Let me tell you now, my friends (or just blog readers), I am not feeling inspired right about now. Musically inspired, that is. I don't want to write a load of poop for the sake of writing something. I don't like what I'm doing. That's not much to say for, though, because I rarely like anything I do. It's my character. I didn't like One Last Time at first shot. Have I told the story of how it was in the trash can until my brother picked it up that one fateful night? We wrote the second two verses and came up with the instrumental break in three minutes after a football game. Oh, how I wish things could come to me like that. In Ben Folds' "The Luckiest," he mentions that he doesn't get many things right the first time. Insane liar, that's what I call him. I've heard his improvs; I've heard musical genius in one song after another; I'm gonna see him improv on April 30th. I never come back from a Jump show without being awed and inspired; I never follow through with that inspiration. no, my friends, inspiration cannot be forced. But it can be bought on eBay. We had a sound scavenger hunt in youth tonight. We had to go places and record certain sounds. It was really cool and a very good idea. Gotta jet (to bed).

Oh, I'm also wearing a California Raisins shirt in that pic. Rock on, California Raisins!!!

Forgot, I forgot! More forgetfulness from Colat. "Because we don't care."

Sometimes I wonder about Noah's ark. It must have been a time keeping all those termites in the ark. Same thing with the woodpeckers. Also, what about those lice that can't live for 24 hours off of a human body? Yes, they were all welcome to Noah's 600 year old beard. I'm sure he gave Professor Dumbledore a run for his money when it came to beards. I'd like to see an ark-building and animal-gathering contest between Noah and Dumbledore. That'd be tough. You'd think, "Well, of course the wizard would win! He's got magic! At the wave of his wand, he's done!" But then again, look who Noah has got on his side, eh? See what I mean? Toughness.

Here is a picture of one of my very first performances on stage, I'm sure. That's Jason Jones on the percussive spoons, Wes Brown on the banjo, and me on vocals at a church talent show way way back then. This is after my dark-red hair was gone though, so I'm three, I think. We (the group) broke up after our first performance, I'm sad to say. Actually, I think they were playing up on stage and I just ran up there and grabbed the microphone. I was known to do many things like that in my youth. You wouldn't believe what a wild youngin I was: jumping on furniture, running barefooted in the woods (although I still do that sometimes)... All those days are gone...




...or are they?

There go some more m-cycles...

A thousand motorcyclists are passing by my house right now!! They're going on for minutes! I'm looking at them from right out my window. There sure are a lot of them. I think they just woke Dad up from his Sunday nap. Tons and tons of them! They were just followed up by a green van. Ah, there's a slowpoke or two; I think they got left behind in the first place. I'm hungry, I think. You know, I like drinks a lot more than I like foods. I have a large list of favorite drinks, but with food, I'll take whatever. I'm going to go eat/drink something.

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I long for eternal school like I long for a day at the International Cannibal Association Convention. Pancakes can be pretty good, but they fill me up too fast and they make for a very short supper. I just had some. It's funny how the need for milk always comes with pancakes. I wouldn't ever eat pancakes if it weren't for my beloved leche. I've got a few days now to create my band report from oblivion. The elusive glass armonica of Ben Franklin is hiding, ever hiding.... I must find eight pages worth of material for the blasted report. I wanna go to Carowinds. I miss it. I feel threatened by grizzly bears at night. I will know my blood type on Tuesday; my lifelong thirst for blood type self-awareness (for Awareness Awareness Week) will be quenched. I will also blackout dramatically while eating pizza. Hold on, company's here....Back. Everyone give my computer a hand for not freezing while I was out of the room. (Hooray!) What if the perfect fuel for a car turned out to be peanut butter crackers? That'd be a waste. I'd definitely walk everywhere and save the p-b crackers. Which countries would become rich of off that sort of fuel? Maybe Australia, because nobody gives them enough credit for anything. If I lived in the land down unda, I'd have an outback outhouse. I spent my entire second period today on a chemistry test and still didn't finish it. I had saved all the easy stuff for last, and didn't have time to finish them. They're all gonna think I'm stupiderest. If I majored in music, it wouldn't be good for me. Right now, I don't really focus on music, I just do it the most. It's a hobby, for fun. If I did it "professionally" and sought true musical perfection for a grade or money, it would stop being fun and it would be my demise. I never feel any different on my birthdays. They don't mean much to me. Same with grade levels. I won't have time for Senioritis next year. What do I do in all my time? I'm gonna have to keep a log and find out where it all goes so slowly to. Disconnected phrase (this is). This is me. This is the end of my post.

