well...there ya have it

Friday, September 5th, 2008

xdrewskix

Subject:	Well, I'm should get going too...
Time:	1:27 am.
Mood:	pissed off.
Music:	Lockweld - 8 Cuts.

Along with that fail. My new job is really fucking retarded. I know for a fact that I wrote down that I can't work on Tuesdays because of school. I also watched a manager write it down as well, so you know what the ONE FUCKING DAY OF WORK I GET NEXT WEEK IS?????? Tuesday. Morons. So it's off to find another job.

Finally made time tonight between school work and anime to listen to the records I bought in Madison. Picked up a Totalitar 7" for some reason thinking it was Skitsystem up until I put it on and was like "Wow they kinda sucked." Then actually looked at the name and put the two together. Also Lockweld is a very underrated power electronics group. Picked up their buzzsaw shaped lp at Earwax and it's just kicking my turntable's ass. Surprisingly Victory put out a 7" split between them and Integrity. Here is a live video of them.

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Thursday, September 4th, 2008

lostinabarn

Subject:	Jessica
Time:	8:46 pm.

my sister will be 21 this weekend. so anyone who wants to assist two drunk cunts at a bar you are more than welcome.

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last_nightt

Subject:	Never a VIP
Time:	8:36 am.
Music:	guns n roses.

The past two trips, roughly two months worth of time here in California have been the best by far. I am in love, so in love and just flat out happy. I feel I've grown so close to Cody and we have a bond that I've never seen anyone else have. I tend to be more of a homebody, Cody too, but looking back it seems like we've done so much with our time. I got to walk inside the La ink tattoo shop and anyone who knows me knows I'm a pretty big Kat Von D fan. We've been to Hollywood numerous times and one of the times we were fortunate to see some bands play at the Roxy. Even though the bands weren't fantastic, the Roxy's got some pretty heavy history behind it and that made it all the more worth while! We've spent a couple days here and there at the beach and with Cody by my side I was actually able to get into the fish, whale, shark, eel, jellyfish infested water. With my death grip on his hand, I have to say, we both agree the ocean's waves are such a thrill. There's nothing like simple fun. We took a little mini vacation to San Diego with his parents. They might be a lot older than us but boy are they fun! We spent a day shopping on the streets and at the zoo and at night we got to relax in our separate hotel rooms. We enjoyed a luxurious dinner from the Del Coronado Hotel sometime that night after we drove and drove some more. Yesterday we were one of the lucky people that got to see Slash speak and play a little at the Northridge Guitar Center. He signed Cody's book, shook his hand, and told me where he gets his sick leather pants! I was truly happy Cody got to meet him since he's been such a loyal fan for so long. That brings me back to right now, this moment, with the few days I have left I plan to be as close as I can to my baby and soak in everything.

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brandonblood

Subject:	Veil of Maya: Week 3 Blogasaurus
Time:	3:02 am.

(Ill post pictures later, I'm tired and don't know when I'll have internet again)

Day 15

There isn’t a whole ton that I can say about Idaho. We played at a well kept venue dubbed, Venue. Here the infamous “Mom” served all of us to a hearty helping of homestyle cooking. I was nervous at first because Mom became frustrated that the tour manager made no reservations for vegetarians. There are three on the tour. Anyway, I had more than enough warm pillowy biscuits, garlic potatoes (what would a visit to Idaho be without a serving of potatoes?), vegetable stew, salad, and watermelon. Promoters take notes from Mom, pizza is redundant and unhealthy.

Speaking of mothers, my mom confessed to missing me, its quite cute actually. Normally, I know she misses me when im at school or on tour but she’s scared that I’m going to move away when I arrive from tour.

The show had a pleasant atmosphere, a friendly mix of metal and hardcore kids. We did fine in merch and everyone seemed to enjoy the show. Some mysterious person tipped me a generous $5 and I didn’t get to say thanks... thanks. Afterwards we went to Ashlee’s house and while the rest of the guys hung out, I decided to continue reading A Handmaid’s Tale and listen to music before falling asleep.

Day 16

Fuck, I thought Idaho was boring but Utah takes the snorezone. I can guarantee that this is and will be the worst date of tour. Utah is notorious for being home to a number of shady promoters. Promoters of The Dump Nest (for lack of getting to know it’s real name) have been known to bounce checks and im pretty sure today was no different.

To provide an embarrassing account of the show, there had been somewhere around 50 people watching Neccrophagist. Veil of Mary had a whole slew of attention deficit kids with homemade tattoos flexing dance moves they probably coped off YouTube videos. In the midts of their set a fight broke out between the 15 something A.D.D. kids and a metal head wearing a Necrophagist shirt. From what I can gather the metal kid became sick of being a target for the mangy children and swung back for once. Obviously outnumbered the Necrophagist fan had his eye smashed, swollen, and bleeding from the inside. Brandon called everyone a bunch of pussies for acting so immature and one of the kids who felt that his masculinity was insulted responded “Don’t call us pussies, we’ll kick your ass”. The next song began and Mr. Largecock was back in the pit flexing his raw spinkicks. For a moment I wished and imagined these same kids at a Chicago Hardcore show.

Now, I won’t dig deep into hardcore ethics because the whole mallcore/hardcore scene has split so far. But fuck, these kids need some sort of role models.

Day 17

I’m hysterical right now. Its 3:30a.m. and we are staying in Metal Mother’s basement. Here’s the low down.... Higler has been diligently planning to bangbus this buffalo for the past handful of months. She was going to rondevu at Metal Mother’s after the show to scoop Glur back to her apartment for seconds of hot sex. Higler became inebriated past responsible decision making at the show and I convinced him to congest my sack of fungi's and not tell her when she arrived. He devoured the fungi's and remained confident in his plan. He was confident when he could not speak more than 5 words without slurring and he was confident when she didn’t text him back for a solid hour or so. I bet Glur 5 dollars that he had been ditched. It took until 5 mins ago for him to admit his defeat as he inspected his phone to pinpoint where he blew it.

