The S.S.S.F.

Because Livejournal is dead.

Today I begin my first day of work at Spinelli's. Fuckin' A Yes.

Yesterday was cool, hung out with Michael for a bit, then got to see the Killers with my mom. It was pretty tight, they're amazing live, but the opening band sucked. (Except one song which sounded a lot like Trail of Dead. Weird.)

Afterwards chilled with Dan and talked about how goofy Ian Curtis' dance is, among other things. He left, so I went out to a park I found hidden in the suburbs and made some new art. I think it's pretty chill.

Michael, Leroy, Thomas and I have decided to write our own bible (The Gospels According to Us, Motherfuckers) the other day. It's coming along well.

And I'm gone.

I introduce to you, Bump Copter 2, also known as Hate Copter, Masochism Copter, and, DEAR GOD WHY AM I STILL PLAYING Copter. Easy mode is hateful. I've beaten it twice, and I'm still scared to even look at Medium of, God forbid, Hard.

You'll begin to see what I mean somewhere around level 10-15.
28 and 29 are Goddamned nightmares.

Damn you Leroy for making me play.

In other news, SHEPARD'S PIE.

I do not like the mall.

Ho hum.
So, a lot has been happening, and I haven't been updating. That's because finding computer access for any length of time has been a little difficult. I'm half moved into Rita's new place on Somber Way (and by half moved in, I mean my guitars, amps, and computer) and the internet's just now up. (Actually, I'm just speculating on that front, as I'm not there right now. I'm nabbing Michael's internet, where, as it happens, I've been invited to move in. Go figure.) I'm still looking for a job, because I need something to do, and money to finance the other things that I do. Tuesday Morning will talk to me once their employees get back to them with their college schedules, and hopefully they'll be able to fit me in. Food is becoming slightly hard to come by, but I'm managing. Life is at a weird in between right now: I'm not homeless, but I don't really have any one place to call home, and lots of time and nothing to do with it. On top of that, my bike's fucked up. On the bright side, Michael and I are undertaking a great... er, undertaking. I've been talking forever about starting a band that's not just a "practice twice and write one song" kind of band, that actually is dedicated and writes music and shit. Michael's into the idea to, and we've got the bare bones of a really good song in the works. Today we TARCed up to the Doo Wop Shop and rented a better trumpet and bass amp for recording / performing purposes. We're looking into getting a temporary guitarist and drummer for this one recording, which we plan on taking on a road trip to Wisconsin. Long story there, actually, I'll spare you the details for now. Suffice to say, we are undertaking something epic. The band is being called "Red Light Culture" for now. Hum, let's see, what else is new... drivers license, haircut, Jibbs...
Over and out.

Update: Internet works at Rita's!
Also, I've put my art up on the Interweb. Check it. The camera ran out of batteries, so there's roughly a dozen more pieces that will be up within the next couple of days.

Friends are the greatest thing ever.
Sleep is a close second.

Goodnight.

I just noticed that the calender on my wall is still set to May.

Damn.

The Simpsons Movie was kind of disappointing.
I want to chop all the orange out of my hair.
Sorbet is better than ice cream any day.
Seeing Suzannah, Luke, and Andrew yesterday was the first time in a while I've seen Brown Schoolers. It was pretty cool.
Spenser and I are biking up to Brown on the first day of school to visit.
I want to leave home really badly. I wonder how quickly I can pack/throw away everything I own.
More music: I needs it.