
5-8-03
I saw the coolest thing today! Someone had a license plate that said MONKEY. And you gotta love the patriotic - the same car had a faded bumpersticker that said "These colors don't run!" beside a barely recognizable US flag. Oh, sweet irony!
4-21-03
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3-31-03
Alright, let's blow this thing and go home!
3-30-03
I was supposed to be productive this weekend. I was supposed to secure those scholarships. I was supposed to sit tight through this week, then after that it was gonna be smooth sailin'. No such luck. I was recruited to help fix a botched translation. It was a real bang-up job, let me tell you. How anyone can make sense of 'sneakers holding binoculars' or 'a bird standing with wings attached quietly' is beyond me. Well, we finally got done around midnight after hours of diving well below the shallows of sanity. I still hadn't caught up on sleep from the week before, and the damn church bells woke me up all early this morning. (I swear, it was the Oscar Mayer weiner song). And now it's 7PM, I have an organic test tomorrow morning I can't afford to crap out on, and I've been going through this day like a narcoleptic zombie. I need to get to it, but the monkeys all voted, and it seems that 'I've got better things to do'...
I've been spacing out in my free time (which I create even when I really have none) and have been pretty much avoiding contact with all of humanity this past month. Permanent damage done to pre-failed social possibilities. Yet I've been in a surprisingly 'chipper' state of mind these past few days. I doubt it's any coincidence that it started after the percussion ensemble. I need to quit actin' so reclusive...after next week. I've got exams and junk like crazy. (What kind of excuse is that? That's what I get for letting the monkeys take over that department).
I rearranged my room to fit two drumkits without having to get rid of any furniture. It's a little tight, but in the end, I didn't have to move my bed into the closet. After I put PS3s on my Tamas, I kept the factory heads, so I replaced the CB batters with those. Makes a big difference. Also I switched out some hardware, snare, and cymbals. After I port the reso on the kick drum and do some fine tuning/muffling, it shouldn't sound too bad.
TK out.
3-26-03
I just got back from watching the best drumming I've ever seen. It was totally orgasmic! And that kit...it was a beautiful dark red finish birch custom absolute, and it sounded amazing. It just makes me ache for that birch Spaun of my own. To be able to play half that well would be a three-fold utopian dream...
Let's turn the heat up! This here's my summer. MINE!
3-19-03
Apartment hunting...it's such an adult thing to do. Dammit, I don't wanna grow up! Believe me, you're anything but. Okay, so let's go back to eleventh grade. No, eleventh grade sucked. Did not. Quit whining. I'm not whining. No...no, you're right. Aren't you always?
I found a squirrel today, lookin' all soggy and pitiful. I poked it once or twice with a stick, but it didn't move. I petted its ear. I offered it some candy, and it was about to come with me, but I was distracted for a few moments, and my kidnapping attempt was foiled.
3-16-03
Spring break is over, and it's still the middle of winter. Sad, isn't it? Well, I finally met my new neighbors after I chased down their dog with a lawnmower. They don't hate me yet. It's getting warmer now - the lake is almost swimmable. I got into a small conflict with a pinecone, and then another with a touchy-feely dog who couldn't take a hint. I got some denutted peanut brittle, and I went on a pepsi binge - I think I'm gonna be sick. I had big plans to paint my CB bass reso...because I'm ashamed? Yeah, something like that. Well, if it's comin' with me next year I gotta make it presentable. Excuse this TK, please. Anyway, it didn't happen. I tried to fix Oz. It didn't work. I think he's way beyond repair, probably from all that inbreeding. And as for my 'job'...all work and no pay. But I got in some drumming and spent tons of time on the new Spaun. Now this is true love. And I am the cockroach. That was my exciting break in a nutshell. *pause for inside joke laughter* TK out.
3-6-03
You gotta be punk to play punk. That ain't real punk. Blink is too punk!
Who cares? Why argue over genres of music - it doesn't do any good at all. You can give it a different label, but the music's still the same. It's too subjective, and you're throwing opinions at each other like it's law - just give it up already! That goes for all those other opinion-centered issues people constantly bicker over. Fine, let's hear your opinion, but if I feel like telling you mine (which I usually don't), you just keep your deprecations to yourselves. I don't need logic and facts to back up my opinion - it doesn't make me any less right than you. Believe what you want, spout your so-called fact, I'll keep my beliefs to myself and not even bring up valid arguments, but in the end, who comes out on top? It's still a draw, and we all leave believing what we believed, only in an angry state of mind. Maybe if you bring up some good points it'll raise my opinion of your intelligence; it might even change my views. But once the insults start flying, you've already lost.
I've finally returned from my space trip, and realized that twelve-piece Spaun kit isn't going to happen. So here's the deal. The Rockstar gets the works - two basses, eight toms, two snares, and the IC kicks. And the Spaun will have to settle with being a five-piece - because size matters not. I've already got the snare, so I can scratch that off the list - I don't really need that matching maple one with diecast hoops. Speaking of which, I can forego all the diecast hoops and go with the chrome. Because in all seriousness, my drumming ability does NOT deserve it at ALL. It can still be sexy in a two-tone fade, and either way, it still beats the Rockstar clear to the moon and back. I seriously need to upgrade those ZBTs. I also need to quit picking my cymbals one at a time and choose them to complement what I already have...because my Frankenstein collection sounds pretty scuzzy.
