Boring! Boring! Boring!

What to say, what to say. I’m a bit bored. Only because my family dominates my house and I can’t go do freely what i’d like to do. Right now I either wanna blast fools with Halo 3 online or watch Beck- but Eric, Nathan, and Aunt Lu are down there. I also would like to drum: but its not set up. i’d also like to play guitar and record: can’t cuz family’s here! They’re fun. I like seeing them all. But… whatever.

I’m incredibly excited for tonight. I’m not gonna say what I’m doing cuz I’d rather keep it a private matter… but it’s going to be the greatest night ever. No lie, suckas.

Hmm. I guess I’ll go find something to do. This is boring me.

Sweet Baggy Days

Lately I’ve been wanting to blog alot.  Is it because I have sometihng important to say?  No, not at all.  Is it because there’s a lot on my mind?  Sure, there always is, but I have yet to share anything heavy with you.  But I think there’s a simple answer to why, really.  I want to change the world. 

I really, really wish to use these two hands, my brain, my words, my heart- anything I can to try and help shape this world in some way.  Even if it’s only one person in this life that I ever help out, I want to be able to do that and spread some good.  And it was after a comment I got a long time ago on my WordPress where someone said, “I love reading your blogs, it makes me feel comfortable; your optimism makes me happy.”  That came from a complete stranger whom to this day I don’t even know- but their words inspired something inside of me.  I figure, if my words can reach out and touch, possibly grab someone, I might as well attempt to connect with anyone I can with any thoughts that I have.  And that’s why I write.  I write so that I can inspire, so I can intrigue, so I can change.  I want to share my ideas, my plots, my visions and show them to the world. 

So with that out of the way… here’s a Mortimer Update.

Each day gets better and better.  I find myself happier and happier.  I’m smiling more.  I’m saying “I love you” more.  I’m just in this perfect state that I refuse to let be altered. 

Working Friday night with Syed and Derek was just so awesome.  All three of us haven’t been together in the same shift for who knows how long, and it was so good to experience all that again.  Afterwards Harriet came over and it was just the way nights should be spent.  I was dead tired, but being in her company was enough for me to just feel so at ease and so happy.  I had no idea I’d find someone as amazing as her in my final year at Benet. 

I’ve gone through life meeting exciting person after exciting person.  I know such a range of people and all of them are so different.  However, I seriously have never met anyone like Hatti.  If you took everything in a person I could want and need- that’s her.  Sometimes it’s shocking.  I’m sure she doesn’t feel even close to the way that I do seeing as I’m something of an idiot, but it really doesn’t matter if she recirpocates the feeling or not.  We don’t say “Hey, great job” to hear it back.  We don’t say “I love you” just to have it returned.  We express our true feelings to express our true feelings and nothing more.  You shouldn’t go off giving compliments or exposing your heart just to have the same words said back.  Whatever niceties we relinquish, we should say merely because we believe in them and want that person to know just how we feel.  So even if Hatti never feels the same way: that just doesn’t matter to me.  Regardless, my life is changed and it’s incredibly better.

It’s not just her though that has contributed to this perfection.  Last night Nick was over and we started writing some tunes for Devil Rapist.  Got two things out of the way.  It may not be what Nick wants or has been envisioning, but at least for me, it shows my range.  Cuz I actually really dig the song we wrote (And the Bird Flew Away).  It’s unlike anything I’ve ever had to write before and I feel accomplished knowing that I can branch out and do different styles.  Coming from a guy who grew up playing punk rock, then to indie, now to some hard rock… it’s a good range I’m developing. 
I managed to prove my awesomeness at Halo last night: every match we played I took first place with 20+ kills each time.  The highest other kill rate was like, 9.  I get heckled for “playing Halo too much”.  But I only play like, two or three online matches per day, only on the weekend.  So in a weekend I play Halo for about an hour on my own.  That’s hardly anything!  during the weekdays I basically don’t touch my video games.

John came over yesterday and contributed to my life’s perfection a bit.  I truly realized how good of friends we are.  No matter what people say about him- I really don’t care about their false notions about him.  He realy is a great friend and we get along incredibly well.  Our jam session was fantab.  After working on some Apollo’s Dream songs we were back to playing blink tunes together and I got him to start singing: it was ace!  It was rather exciting to see him playing bass and singing to blink songs… brought back soo many incredible memories for me.

Gah, I gotta go to work.  But you, dear reader, have a marvelous day.  I know I plan to.

Kanpai

Alright, here’s my last blog for a decent while.  I felt I needed to write something substantial after giving all of you loyal readers two real crappy attempts at spreading some wisdom.