Here’s a short interview with Higler:
Describe how you feel?

Great. Awesomeness *thumbs*

What would you do if she came now?

I would uh, stick my penis inside of her... Tha’d be pretty good

Say the first thing that comes to your head when I say these words...

Cracker:
Harley Davidson

Waterslide:
poop

Gack:
*snorts*

Buffalo:
“Buffarrroooooo0000oooo” (while patting mouth like Indian)

What do you have to say for yourself?

“Ain't nothin... it sucks. I was ready..............thats all I got. *shrugs* I really wanna light a fart on fire”

The Black Sheep was packed to capacity, the vibe was solid, and we did decent in merch. What a relief from the slump named Utah. Nothing out of the ordinary took place. Although we were just across the way from the hollowed out mountains where NORAD (North American Aerospace Defense Command) is. NORAD could withstand the impact of a nuclear bomb, it’s probably where the president hides during war. Anyway, I downloaded a handy application on my IPhone that allows me to download books for free. I briefly began to restart reading the classic 1984, by George Orwell. I think I lost my charger at Metal Mother’s though.

Metal Mother’s basement has all the amenities and more. Down here we have the internet, pool, foosball, a shower, a fully stocked fridge, a couch, a futon muffins, and a porch. Staying with a mom of two kids I feel right at home, she was even hospitable enough to do our laundry. Metal Mother houses bands like Darkest hour, The Faceless, Behemoth, and Veil of Mary in the name of her love for metal. She cooked us a wholesome meal of potatoes, spinach and bell pepper croissant sandwiches, meatballs, beef stew, bread rolls, and cherry pie. To show our gratitude we served as her designated driver for the night. She’s a trip.

Day 18

Kansas: A bland state for inbreeding.

Day 19

It’s just another day in the dirty south. We’re in Saint Louis, Missouri at the Rockstar Nightclub and the place is fairly packed. My dad was born and raised in Saint Louis so it’s pretty rad driving by places that I had visited when I was a youngster. Although I must admit that there is no way in hell that I would ever consider moving here.

The show is incredibly intense, Veil of Mary had the whole place snapping off at first note. This had been the best crowd reaction all tour. However, half way through the set a handful of middle aged metal heads began to single out anyone mosh-a-hol-ing. It kind of killed the energy. Also, not that I care but to be observant, the closer we zone in on Chicago is the better the dancing becomes. I’m anxious to be out east.

After a few bands, security became tiresome of the unnecessary hostility from the middle aged metal heads and started giving them the boot. One moron would not restrain himself and had the police called to escort him. When they arrived he attempted to run and was severely beaten in the legs with nightsticks. Before this incident Higler and I walked thee shadiest block to thee shadiest gas station for $1.19 32oz cans of Miller. Feeling nervous I stuffed my $350 Canadian dollars into my waistband and continued. The gas station was crackhead kick it zone. I am still shocked we made it back without being robbed. Someone at the show, about 15 minutes following our beer run was not as lucky. The guy hobbled into an ambulance with a huge head bandage. Supposedly, on the walk back from the same path he was ambushed by some crackheads out of some shrubbery. They beat him severely with crowbars, baseball bats, and other miscellaneous blunt objects. The guy had been soaking in blood and as they carted him away his friend ran from the road, awoken from being knocked unconscious, in search for his bloody buddy. Saint Louis is shady.

Afterwards we drove a few miles with the tour package to a strip club called Dancing Dolls, where tour laminates allow free admission. Strip clubs aren’t my thing but I decided on being a participant for the sheer purpose that something hilarious was bound to happen. On the walk over to the club we stopped at a different tour bus outside of Pop’s Venue. There were kid’s lined up to meet Doyle from The Misfits and his new band. Stumbling upon members of one of my favorite bands in a random state, by coincidence, was surreal. The fact that I had just smoked weed made it even more spellbound.

We continued across the parking lot to Dream Girls and sat timidly observing the odd atmosphere. The guys from the bus came and following two leaders the stage was quickly surrounded. Dream Dolls is not the classiest of clubs... I won’t go into details. At about 4a.m. we headed to my buddy Nate Dogg’s for some rest, Justin from Beneath the Massacre decided to roll with us for the night.

Day 20

So, I’m watching Necrophagist and all of the sudden I spot projectile ice and liquid soaring onto stage and hitting Sammy (guitarist). Dave their drum tech ripped something out of the hands of someone in the crowd. A minute later Nick is rushing in with a security guard and three more following. Some wasted maniac is squirming semi-detained on the floor. The guy resisted with such stubbornness. Somewhere along the way, someone smashed his face (quite possibly himself). This is the second day in a row that someone has made a complete jackass of themselves by resisting security, must be that good ole southern brewed meth. Anyway, here’s a picture...

It’s a sauna at Headliners, the Louisville, Kentucky Ballroom. Everyone in cloth is decorated with sweat stains. Merch sales are weak but everyone seems to have a beer in their hand. Speaking of beer, Higler and I walked a good ways to an indie pizza parlor called Spanelli’s. We requested the romantic old car convertible booth and like a gentleman I escorted Higler through the car door into his seat. In all seriousness, I want to live in Louisville for the sole purpose of being able to take a date here. Each song sung through the jukebox tore me out of conversation; I mouthed along dazed in memories of old punk rock days. The owner, a modern day Fonzie is jacked with tattoos, on his face, on his head, everywhere and makes sure to demand promotion from his employees going to the show. The order room wall is covered in autographed album covers, plates, and posters from musicians like: Atmosphere, White Chapel, Brotha Ali, 18 Visions, and more.

Higler and I abused the 50 cent Pabst special that continues until 5 in the morning. I heckled the ginger waiting on us, but she was already well aware of her soullessness. Higler ordered an enormous slice of pizza for $3 and I ordered stromboli. This giant pizza/breadstick was stuffed full with veggies and topped with marinara sauce.... soo good.

