Sorry for the lack of updates. I’ve been working my ass off lately. My “manager” over a week ago, and I’ve pretty much had to take his place. I’ve actually had to do shit like interview people and oh I can tell you some stories about that. However, do to the nature that it’s work-related, I’m going to leave those for another day. If any of you remember my site Everything Whatsoever, it cost me a job at the Corps of Engineers, which in turn was okay because I landed a much better job that didn’t make me want to kill myself when I got to work each day. For the record, FUCK YOU U.S. Army Corps of Engineers for thinking I’m a pyschotic violent computer guy who was really going to put Raid in some guy across from me’s coffee because he talked dirty on the phone to some bitch for at least 3 hours a day. And, for the record, small doses of Raid are not lethal, they merely give you the worst shits one might ever experience (so I hear anyways.)

Cail is coming into town today, which is cool because we need to do some work in preparation for heading back into the studio in March. He said he has some cool new ideas for some of our songs, and when Cail says “cool” it means “holy fucking shit dude, that’s awesome.” You see (and you will see when the EP is done) hmm, how can I explain this… if Cail and I, as musicians, were carbonated beverages, Cail would be the 3-Liter of Cherry Coke, and I would be the 12 oz. can of Bumfuck generic Cola. So naturally, creative language between he and I must be decrypted, encoded, and compressed in the respective order for us to understand each other. However, we’ve known each other long enough, the rendering process between our communication is quite natural. It works though, I feel like I can come up with something very basic, good-sounding, and catchy, and Cail can turn it into something cleanly-complex, spine-chilling, and “dude that song is like having sex, only with my ears.” It’s like I can make up some pretty good cookie dough, delicious when eaten raw- with a desire for something more, and Cail can add sprinkles or what have you, bake the motherfucker, and we’ve made one badass cookie. Needless to say, we make a pretty good collaborative effort. I just realized that this could be interpreted as trying to hype our album up (and then I was like “sweet!”) but that’s really not my intention. In fact…

I’m a sad pathetic piece of shit. I gave in, it’s like selling your soul to the internet devil. I guess I should just go ahead and tell you guys before one of you stumbles across it and comes here to embarass me. I am now a [ MySpace tool. ] I promised myself I wouldn’t do it, but like the serpant in the Garden of Eden, Myspace just kept calling out to me “taste my fruits, see these interesting people that want to meet you, I can stroke your ego, turn you into the guy you wish you were.” Forgive me, [ I’m weak. ] With that said, all you fuckers with MySpace accounts, [ come invite me as a friend! ] Yay! We can [ leave each other comments! ] Yay! We can have [ cute members of the opposite sex tell us how cute we are! ] Yay! Ehh, I think these fruits are making me sick to my stomach, I just wasn’t made to take in this kind of stuff.

Note: A holy calling must have come from the internet, possibly an organized crusade of some sort, so the above links may or may not work for the time being.

Aha! You thought I was going to post without saying something depressing didn’t you! Well, the fact is, I’m having trouble lately with a friend. In fact, I’ve come to realize that I don’t have a really good friend to talk to anymore. Generally these types of friends tend to be girls, I guess they’re easier to talk to, but the few close “dude” friends I have, it takes consuming a lot of —-, ——, ——-, or — to have a close conversation with, which of course is rarely remembered the next day, and if it is, we would both pretend it never happened. I guess the recent dent on the whole friend thing was the realization that I’ve lost a good friend of mine. In retrospect, “lost” is a bad diction choice because they are not “gone” by any means. This is a … touchy subject, so lets flip on the metaphor machine. I guess I just realized that I’ve misjudged the balance between our friendship. I was the big kid on the see-saw pressing up and plumitting down whenever they wanted me to. I never experienced the comfort of rising into the sky without using my own strength. I guess the whole time I trusted that they could hold my weight when I needed them to, but realized instead they would jump onto the new novelty and leave me sitting there on the ground. When that one didn’t work, they’d come back and I’d hold them in the air again, but as soon as it was fixed, I’d once again be stranded. At this point, it’s not like I don’t want to see them anymore, but I think our level of friendship has pretty much been bulldozed. So I guess it’s a loss of trust and faith in them rather than a physical “loss.” If I come out and explain my feelings, they would only get mad and defensive, (even though it’s impossible for someone to argue with how I honestly feel) so that’s almost a lost cause. Ah well, live and learn… just wish I had someone ya know?

Well, I’ll finish up by saying, I’m working on [ our website ] so keep your heads up for it.

“Lonely I’m wandering, patrolling for enemies. No one listens but I’m ok with it “ - Our Lady Peace

Until next time,

So, I am now 21 years old. Whenever you have a birthday at least one person generally asks you the question “so do you feel older?” For the first 19 years of my life, I usually quickly answered the question with a simple “no.” A few months after I turned 20 I believe was the first time I stopped and thought “wow, my official life as a teenager is over.” It’s not that I really miss it (not that I didn’t have a great teenage life) but just the fact that it was gone forever and that part of my life was over. I’m 21 now. I officially have lost the desire to get any older, and it’s weird. I can’t say I haven’t had one hell of a ride to get to this point in my life, but at the same time I question what I might have missed out on. Mark Twain describes this best in the following quote: “Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do… than by the ones you did do.”