I've just dusted off my Archives button. I've also added a link to Gillian Welch's website. She's real real good and I'm starting to get into it. I've got to get some more of her stuff. I gotta go and get ready for the annual Band Recital. In order to keep tradition, I didn't make my final choice on what piece to play until today. My feet are real dirty because I've been nervous today and I've been wearing sandals. You see, when I'm nervous, I step on my own feet. I must have had a lot of dirt on the bottom of my sandals... Okay, I'm out!

They seem to think I'm made of clay

I'm beginning to think these skeptics don't know what they're talking about...

To follow up on my Awareness Awareness Week events, today I found that I'm aware that I'm aware that I annoy myself, more often than not. Today I thought I was a cynical cynic, meaning I'm sick of all other people being cynics, but I don't know what it really means, so I'll leave that off the records. You know what one of the great things about this blog is? It's that it is a record. I wonder how long it will be available. I should back it up on several CDRs. I know that Blogger is sure to keep every post so that it can never be lost, but what if it did? Boy (but probably girl), that'd be a cryin' shame. I mean, don't you know that every day scolars pour through the archives here. You know, I should dust off that archives link button; it's starting to look antiquated. I haven't touched it in centuries... Maybe I will give it a virtual dust-off. But now, on to entertainment. Here, we have a, well, someone who was down on surfing luck.

Sorry for the non-blog yesterday. I honestly forgot. That's the first time that has happened, I think, but I'm not an expert on my blog. I barely remember 9th grade, so who's expecting me to remember mi bloggo. I'm not feeling very good right now. I feel like I'm being consumed by... well, I don't know. I'm definitely bringing it upon myself. I feel, well, it often makes no sense; in fact, I never understand these things I feel. I shall not bore you or myself with a post like this.

Some people say that being aware of their tongues annoys them and is awfully dreadful. Being aware of the tongue doesn't bother me, though. What really bothers me is being aware of my own breathing. It's hard to get over that and return to normal. Being aware of my nose in my eyesight is a little troubling, but not so bad. What's fun is being aware of your own pulse (either by feeling it or hearing it on special occasions). I think it's fun because I try to sync it with music or see if I can keep it steady. It also goes away easily without much effort, so it doesn't linger on your mind for a long time. For me, when my hair is grown out, I hate being aware of it. Being aware of money in your pocket is never a bad thing. I hate being aware of my insecurities, my countless mistakes, and my sore neck. I like being aware of my ceiling fan during the summer, because you can barely feel it. I wish it would spin faster so you could feel it. I like being aware of the Beatles. I don't know if I like being aware that I'm aware. Can I be aware of not being aware? Can I not be aware of being aware? Yes to the latter for sure. Can I not be aware of not being aware? That confuses me. It's Awareness Awareness Week at colaterality.blogspot.com. Have a nice day.