We took the rest of the band back following the show and Brian (the owner) hooked us up with pizza and beer on the house. The guys fell in love. This time around we were seated in the dining room. This room has one wall covered with comics, one with interesting art, and one with a giant nude painting of Bert Reynolds. Old fashioned dinner booths and coat hooks align the walls, and at the end is a genie named Zoran. Before leaving we all autographed the bathroom (yes me too... James James), an album booklet, and Brian cleared a spot for “The Common Man’s Collapse” in the jukebox. I chatted with him about his experiences and plans as an entrepreneur, gave thanks, and took off to a rad dude hang out a few miles away.

Day 21

I became under the assumption that our off day would be spent hibernating in a Pittsburgh hotel as everyone awoke, unfolded their video game devices, and fell into a trance. Eventually the fellers became hungry and I challenged them to an endless pasta bowl eating contest at Olive Garden. There wasn’t an open spot in the parking lot so we pulled an illegal park job, and I signed my other alias, Jerome, into the waiting list.

We wandered to the Barns and Noble two doors down and I grabbed Gods Middle Finger, by, Richard Grant on my brothers recommendation. From what I can gather it is about his death defying adventures through the lawless Sierra Madre Mountains between Mexico and Arizona. The waiting device alarmed and we heroically marched toward the demise of our hunger.

Marc, Sam, and I ordered the endless pasta bowl and slurped through our soup, chomped breadstick for breadstick, and dug deep through heaping bowls of pasta. We ate until we could no longer stand the weight of our filled insides. Sam redeemed himself of his defeat from “The Beast” in Toronto with one bowl of salad, six breadsticks, one bowl of pasta, and a few bites from a refill bowl. Higler and I followed the feast with mass amounts of spaghetti string gromlets in front of the hotel. Sam found the smell unbearable and followed shortly afterwards.

Feeling emptied we hit the shuttle van with a majority of Beneath the Massacre and were escorted to the casino to splurge five complimentary gambling dollars. I’ve never been to a casino. Without a clue on how to manage a slot machine I hopped on the most comical redneck machine and cranked away. The slot icons are made up of eagles, bears, raccoons, and various other animals that NRA fanatics fantasize gunning down. The machine takes dirt cheap two cent credits and with my good luck charm Dennis BTM, I accumulated a high of $32. I left with a satisfactory twenty dollar bill.

I’m currently jamming to some music and watching Animal Planet. Here’s a tour playlist...

R. Kelly-Double Up
Crime in Stereo- Is Dead
Modern Life is War- My Love, My Way
Wu Tang- 8 Diagrams
Snowgoons- Black Snow
At The Drive In- Relationship of Command
Bon Iver- For Emma, Forever Ago
Band of Horses- Everything All The Time
MF Doom- Operation Doomsday
The Band- Last Waltz
Mike Jones- Who is Mike Jones?

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Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008

cabin_fever

Subject:	bored and photoshop addicted.
Time:	8:59 pm.

fucking stupid.

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cabin_fever

Subject:	world of shit.
Time:	4:28 pm.
Music:	scream, jerry's kids, out cold..

i got interviewed in a straight edge zine.

"A Trip to Paradise With M. Grasser"
if we lived in a hardcore world, well if i didn't kill myself within the first week of it exsisting. i guess my ideal would be that people had flat-tops even the girls had flat-tops and they all wore Insted t-shirts and talked about their friends all the time and the internet was gone and there was no such thing as myspace and Victory Records just basically ran the world, forever, for life, but they only put out Buried Alive records and that's it... maybe Humanity is the Devil. i don't think there should be a political structure in a hardcore world except for maybe where you're going to eat dictates everything, like what kind of transportation you're going to use depends on what kind of food you're going to eat with your posse... or it could be run like a posse, it could be run like how FSU is run. does anyone know how FSU is run??? i don't.

we would all live in burnt out cars like in that episode of CHiPS where it's the cops vs. the punx and they lived in a burnt out van for some reason. hopefully if there was a hardcore paradise everyone would kill themselves, that's what i would do, probably.

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__symptomatic

Subject:	for my own good
Time:	1:30 pm.

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aliciaxoxox

Time:

10:39 am.

my life keeps changing this year. im not really in to it... my company sold me and ive been sitting on this stupid conference call for an hour and a halaf and they are just showing you how to use the internet.. i work with idiots..

my grandfather died yesterday morning, i cant even put in to words the heart break and depression and saddness i am experiancing.. i have dreeded that day my entire life.. he was by far my most favorite person in my life.. i didnt wanna cry all day nor did i want to be alone, but not a friend in the world wanted me to depend on them.. its hard to go through hell alone.. and though ill always be stronger because of it but getting shit on by your friends because they choose not to reach out to you really fucking sucks.. i really mean not a god damn person came to be there for me..i cant reach out to my family their in just as much pain as i am.. the boyfriend even made me feel like he didnt wanna be here.. he got a call to go out and he didnt even think twice about telling me he was gonna meet up with someoe else.. he didnt go but just the fact that he wanted to leave me for a moment really fucking sucked.. but everything thats ever happened in my life i have gone through completly alone. ive never had a single word of guideness from anyone.. and ill know ill be ok.. i just didnt wanna be alone yesterday.. is that selfish? im not to sure if it is or not, all i know is it feelt horrable..

im leaving after work today to go to michigan.. this is harder than buring my best friend.. i know in a few days things will get easier.. i know i wont feel sad towards my friends.. ill forgive and forget and move on till another thing changes..

im really not looking foward to seeing my mother today, ild do anythng to take her saddness away..

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xdrewskix

Subject:	Holiday weekend
Time:	2:27 am.
Mood:	hungry.
Music:	Hardbass Vol.10.

Here is a recap of my awesome weekend:

Friday: Worked my last day a Quizno's. Chilled around a home for a little bit trying to get someone to go to Madison with me, but that failed. Left around 5-5:30 to Madison for Anti-Mass 2. Got there and ate Chinese food waiting for it to start. Realicide, Selector Catalogue, Baseck, Amphetamine Virus, and Stagediver all killed it. Baseck was by far my favorite set of the night though. Using gameboys for the breaks and beats and scratching over that, great talent shown from him. Realicide was all I hoped for and then some, though it was only one dude and usually they play with at least two or more he still destroyed. The show got out at 2:30ish so I drove to the downtown area and parked in a neighborhood to sleep in the car.

