but next week my class is going to go for the last day of class and our instructor wants everyone to get on the mic.

hmm... now i'm listening to the faint. but i am thinking it's time to start playing with sound again. convolving some shit! yomp! woo!

                  my squirrel poem
 
  fuzzy grey furred lil' squirrel motherfucker
darting to and fro
 nosing about
like a crack-addled
 street rat
looking for a nut
 to crack

stay away from me mr. squirrel!
I'm already cracked-up enough!

;)