And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw"
So I did

Ultimate Frisbee has killed me once again. I love UF though. It's always fun. With my cousins, it's always a close game. So are Tarheel games as of late. I think they're playing right now. Go Heels, I think... Like I've said before, I'm not going to pretend like I highly enjoy sitting down and watching a full game, but sometimes I like to see a good game, like the Dayton/DePaul game the other night. Nice playing is fun to watch, I think... I have the hiccoughs. I hate them. If you might remember, a few weeks ago I shared a link of an auction to a digital horn that I won. I got it 1 week ago and it had a problem. Every time you played a note with it, a big ole' squeak came out instead. It seems that it's a problem this model is notorious for-- notorious enough for someone to make a webpage showing how to fix it. The entire problem is attributed to a single resistor on the corner of one of the circuit boards. I bought a replacement for it from Radio Shack today for 99 cents. I'm not experienced at all at soldering, but I was able to wing it enough to replace the resistor, and now it works perfectly. So, even though I had to repair it, I still saved over $100 by buying from the Goodwill online auction. Cool.... The rough draft for my band report is due Monday. I have not chosen a topic as of yet. I'm gonna go watch TV.

I'm trying to believe it's summer, but it's a mistake. Going back to school next week will be such a shock to me. I'm not ready for it. I'm not feeling so great, either. That's in the context of my mood. Yesterday I was feeling great. Today I'm a grump and and not liking the recording work I did yesterday (or today). Advice for the blog-readers: don't be a grump. If you can help it, don't be a person who is about to have an anvil dropped on his or her head, either. Neither carries many advantages. Blogblogblog

The past 10 times I've tried to post a blog, my computer has locked up. I'm sicka it. This is a big year in good music: Weezer, Ben Kweller, Phish, Jump, Ben Folds, Oasis, REM, and a few others are releasing new recordings this year. Folds, Kweller, Jump (of course), Phish and Guster will be coming to North Carolina. Fountains of Wayne will be somewhere up in VA. I emailed their tour manager once and asked why they don't come to NC. He said it was because there wasn't enough interest in North Carolina, meaning people don't buy their CDs here. I'm hoping Evan Dando will come to NC again (since I missed him last year). This is all great.

Almost immediately after I got my food at the Deli mentioned in my last blog, I dropped half of it on the floor. I had more bad luck including damaging my brother's guitar, falling backwards out of a chair twice in 10 minutes, breaking the speakers on my brother's TV (well, I didn't break them, but I discovered the problem which was good enough), causing further shorts in short-circuited wires, etc. I'm a clutz, yes I am. I'm sure Greg is happy to have me away from his house now. I'm at home, where I'll be just as bored as I was at Greg's, but I'll be, well, at my house and be bored. I had to come home because I have Quiz Bowl Saturday and some other business to complete. Oh well. It was good while it lasted. I watched a lot of TV; movies, that is. Movies and recorded TV. I relived my childhood as I watched the complete Back to the Future trilogy uninterrupted. I grew tense as I watched nearly the entire second season of Alias. I grew informed as I watched the special features of A Hard Day's Night (I've seen the actual movie too much to watch it anymore for a few years). I stayed at home while Greg went to work each day this week. I didn't really have anything to do. I definitely didn't do all the recording I was planning on doing. For one, the acoustics weren't great at all in Greg's house. It's a tin can, basically. Also, Greg was never at home to help me out, so I really didn't want to do it. I have come back a 10,000% better drummer than I was when I left (b/c I couldn't drum when I left). Drums are pretty fun. I have to go by RadioShack to pick up a capacitor for that digital horn I bought. All it does is make squeaky noises, but that's a commonly known problem with this model. I found the fix to it and will attempt to repair the horn with my limited soldering abilities. I'm tired and tired of sitting around. I'm going to go do something.

I'm at Schlotzsky's Deli in or around Statesville right now. I'm so glad to be here instead of home right now. The concert went well last night. It was all cool and the jazz piece went well. gotta go

Blogged! Our clinician can't stand an eighth note longer than a piccolo. I think that's because he's a drummer. No notes are longer than, well, a drum tap. He also made a lot of fat jokes about himself and the tuba guy behind me kept on chiming in with his own. It seemed like he was preoccupied with his fatness (the tuba guy). Well, friends, blog-readers, math trivia lovers, motivational speakers, alligator collectors, hemiolas, and slackers of the world, I am leaving and I do not know when I'll be back. I'm not gonna spend my Spring Break here, that's all I know...