2-25-03
I locked Houdini up in a plastic prison after his last escape. All he does now is bang his head against the walls and stick his tongue out at me. I'll just force-feed him worms and philosophy, and hope he'll see it from my angle. The quiet one is hatching an evil plan - I think it's goin' down tomorrow. There'll have to be a body dump before then.
TK out.
2-23-03
What is the world coming to when a parent encourages her child to try drugs? Well, I got my fix from a little something I call percussitine*...and man, that's some good stuff, and I think I'll stick with that (sorry, mom - go hawk your drugs elsewhere).
I finally have those snakes I had trouble catching up with during the summer - they were all sleepy and drunk off the cold, so I snagged 'em pretty easily. Now, what do I do with them? Organic lab looks tempting, but I worry somebody might step on them. Is it worth it? Hmmm...
*side effects may include bruising, sweating, muscle fatigue, and temporary impairment of hearing
2-21-03
I've been chasin' sleep all friggin' week, but all these things keep getting in the way. Caging sims, lurking by the box for Spaun, one-line Misfits lyrics in a spin-cycle, Mg-X rolling around but not meaning anything...it just won't quit. I need my fix, and I need it bad.
2-20-03
Well, the leech has been taken care of, though not by the TK, so it didn't really help matters. I took out my frustrations on Mini Me however, and I didn't do too bad - he's a tough little guy, but I still kicked his ass. (And I think I started the fight too, which is a first for me). At least I don't always lose in my dreams.
I've started in on some serious double-bassin', inspired by Dave Lombardo. Lead with the left, and it's smooth groovin' - why didn't I think of this before? Because it's too obvious. Eventually I'll get the hang of it and quit this manic rolling, but for now it's my best impression. I've meshed the kit, so everyday bashing is getting closer and closer. So quit your silent screaming, and let's get this party started!
I've got a couple of exams to destroy tomorrow, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do. TK (KT or KP to those who can't quite get it right) out.
2-5-03
TK is pissed OFF. And the longer I go without killing somebody, the madder I get. I find out this little leech has been sneakin' around messin' with my stuff, fuckin' around with my computer. Did that dumbass think I wouldn't find out? No man, you've crossed the line now. And soon I'll be tasting my sweet sweet revenge.
On another note...marklar is making me feel like marklar. So I'm trying to find a marklar to make this marklar go away. But for now, I'm expecting marklar to come in soon, so marklar's pretty cool - and the marklar I'm getting is the marklar, for real. And I'm gonna go marklar and play the marklars for hours, need to kick some marklar like a friggin' marklar. Yeah, Marklar is a marklar.
The cryptkeeper made a reappearance, had to duck and cover. Same with the mummy. What's going on here? I need to go find out what's up.
Marklar out.
1-30-03
Drums and more drums - great for a temporary high, but I still want MORE! I wanna be high forever. Too bad having cool stuff does nothing to improve skill. Well, I need to go home and get my fix. TK out.
1-29-03
One of the guys that sits next to me in music class smells like roach spray. They shouldn't make scented versions of stuff you use to kill bugs or clean toilets...that just ruins the smell for everything else.
Check that out. And guess what? That baby's MINE.
There's whipped cream in my eye, Korn in my brain, South Park on TV, and new competition for my obsession...it can't get any better than this.
1-28-03
It's the monster that keeps coming back, but you never know where it'll come from next...under the bed?...out of the closet?...from the mirror?...from the drain?...inside your HEAD? It's a game that's not fun anymore, but you keep playing just to beat the damn high score even though you'll never be more than 'almost good enough'.
1-26-03
Specs updated in setup, but no updated pics yet. I started tabbing Spill the Blood, but it's a lot harder doin' that than playin' it...correct notation and all. I've been keepin' my mind busy so it doesn't wander off and break somethin'. TK out.
1-25-03
I'm craving a grilled cheese sandwich - buttered and slightly burnt with two cheese singles, mmm...
Oh yeah...let's get back on track here. Despite the lack of visible construction, it's gettin' there. I've got some tabs I'm working on for the drum page, pics, clones, and my take on a galaxy far far away - they won't be up for a while yet, but I'm makin' progress. I also redecorated the guestbook, and I need to update my setup with new specs and more recent pictures of my kit (now that I have enough stands to hold my cymbals and drums). I was productive today - I studied (who'da thunkit?), tabbed some of my drum stuff, worked on this junk here, finished up some ebay business, and started painting my interceptor.
So where am I going? Don't know yet...but wherever it is, I'm gettin' there. I'll let ya know later whether it's a good thing or not. TK out.
1-24-03
SNOW! I gotta go kick down my imaginary snowman before it melts into a muddy mess...
1-23-03
And the filthy rats writhe and reproduce in the chalky inner workings, grinning outwardly with the wild urge to make everything okay, but all the while regurgitating moments in time from their bloated bodies and beating themselves senseless against bone walls. Cannibalism is not a last resort - it's a necessity. <You're all going to die down here, you know.>
1-16-03
I've updated my drum setup with specs and gear. Go. Now. (if you wanna)
1-15-03
Another semester gone, another one going...and 'if only' is up to bat again. Strike that fucker out, man. <Didn't we just leave this party?>
how can you miss the things you never had...how can dreams mangled by reality all of a sudden scream 'nightmare'...how can you crash and burn without once moving...how can an electric cynic survive without feelin' the burn...why doesn't sleep kick mental listlessness into gear...that's why I'm here...that's why I'm here...
Awright, let's rock!