Saturday: I woke up around quarter to eight and moved my car cause I was in a 2hr parking spot. It was the first football game of the season so there was no parking so I paid $15 for the day in a parking garage. I walked around for a while to get familiar with the area since it's been a while since I've been up there, and so I didn't forget how to get back to my car. I got breakfast at some coffee shop then walked to one of the student unions to do some homework cause nothing was open yet. After that I walked to Exclusive Co. and picked up the newest Rob Crow lp and the Nighthawks lp for really cheap. After that I ate lunch and went to Earwax where I picked up some more stuff. Next I went to the south union and played a ton of DDR since it was only .50 to play. The pads kinda sucked but weren't completely unplayable so it wasn't too bad. Eight rounds later, sweaty and tired, I walked back to the other union to see if the directions for Schizophrenia were posted and they weren't yet. So I decided to go and do more homework, but as I walked by I checked out the bulletin board and saw a list of stuff happening around the campus that day. Conveniently the anime club was getting together right as I was checking out the list so I went to where they were at and hung out with them from 2-10. Watched tons of stuff and had a blast. The biggest highlight from that was they showed a hilarious fandub of Evangelion called Redeath. Once I left there I went to check the website for directions and ended up having to call the infoline for them. I ended up getting lost trying to get out of the downtown area cause I'm retarded. Finally got around the area close to 11:30 and parked a few blocks away because it was basically a rave in the back of a car shop, since it was in a spot like that it would have gotten shut down if there are a lot of cars parked near and around it. I didn't stay the whole time because that place was soo goddamn hot, muggy, and all around crappy. The people were alright and the music was great, but I couldn't stand being in there much longer so I left over an hour into Mark N's set, which was amazing BTW. Baseck also playing again that night but a collab with another dude on four turntables. That was also really awesome. The rest that I saw was just all breakcore stuff and after hearing so much I really wanted a change in pace. Left there sometime after 4 and just started heading to Milwaukee. Almost fell asleep driving so I just pulled over in some town and slept in the parking lot for a little while.

Sunday: Woke up around quarter to eight again and continued on to Milwaukee. Got in pretty early and just went to the Co-Op for breakfast. After that I went to Tom's and finally took a shower and changed clothes then went back to the Co-Op because they hadn't eaten breakfast yet. Spent most of the day driving around looking for yardsales and whatnot passed up a sweet tent, went thrifting, and got groceries. Later on we made spring rolls, then we walked over to the baseball field where there was some kickball happenin'. After that me and Dana went to go see Realicide, Climax Denial, Peter Woods, and some others. Another great show, Realicide killed it yet again and so did the others. There was also a traveling group from Milwaukee that do a play also did their show. It was alright, kinda boring at some parts though, not too bad overall. Finally to top of my weekend of loosing my mind, me, Jon, and TJ went to Landmark and played DDR for 2hrs. We also hunted wolves, sharks, and bats.

Today I started my new job at the rinkside arcade in the mall. Shit sucks and I hate it, but for now I'm not going to go into that.

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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008

ranxxerox

Subject:	everyone chooses the ball.
Time:	9:25 pm.

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__symptomatic

Subject:	$$$
Time:	1:09 pm.

I'm not looking forward to this month, at all. Today was the first day of classes, I'm not especially interested in any of them except for ASL 2. So my school schedule is 10 am - 12:15 pm on Mondays, 9:30 am - 2 pm Tuesday through Thursday, Friday off. The dudes get home this coming Sunday, the seventh. I will have one week to go to class and hang out with them, which will be fine except for homework. However, keeping in mind the are only here for the month of September, the following week (the fifteenth) I start training for CapTel, five days a week from 4 - 10 pm. So I'll be going to school from 9:30 am til 2 pm, work from 4 til 10 pm three days a week, mmm I'll have mornings open Mondays (where the dudes won't even be awake, most likely). For the 3 out of 4 weeks they're home. Awesome. Plus homework. Sweet. Life rules.

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_shitgoose

Time:

9:43 am.

school is decent. work is aight i guess. weather is still kicking ass.

i want a bike to ride around in to i dont have to want to walk everywhere i go. i also want to get all my bills caught up so im not running around like a chicken with its head cut off wondering how the fuck im going to do it.

guitar is sucking in the past week. my computer crashed yesterday, and i may have to reformat my hard-drive...noooo!

i need to get in on some extreme sledding this winter somewhere in the city, so if you know where to get down, let me know!

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cabin_fever

Subject:	what do you think?
Time:	2:36 am.
Music:	REPOS.

i just made this... i suck at photoshop.

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Monday, September 1st, 2008

cabin_fever

Subject:	Painting instead of thinking.
Time:	6:51 pm.
Music:	DYS... brotherhood..

tired of lonely.

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cabin_fever

Subject:	SLEEP.
Time:	4:47 am.
Music:	sex vid..

stickers up your ass.

copy of a sheet me and kenzo did

the show was ok. we did pretty decent i guess. i had fun.

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Sunday, August 31st, 2008

cabin_fever

Subject:	boiling point.
Time:	3:08 pm.

we're playing a show tonight. i hope i survive.

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cabin_fever

Subject:	fuck europe.
Time:	11:50 am.

one of my friends the other day was talking about how i'm "so american"... simply because i own afew firearms and i don't kiss people on the cheek and when people do that kind of stuff i get uncomfortable. she was living in hungary for awhile and travelled through most of europe and just recently got back to town. people go on and on and on about europe when they come back from there... in my expirience you're a retard for at least three months after getting back from that hell hole.

i hate being called american like it's a bad thing. i grew up here i've been everywhere in this country. as much as i hate the government and most of the time i don't really understand where the hell these people come from i still really like being american. all the stereo types about americans being lazy are bullshit. americans tend to work longer hours than most people in other developed countries. americans can't really be classified as one thing anyways since it's such a melting pot here.

i have a friend from europe and all they talk about is designer cloths and "street art" (whatever the fuck that is), and all she does is take pictures of herself trying on different outfits... so materialism and shallowness aren't just a so called american quality. europe just tends to call it's shallowness culture (or art) to somehow magically legitimize its lame-ness.

fuck europe. but not really. but seriously, fuck europe.

the most amazing beast in god's creation.

cailin... you're actually not this awkward.

staring without caring.