Grrrr... It's so late and I am sooo tired. I've had to stay up to get ready for tomorrow. Did I mention that I was going down to Greg's for a good part of my Spring Break? I'm sure I did. So, I've been getting things ready for that. I'm too tired... Today we had All-County Band. We'll have it tomorrow too, but we had it after school today. It will be during school tomorrow. Highlights of today: our clinician told me that I and all other bassoonists were "a little different," but that it was good and he liked it. I composed a double reed opera and danced to it on the wheelchair ramp in the band room, but nobody saw me. I do plan future performances. I totally jazzed out on the ß@§šø0ñ, improv and all. I didn't know how to at first, but it came to me. I might not be able to post tomorrow since I'm going down to Greg's right after the All-County concert tomorrow. It will be at 7:00, so be there if you wish. I'm [passed] out.

P.S. WXII (a local news station) made it to Drudge. Thank you, Wendy's Bathers. Furthermore, I have just decided and arranged for my going down to Greg's house this weekend and some of next week (my Spring Break) where we will hang out, be lazy, eat stuff, and maybe record some (he's currently got a drumset in his house). Yup. That will be better than sitting around here. I'm going. Bye!

Therrrrrrre's aaaaaaaaa....hole in the bottom of my sock. There's a hole in the bottom of my sock. My shoe is right below it; I just thought you'd like to know it. There's a hole in the bottom of my sock (hey!). I don't like holes in socks. They are uncomfortable; or maybe they're discomfortable. So is long(er than normal) hair. I hope I get a haircut today because mi pelo is bugging me. I think long, untamed hair is a trend among certain groups of guys right now. I've heard several of these guys say, "No way anyone's cutting my hair. I like it long," and they continually talk about their big hair. You can keep the big hair because I'm giving it all up. I haven't had a lot of hair on purpose. It's just been inconvenient to get a haircut so far. I do like how my hair can conform to any position at this length, but I much prefer comfort to comformity. I was thinking about calling blogging quits for a week or so, but I don't feel like I need to right now. But by this time tomorrow, who knows?

I really shouldn't be happy. I didn't read my reading assignment for Englilsh; I didn't study enough for chemistry; I make more mistakes in band now than Metallica has stupid songs and I don't understand spoken Spanish (or English). Well, I'm not really happy; I'm just not sad and in a very bad mood. So, I continue this blog with an air of not-in-a-bad-moodism. I wish I could travel in space. That would be great for me because I've always wanted to. Zero-G would be cool, but I think it'd be so neat to see the "sky" without the atmosphere in the way. It's good that we have it there, it can just ruin a night of star-gazing. I remember watching that guy on PBS who walks around on Saturn's rings and tells you what planets and stars you'll be able to see for the next month. I thought he'd be dead by now, but he's still making small episodes all the time. Let's just leave it to say that I love outer space and I hope to go there someday. Now, to prove I'm not sitting around waiting for songs to write themselves, here's one I'm working on. It's Yet Untitled. I've already revised it since I rendered the file about 30 minutes ago (I've redone some vocals) but this isn't bad. I wrote some of the lyrics last night by candle light when the power was off for a few hours.

There's not much to go on today. Bullet-proof vests are cool. They are made out of kevlar. Our school has some marching band drums with kevlar drum heads on them. That's just cool. If some crazy maniac with a gun showed up at a band competition, I think I'd hang around the percussionists. Then again, they'd probably be the crazy maniacs, so maybe it wouldn't be a good idea. I wish I had a full bodysuit made from kevlar. I want a kevlar action figure. I would hate to have to eat kevlar cereal. Kevlar would make a good name for a pet spider. I used to catch garden spiders and keep them in jars. Some of them looked real cool, but I'd never let them crawl on my hand. That would probably be stupid. Stupid is the thing that is not here but always there. What? What the heck was that? I'm writing down junk. I'd better stop now.