I think sometimes as we stumble through life we often have this little feeling in the back of our heads that we will always have other chances- as if the days to come have in store similar events for us to add to our memory. Lets take a passion of mine, soccer, for example. I played soccer since I was probably 5 years old, typically 2 seasons a year (Spring and Fall) up through high school. I’m not trying to boast, but I was a pretty good soccer player- I was good at entertaining our crowds. In high school I remember getting the biggest rush out of a nice bicycle or a long goal and having close to a hundred people cheer for me. I ended my soccer career my senior year of high school as the team captain, and having lettered all four years (which was a pretty big accomplishment because soccer is big here and it was rare for a freshman to even make the team, let alone letter.) Anyways, back to my point. It really bothers me knowing that I’m never going to live that feeling again. We took Haley for a walk in the park the other day and I saw a kid playing soccer and the smells, feelings, and sounds of the game instantly came back to me. It was quite a tidal wave of nostalgia. To sum all of this up, I’m afraid that same feeling is just going to keep coming back to me more and more often as I get older- and I hate that feeling.

I have found a song by [ Straylight Run ] that really captures how I feel. I reccomend you all [ download it ] and give it a listen (I also linked it at the top.) Here are the lyrics:

Straylight Run
“It’s For the Best”
It takes more time than I’ve ever had
Drains the life from me
Makes me want to forget
As young as I was
I felt older back then
More disciplined
Stronger and certain
But I was scared to death of eternity
I was saved by grace
But destroyed by naivety
And I lied to myself
And said it was for the best

We’re moving forward
But holding ourselves back
And we’re waiting on something that will never come.

Anyways, hope I didn’t depress you all. In fact, I actually had a really fun birthday week. Lots of good times, free drinks, cute girls, and craziness. Last night we went to a bar called 309 West, which is much like the bar “Coyote Ugly” in that hot chicks dance on the bar in sexy lingerie. Well, one of the girls there found out it was my birthday, and I ended up dancing on the bar with them while they hit my ass with a belt. To top the night off, as we were leaving this really really cute girl that from appearance fits everything I like in a girl (she seems to be kind of a “punk” girl) came up to me and started talking with me. I’m going to meet up with her tomorrow night at a bar called The Jinx while I perform a few of my songs. Speaking of songs, I’m in the process of writing a Valentines Day song. Actually, it’s more of an anti-Valentines Day song. Hopefully I can have it ready by tomorrow night. On that note, I need to get to work on it. Take care.

I guess the quote part has already been taken care of.

Until next time,

Till my 21st birthday woo!

So yeah, we spent our first time in the studio this weekend. It went quite well. I was very impressed with our producer Kris and his setup. I think it’s going to come out sounding really well- you guys are going to like it! This weekend we mainly just got a lot of foundation stuff layed down. There is still a lot of work to be done. We are going to release the EP under the name Case of the Mundays and so far our song list is as follows:

Enunciate
Asking Why
Solitude
A Fish Named Reefer
I’m Not Alright
Please No
Serotonin
and 1 more…

Hopefully we will have the album ready by the middle of March. Still debating on how we are going to distribute it. Working in the studio was a pretty big learning experience. Recording music is definately not as easy as most people might think and it can be a very tedius and stressful environment. Other than that, I had a really great time and am looking forward to going back.

Well I’ve got to get back to work, more later.

Until next time,

Yep, I guess I forgot to mention that last post. Tomorrow at 8:00am (holy crap) we will be in the studio beginning the recording of our 8-song EP. Just wanted to update you guys on that and let you know that it’s really happening this time. I haven’t decided exactly how we are going to put the music out yet. I wish I could say that the recording is going to be cheap, but that’s just not the case. We’re thinking about doing a $5 PayPal store thing, or maybe just a donation setup. We’ll see. Anyways, big party tonight- gotta hit the shower.

“Lie to me. Give me something worth living for- tell me a reason worth fighting for. Give me anything, anything to keep me breathing.” - Matchbook Romance

Until next time,

Yep. That’s where I’ll be spending the days of my 21st birthday. Me and my roommate (who’s 21st birthday was the 31st of January) had discussed it for a while, but I finally decided (coinciding my last post) that since this pretty much the last “big birthday” for me, I had to go do something crazy, so we booked a trip. We’re flying out Thursday the 10th and staying at Treasure Island, which is part of the Mirage. I picked Treasure Island because- well, for one it’s a 4 star hotel right on the strip, and 2, it’s reviewed as the best place to stay for “young adults.” So yeah, to say I’m excited about the trip is a huge understatement.

In other news, I got a haircut today (thank you Lisa.) =)

More pictures off of my phone…

Partying when my buddy David came back from USMC basic training.
Me and David.	Me, Alison, Lindsey, and David at a bar.	Alison obviously not drinking, just posing.

My company’s Christmas banquest. Alison was my escor… I mean date.
When we got there.	Veronica (co-worker) and I.	Afterwards. Alison said to look down to the side and it turned out looking cool.

Miscellaneous
Haley’s always chiefin’	Me and Shadee before a drunken night at Jalepeno’s.	My friends Morgin and Emily.
Emily and I.	Morgin and I.	Me and my cousins downtown. I guess we do kinda look alike.
Heather and I downtown.	Jessica and I downtown.	Ginny and I downtown.
I caught Sydnee off guard haha.	td>

More Clouds

“I’ll sell my soul, my self esteem, a dollar at a time- for one chance…” - A Perfect Circle

Until next time,