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wilmot

Subject:	Fuck you...I've got things to do...
Time:	4:12 am.

so I've been really fucking busy with a lot of shit, mostly pointless and stupid. I have the next 3 days off, and I have a couple extra bucks, mainly from being busy...so I'm heading to minneapolis. I need to wait until 4:30 to buy my tickets, because apparently the megabus website shuts down from 3-4:30 and I worked 13 hours today. I haven't left town since february...so this is much needed relaxing. Sorry if I haven't seen you friends lately...it's still gonna be a minute. this next week will hopefully be spent getting myself back together. this next three days is a big part, and next saturday I get to see my friend aaron get married, and in celebration Freight is gonna play loud/abrasive rock music at a venue in madison I hear is incredibly awesome. I love you all even if I don't ever fucking talk to you.

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Saturday, August 30th, 2008

kristinak

Subject:	MKE here I come!
Time:	1:07 pm.

It's official!

I will be arriving Friday Sept 12th and leaving Tuesday Sept 16th!

Who wants to hang out?!?!

Seth is coming too! Maybe Thur?

Yay happy fun times!

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Friday, August 29th, 2008

cabin_fever

Subject:	Dark Age.
Time:	1:41 pm.

we practiced for the first time in a month yesterday... i could barely remember the songs when i got to the space but once we started playing it all came back and there were no fuck ups. we're still ready to play shows. which was a welcome relief. we wrote a new song as well and it's pretty awesome. i think if dead issue ever wanted to do a split our sounds would compliment each other... (HINT HINT). i'm working on another song that should be done by saturday... so it's like six songs and a cover. not bad. i'm still waiting on chris ellis to get back to me with some designs that he's working on for us.

the only thing to over come now is the shitty elitists in the tucson scene that try to keep hardcore confined to only their social click. we don't want to play just one kind of show to one type of kid. we're not a xLSx, Gnarwahl, Dry River or whatever-stupid-fake-wigger-gang band... we're a Tucson band. if there's one thing i'd like to see die out here it's all of that stupid clique shit.

go die.

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brandonblood

Time:

2:38 am.

Life on four wheels has been known to take it's toll. All of our energies are stuffed into one muggy stench box. It's trying, attempting to avoid the pull of an environment so depressed, so reliant on searching outward to love inward. I'm in Boise, Idaho but im sincerely lost.

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Thursday, August 28th, 2008

lumenredundas

Subject:	end of season
Time:	8:33 pm.

so after almost a month of not racing or even riding my bike out side of dicking around to and from work, i finally made it out to the velo for the last race of the season. i figured since its the last race of the season, concidering how the first couple of races went and that i had it finally built up i was going to race the new bike.
there was a scratch and a tempo on the schedule. if they arent that long i should do pretty good with them. didnt get to much of a warm up since cale forgot his helmet and shoes, so he borrowed my helmet and someone elses shoes. when the first race came i was still not fully warmed up. it was a 5 lap scratch so i figured i could go off the front get a preem and pull to the back. got the first lap and got beat at the line for the preem on the second. to which i just dropped off the back.
second race went better. another 5 lap race. same thing jump off the front and hold as long as i could. i took the first two laps which got me enough points to hold second or third depending how the last 3 laps go. the guy who took second in my two laps went on to get first and no one else steped up to pass my points, so i got second. not to bad.
so i figured with my showing on tuesday and the first couple of races i would have had enough points to get a cat upgrade. with the weight training that i will do all winter and hopefully more riding this coming year than i did this year i should be able to move up.

hopefully jamie will have pics up so i can see what it looks like when i race. i need to fix the rise on my stem but i dont know exactly which way.

cross session started wednesday night and boy ouch are my mounts dismounts rusty.

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brandonblood

Subject:	Veil of Maya: Week 2 Blogasaurus
Time:	7:52 pm.

Week 2

Day 8
08/21/08

Despite the general consensus, the weather in Calgary was enjoyable. This was the first day that I could self-snugglezone in a hoody. The outdoor atmosphere was slightly hazy, with a refreshing mist breeze. The crisp pre-autum air was reminiscent of The Black Heart Procession, camping in my back yard, and waking for hot co-co. Fall is always nostalgic for me, I cant wait to come home to the midwest by the time the leaves are colored. Surprisingly, the rain was continued until bid farewell

After arriving to the Warehouse and loading in, I looked up vegan restaurants on Happy Cow and attempted to indulge in one before Veil of Mary went on. I jogged through the streets of Calgary for a good two hours in search of a veg place to eat. The Sunflower cafe was closed, and the Coop had a line out the door. I settled for a 12 inch falafel.

The merch room was rad. I was granted my very own half circle booth in the basement away from the music, with the rest of the merch dudes. If I wasn’t selling merch I was playing pool or utilizing the free internet. I will now attempt to impersonate the type of character that approaches my merch booth, based on a specific interaction....

“I fucking need fucking fuck black fucking summer fucking Canada fucking slaughter fucking shit-shirt (slurs)! Fucking women with their courage and dishwashing abilities better fucking meet my fucking criteria *Bevis and Butthead laugh*. I don't care a fuck fucking about this band, sign my fuck poster and ill give you a fucking tip... not any of you fuckers get a tip *taunts White Chapel, VOM, & Beneath the Massacre*. Write “fucking shit” or “fucking dick” something... fuck”. *ruffles merchandise*

I signed my pen name James James #666, wrote “Ballz” and sent him on his way with the rest of the neanderthals.