I just saw Peter Jackson at the Neighbors gas store just down the road (the one that got robbed last week). I'll bet he thought I was weird because I am. The moment left quickly. My shot at being a hobbit is gone....

Picture time! These pictures are from a dance that took place on September 21, 2002; a long time ago indeed...


This is my rapper pose. You can tell that the guy behind me is my brother because of the disapproving way he's looking at me. Like he's embarrassed or something. The second picture shows me with a mint dangling from my mouth. Or maybe it's really my huge teeth...


I have worn duct tape on my shirt in letter forms only twice in my life: once for a scholastic political campaign and the time shown here. The next picture shows me having a great time as a wall flower at the dance. I was probably about to go crazy by being turned down 15 times in a row by the girls I asked to dance. Yeah, it's likely.

That's all the pictures I'm gonna show you for now. I look sunburned in these, but I don't know exactly why. Probably because of band, though. This would be my 10th grade year in band, the year where I learned how to do circular breathing, which is quite fun. I recommend it for annoying people by blowing air on them indefinitely.

Stop picking your bloggers!!! That's gross!! Yeah, whatever. It's still feelin' good here and all. I hear that we're supposed to have some junk cold weather next week though. That's like sticking a spear in the heart of a person just after assuring him or her that you will not. Wait...strike that. ...just after assuring them that you won't. That feels much better; much more Mt. Airyan. As you can see, English is taking its draining toll on me. Too much of them grammar properties combined alltogether just ain't cool. Today at lunch, we had the two most pointless sessions of card games there has ever been. In Egyptian Ratscrew, it's really cool to slap everything and to cheat. In bull, it was really cool to show your neighbor (on purpose) your hand (of cards) and to say bull on everything. That was just stoopid. I'm drained of ideas. I don't know what to say. What a smattering of ideas... Tomorrow will be my first free Saturday in months, I'd say. Free to do whatever here at home. I have plenty to do, too. Work and recording, scratching my arms, listening to the same stuff over and over again, playing as Thomas Jefferson in "You're Not My Grandson!" the musical (being held at Wal-Mart at 5:00 PM), trying to find cheese in the fridge, etc. There's a lot to do and choose from. Ileave.

It feels like a Saturday. The temperature is great!!!! It's gonna be hot later, though...

No connection yesterday, either! The reason why I don't have connections sometimes is because Dad disconnects it to work on other computers (he has to plug the modem into another computer), so that's why that is. I'm so tired. I think I'm gonna go to sleep soon. I won an auction today: Check it out. There are two reasons why I want it: It's just plain cool. I can hook it up directly with the computer and I can play it without a computer; I can change the "instrument" noise coming out; and when you breathe harder into it, it actually gets louder (like real wind instruments). The second reason is because they go for about $200-300 on eBay and I figured I could make a hefty profit on it if I wanted to sell it. So, that's why I bought it. I can't wait for it to come. Ummm....I'm gonna go. I just can't sit here any longer. If I don't go to sleep, I'll go outside and run a few laps around my neighbors' houses and see if they call the police.

Sorry about the missed blog yesterday. I did not have a connection, as is the case usually when I don't blog. I didn't (and don't) feel much up to it anyhow. I've got like the Triple Entente of bad stuff. Yeah, that stuff. stupid poison oak on my arms. That's mostly gone now, but I have scratching fits sometimes. I know you're not supposed to, but that doesn't help the itch. More illnesseseses are with me. I hate being sick. I picked up some sort of a stomach bug again, but we'll just say I've not been throwing up. There's not anything going on here. Boring... It's sort of hot in my room right now. I have the fan going and all. I've got some more make-up work to do so I can jump back into the river tomorrow. I hate not being in the river.