At the end of the night Brian (Dying Fetus Merch Manager) brought me on the bus for a beer. This home on wheels has 12 beds, a large flat screen, bathroom, lounge, kitchen, and even ceiling mirrors. Here I discovered where all of our contract beers go. After settling with Nick we went to scoop a bag from a huge Veil of Maya fan who happened to be having a party. Just as we pulled up, the police drove beside us, got out, and interrogated Higler. They were under suspicion that the van had been stolen but ended up leaving us alone. The dudes invited us inside for beers and a grill out. Mmm-ummm.... the grilled corn and pineapple was just what I needed. The rest of the guys were granted steaks. Cursed with a cold, I ended up passing out early.

Here’s some shoddy footage of one of the Summer Slaughter dates.

Day 9
08/22/08

The Starlite room in Edmonton allotted White Chapel, Neuraxis, Veil of Maya, and Summer Slaughter a 8x4 ft. merch space in the corner. I loaded in, looked up vegan restaurants on Happy Cow and had my daily exercise running a number of blocks to eat a delectable vegan dish. I’ve decided that this will be my daily routine, a great way to set aside time for exploring the city sights.

I ran from downtown to China Town, from business men to beggars. Pandamani is entirely vegan and incredible. Being that I long for sweet and sour chicken the most, I ordered the mock version and was not disappointed. This dish was booming with flavor and the mock chicken tasted nearly identical to any authentic carnivore dish.

We finally experienced some loving. A girl kissed me on the cheek and a separate one kissed Sam on the lipzone; his grin was priceless. I also had the pleasure of watching 4 meatheads surround White Chapel and death metal growl “WHIIIITTTEEE CHAPELLLL” for about an hour. The weirdos promised to stab anyone who disagreed that White Chapel is the best band on earth. Little do they know about Church of Negros.

So, the results are in... I have full blown cold. Touring life is an inconvenience in itself so becoming sick is a nightmare. There is little to no availability for rest, medicine, alone time, or liquids. Sitting through 8 hours of metal with a cold is torture. On the way out of Edmonton I bought a huge container of strawberry, banana, orange juice. The convenient mart was packed full of band dudes, the clerk didn’t know what to do with himself. Marc and Glur made out with some beef jerky.

The drive to British Columbia would be the most eye pleasing and dangerous thus far.

Day 10
08/23/08

Today Veil of Mary plays the Roll-a-Dome in Prince George, Canada. I’m about out of inventory for both Summer Slaughter and Veil of Mary merch, so I can kick back. It’s Common Grave and Divinity’s last day of tour so everyone was raging on and outside of the bus. Other than that the day was pretty uneventful. I picked up a ton of medicine and airborne type stuff. Ill keep this short and fill the rest with Buffalo rant from Glur...

“No chicks wanna bang me. Imma get laid twice on this tour, summer of love. I should change my name to Summer of Love on Myspace. you have to understand I was on a 5 year drought and I banged 3 already, about to be four. Im moving up. I’ll pinch one off before, I’ll do what i gotta do. Ill fuck her all night... massively.... Imma give her a money shot, she says she likes it. Last fat girl I fucked was pretty tight.... say chunky girl, it sounds sweeter. I gave it to her pretty hard, she loved every moment of it too. That's what I do. I wish I could tell you the difference between fucking a fat and skinny girl because usually only fat girls flock to me. Maybe, ill go with thick but fat sounds better. Ya know? A little cushion for the pushin. The girl in Winnipeg, she wasn't fat.? She was just right! Yes. Even though I didn’t perform to par. I felt like an asshole because it’s my duty to please that booty. Fat chick or skinny, they will get my full performance no matter what. That's straight up....... maybe you should change fat to buffalo's. At least I don't smell like shit, not like cream of broccoli for once. Post about the pubic turd” Higler drunkenly confesses

Day 11
08/24/08

I’m currently unwinding in Kamloops, Canada at the Knights Inn. We have an off day so we decided to drive 200 miles outside of Vancouver and stay next door to Beneath the Massacre. The city of Kamloops is set in the deep valley of Mount Savona. Sam and I just had margaritas on a balcony overlooking the valley. It was real romantic, a scene straight out of Laguna Beach, minus the drama. I slammered him in some foosball and we dipped back to the hotel.

Higler is casually informing me that he plans on finishing the bratwurst in the fridge. An hour ago we saw an urgent news report explaining that the exact brand and kind of sausage has been the cause of 4 recent deaths from Lysteria. “I had fun with my life” he stated. Symptoms from Lysteria aren’t apparent for a few weeks after congestion. This should make for a nice tour finale surprise. Brandon and I are the only ones who didn’t eat them. I can see it now “Veil of Mary, death by sausage”. All hail tofu dogs! Here’s the urgent public message....

I was bummed that the guys were settling for Wendy’s but they cheered me up by surprising me with veggie dogs. We grilled in the room with our handy George Forman; shit got muggy. The air conditioning fuse blew and we’ve been waiting hours for the manager to bring us an extension chord.

It’s like pulling teeth to convince VOM to accompany me in exploration. Our schedule in Canada is rough. Each day load in time is around 12 p.m. and we usually don’t depart until 1:00 a.m.. I would expect us to plan sweet activities when we have days off. Everyone is most consumed by smoking weed or drinking. Beneath the Massacre climbed the mountain and had a blast, these are the types of things that I would enjoy. I understand that this isn’t a vacation for the guys, this is work, but if you have the opportunity to explore the world why wouldn’t you utilize it? I’m not talking shit, the guys know that they don’t do anything cool.

Showering was just what the doctor ordered. I don’t think I had showered in 3 days, which isn't long compared to the rest of the fellows but yuck-yuckum. Afterwards, I treaded up the street to Cost-Co and got some fake salami, wheat buns, and fresh strawberries. I had a lonesome picnic at the scenic point. It’s nice to get away every now and again.
I’m anticipating the next few days in Vancouver, Oregon, and Seattle.

Day 12
08/25/08

There is something in Vancouver water that makes everything in this city strange. We played The Commodore, which is by far the most luxurious venue on this tour.

We experienced problems the second we came to a halt. Please allow me to demonstrate...

Example 1, who I will refer to as T-Bone, tailed us into a venue alley which is obviously known for unloading musical gear and freaked out because he couldn’t mobilize around us. T-Bone who had been referring to everyone as “white motherfuckers” had a whole 9 band tour package ready to flip his Chrysler. By the time he was finished flexing and dropping city government names we were done loading and he continued on his way, middle finger in the air. I like to smile at people like T-Bone, carrying hostility is a waste of energy.

Example 2, who I will refer to as La-la approached my merch booth with a cocked head, cold dead stare. She appeared empty to all but 3 basic emotions: mesmerized, anxious, and deeply saddened. Saying very little she rotated through these emotions at an odd rate. La-la’s eyes and facial expression morphed for little to no reason what so ever. I’m telling you, Ive never had such an odd interaction with a human. I’m unsure which drugs La-la was on but I can promise that whatever it was, her brain was frying. For some reason I allowed a shirt into her hands and she cuddled it like a toddler while starring at me with her cold dead eyes and cocked head. Her face shifted into an anxious state and in that moment I demanded the shirt back. After asking me 10 dead end questions with no real response to my answer she snagged the tape out of my hands and tore at it, mesmerized by the sound. I demanded the tape back making it clear that I was fed up. She didn’t seem to be conscious of anything but the tape as I ordered that La-la’s approaching friends removed her from my vicinity. I later saw La-la in association with the real life zombie (dead serious). I can’t begin to sum into words how odd the situation was.

Also, there was a midget cold chilling with a giant. It was a serious death metal circus.

Speaking of giants, the legend Jean Hoglin from Death, Dethklock, and Strapping Young Lad was in attendance. All of the bands were freaking out. Fetus, the girl Jean was accompanied by approached my booth to hang out for a bit... she tipped me $30. I was also tipped a joint of top line, world famous, B.C. weed. Watching the metal circus high blew my mind. Sarah from Metal Blade said that I had a permanent grin on my face.

My day was pretty ill despite the odd people. I ate a bomb heap of Japanese food for the first time. This place filled me with savory soup, deep fried tofu, teriyaki dip, noodles, spring rolls, salad, tempura, and more. I’m making it a point to eat Japanese food more often.

Final thought: After the show we crashed in a parking lot. Which brings me to an issue we have been having....
WHERE THE HELL IS THE HOSPITALITY? If you are under the impression that we have it made on tour, you have been misconceived. Everyone is constantly on their last dollar, unshowered, and starving. The dudes can usually afford one decent meal a day (my delicious vegan meals are an exception... I made $20 more a day for doing Summer Slaughter Merch). Anyway, it’s strange that no one is really hospitable on this tour because it is far bigger than the 2*Sweet one I was just rolling with and we always received baked goods, tips, or homes to stay in. Come hang out, don’t be shy. Every nice gesture is appreciated.

Day 13
08/26/08

We are officially in the United States and gawsh does it feel strange. No more lunies and tunnies (1 and two dollar Canadian coins) slipping through my pockets, no more falafel stands, no more friendly traffic, no more tips, no more Wonderbars. The Canadian half of this tour was certainly an adventure but we are all enthused to be back in the home of apple pies, crack cocaine, and Nascar. Meandering about downtown Seattle was a major culture shock. Someone was just telling me how clean Seattle is but it looked filthy in contrast to Canada. Walking down Seattle’s city street brought me to the realization that the general U.S. population is in their own zone, out for themselves. I suppose one could describe my relationship with the United States as love/hate.

As we eased across border control I dusted off my IPhone and was greeted by text messages, and hilarious voicemail's from friends. I caught up with some people while the guys devoured the garbage that is Jack in the Box.

I’ll have to accustom myself to smaller, trashier venue’s in the states. I’d call Studio 7 cozy but it’s actually not at all comfortable, its just small. I sorted the new merchandise with Brandon and set up our fresh new display, now featuring lights and four fully stocked tee’s. VOM didn’t receive as great of attention as they have compared to past shows at Studio 7 but it’s to be expected on death metal tours. Some of the boys from White Chapel showed up to hang for the last time... I’m going to miss these dudes

The venue treated us to beers on the house and everyone on the tour was obliterated. Both Brandon and Higler made gromlets and just about everyone excluding Sam was too slammered to walk a block to Dave’s for sleep(singer of the old VOM band).

AMERICA.

Day 14
08/27/08

I had been anticipating our date in Portland since Ive been filling applications to do Americorp there. Unfortunately, we played ten mins outside of the city at a pizza restaurant/bar/venue dubbed Rock n’ Roll Pizza. I didn’t even bother with the pizza, come on I’m from Chicago. Instead I paid a visit to the fold out trailer that serves mexican grub. My burrito hit the spot.

The show was decent. It’s all become awfully mundane to me. However, there were two openers and the first opener was amusing. Half of the guys had applied some wicked face paint to themselves. Im going to write a book or conduct a documentary about the ridiculousness of death metal culture. The book will include the significance to metal horns, screaming song names, push mosh, and other barbaric traditions. The book will be about 2 and 3/4th’s pages.

The show had a ton of goofballs who kept mosh-a-holing into my merch table. I met an adorable lady though. She asked me to hold onto her purse behind the merchandise and I snuck a cute little note into it as her attention had been drawn away. We ended up going to her friend Sara’s house and I took a well needed shower. I think Brandon contracted pink eye from sleeping on his greasy doo.

Marc and I danced with the devil...

Sara scooped us to a generous amount of hand picked mushrooms from the Redwoods (legal in Portland as long as they aren't freeze dried) and was kind enough to take us on an adventure to Voodoo Doughnuts where “The Magic is in the Hole”. This made up for being unable to play in the city. Voodoo Doughnuts is absurd to say the least. They are licensed to marry people! Here is a sample of their silly menu

The Memphis Mafia
(chocolate chips/banana/ peanut butter/glaze big!)

Dirt
(raised doughnut covered with vanilla glaze and oreo cookies)

Cock-n-Balls
(Bachlorette party favorite, triple cream filled, with your favorite saying written right on it. Comes in its own pink box. $4.95 Order ahead as supplies can be limited.)

Nyquil Glazed and pepto-bismol

No Name
A doughnut so good we couldn't come up with a better name. It has chocolate rice crispys and peanut butter on it.

They even have one with bacon across it.

Sam ordered the Cock n’Balls and Marc ordered the house special, Voodoo doughnut. The Voodoo Doughnut is a voodoo doll shaped doughnut (obviously) filled with raspberry blood filling and has a pretzel stick stab wound to the heart that bleeds strawberry streaks.

I ordered the vegan doughnuts. My favorite had vanilla frosting topped with vegan Oreo’s crumble.

Here is a picture of Sam Gobblin on some Cock n’ Balls.

I’m grateful we took the drive to see the city sights, I would’ve been bummed otherwise. We bid farewell to the girls; Marc and I took a tiny pinch of mushrooms and I unexpectedly tripped until the early morning.

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cabin_fever

Subject:	see you in hell.
Time:	12:27 pm.

the other day at bookman's i found grim reaper's see you in hell on cd. i bought that shit so fast. as much as i might hate to admit it... grim reaper wrote some pretty good songs. as far as 80's british metal goes they're actually not too far behind iron maiden, who they're obviously trying to emulate. i bought see you in hell mostly because i wanted to hear the title song and the cd's out of print... but upon listening to the whole album i think it's going to be one of those records i keep coming back to when i'm in the mood for some fist pumping, riff drenched metal.

oh... apparently the lead singer does commercials for Garmin GPS.

not very metal.

i have internet at my house now... i have to keep my computer by the door so i can pick up a signal from the wifi router i bought... it's one of the range max N routers... some spots i get full bars but mostly in my house i get nothing or two bars at most. i might have to move the router closer to the back of the main house so i can pick up a signal... anyone have any other suggestions i'm open to them.

last night i downloaded iron cross and negative approach. skinhead hardcore is pretty awesome. i heard there might be a halloween show where local bands will do a full set of another bands songs...we got asked to play and i think we're doing Cro-Mags since we cover hardtimes anyways. which is awesome because i get to be harley so that means i get to draw a sweet medieval dragon tattoo on my chest. i better start lifting weights more. it'd be cool to be Judge though too.

i had a pretty great conversation with cassie last night and it made me feel less like a weirdo. now i can resume punching babies in the neck and eating meat products.

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last_nightt

Time:

8:11 am.

FEELS GOOD.

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Wednesday, August 27th, 2008

bon_bon_lives

Subject:	give it a listen
Time:	9:55 pm.

Devotchka- "A Mad and Faithful Telling"

really great band and album.

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morbidandrew

Subject:	pissing out a window and SHITTING out a window are two different things!
Time:	1:45 am.

fuck your dick...or cock.

so make like a banana and SHIT , you just sit around with your ass up your ass.

fuck you...
BITCH...i love you

and of course while im renternetscing

The Maze
The game that started all the hype! If you haven't played this game yet, you are missing out! Do not be fooled by imitators... this is the original.

www.bloggits.com

MAZE GAME to TIT FUCK YOUR OWN ASS!

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Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

ranxxerox

Time:

10:01 pm.

I take it you already know,
Of tough and bough and cough and dough.
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, laugh and through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps.
Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead - it’s said like bed, not bead,
For goodness’ sake, don’t call it ‘deed’!
Watch out for meat and great and threat,
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there,
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there’s dose and rose and lose –
Just look them up – and goose and choose.
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go and thwart and cart –
Come, come, I’ve hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Why man alive!
I’d mastered it when I was five.

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_shitgoose

Time:

7:59 pm.

hot ass big booty black chick comes to the pharmacy today with a wife beater and no bra on. see-thru as fuck...and i mean, we are talking hot as shit here. needless to say, i couldnt stop looking at her tits...whatever.

anyway, school started and i am still trying to figure stuff out! working on getting all this situated is wearing me out. so much involved in moving!

it seems like i have been complaining a lot lately...and i realize that my life is not that bad, but give me a break, as i am very lazy and tired of dealing with certain aspects of my life

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Monday, August 25th, 2008

last_nightt

Time:

6:01 pm.

the beach is so nice on mondays! cody and i had the best time today
and now we're about to watch the 4th harry potter since we've been watching them all from the very start.
i miss my mom, dad, jenna, and my puppies very much but i'll be home before i know it.
this trip has been the longest BEST one yet and hopefully we'll be seeing slash

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_shitgoose

Time:

11:29 am.

i cannot find the motivation needed to leave the house. i need to go check out this school thing and figure out whats going on. then work all night. fuckkkk my assholes

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Sunday, August 24th, 2008

cabin_fever

Subject:	without hate we have nothing...
Time:	7:51 pm.
Music:	Cultus/Bone Awl.

familiar faces these days.

up to my old tricks.

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_shitgoose

Time:

8:11 pm.

Oh the school drama. why am i the only person in the world who cannot get the money needed to pay for school and room + board?! this is absurd to me.

I am really enjoying chicago. I am also really enjoying this whole band thing. super fun. though, driving an hour and a half to band practice really sucks. and so does trying to play this song (failing miserably right now at it). but, we do pretty much have another song written, and i have wrote a bunch of other random shit that we are going to try and piece together. we will see how that goes.

sometimes i find myself coming up with extreme ideas to make it possible to be around certain people that i really care to be around, but realize im pretty much humping a dead dream and should probably get over it already.

i have cooked a lot since i have been down here. having another person around who is vegan/vegetarian is pretty sweet.

and once i figure out this whole school thing and get all my money situated, i plan on hitting up the gym pretty hard. i need to get back in the game and stop pigging it up.

thats all i really got except magical journeys where i lose my mind are also awesome.

sometimes i just wish things were all just a little easier

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