I spent today at home.  I did so well for the first quarter of never missing a day of school, but the second the second quarter sprung into place, I missed half of friday, and now all of today.  Damn I love myself sometimes and my genuine hatred of school.  Just because I had a little soreness in my throat, I find any and all ways to ditch the system of routine and grades.  Sure, it’s only two days.  But it’s more than any of my friends ever do.  And I’ve still got a ton of schoolin’ left.

I’m very optimistic for this week.  Tomorrow is the new AVA cd, a jazz concert, and maybe a little get together with Hatti.  Wednesday is just a normal day featuring work with PHIL.  Phil’s an awesome manager who runs me into the ground, but you’ll never know of another four hours in your life that can fly by faster than working with him.  Then Thursday is a fucking half day, woot woot, and the creative session for AD commences.  Just a full 24 hours (basically) of writing new material and perfecting old stuff.  Maybe even some recording will go down?  Time will only tell.  I’m so excited for that though, I love just sitting down, setting the mood up for writing, and going to town. 

Uhm, I can’t stop talking about the pillows.  They really are the greatest thing to ever grace my ears.  This song Sono Irai Wa Ima may be the greatest song ever created, too. 

Whatever, I’m just not in the mood to write.  I wanna sit down with someone, put on the pillows, and just have a conversation.  I don’t want to do much of anything.  And if I’m not doing that, how about some Halo or something with the pillows playing??  Damn I’m obsessed.

Kanpai.

To War

If killing myself means enjoying life to the fullest, I should be allowed to mutilate myself in every way I see fit.

My mother’s convinced that I’m walking on a “Shoe string time line” and I’m not “giving myself any down time”.  It’s true, I’m not.  But who gives two shits?  If I’m not being productive with other people, I’m being productive on my own.  It’s my personality to consistently be busy and preouccupied and she just doesn’t get it and she never will get it.  She’s also convinced I’m a very “rude, inconsiderate, self-centered” person.  Which I guess is a fair statement and all… but not for the reasons.  The things I do to get such labels is so outrageous.  She called me out for not taking out the garbage/recycling for garbage day.  However, the thing is, I work Wednesday nights.  I worked until 9PM.  On nights where I work till 8PM I don’t even take out the garbage, and I havent for wellll over a year.  So that’s bullshit claim number one.  Secondly, I didn’t tell her the details about the concert until today, apparently.  However, I know I’d mentioned all there was to know previously/just worked out all the details.  Bullshit claim number two.  Thirdly, she told me that I didn’t need to stay at “coffee so long”, I should have come home and did chores or something.  Sorry to say, but I wasn’t with Hatti for very long in my book- staying for four hours is long.  Two hours is a good conversation starter.  At least when it’s concerning me.  Bullshit claim number three.  Fourthly (and let’s just make it lastly, although there are a few really miniscule things), she accused me of being self-centered by putting some equipment on the futon and having some amps block the computer.  I must say, blocking the futon didn’t seem like it would matter seeing it’s a weeknight and I’m the only one who ever goes down there anyways.  And blocking the computer?  Oh, I’m so sorry you couldn’t move it yourself.  I didn’t know it was such a huge chore to move a couple things that can be pushed aside oh so easily.  I also didn’t think it would matter at 5:45AM.  So, bullshit claim number four.  This is why my mother and I are so disconnected… cuz I feel all this, but will never tell her.  I’ll never tell her cuz to her it never matters.  but what’s worse than not communicating these feelings is that I’ll flat out ignore that she ever made those claims, therein making me seem that much more apathetic.  Quite often she says stuff like “Oh, he’s just depressed” or “He can’t stand his life/parents”… when we all know neither of those claims are true.  So yeah… the mother & son relationship just doesn’t happen with us.

In other news, (killing time before school/doing this paper), yesterday I did go to Starbucks with Hatti and I enjoyed myself immensely.  It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone who I’m genuinely interested in talking to.  I was afraid of the time passing and knew that when it ended, I’d only look forward till the next time I could see her.  She has two middle-names. Nobody has that besides me.

Appastar practice was rad.  Between a solid set, Halo 3, and KFC… it was a great night.  As weird as it is to say, last night was a crucial bonding point for all of us.  Our domination on Halo online as a team really strengthened us, I have to admit.  I’m not saying it’s the result of Halo, only.  Merely, the fact that we were thrown in a situation where we had to work as a team and we succeeded with absolute flying colors was something that strengthened us.  Maybe they don’t see it… but I do.  I see us working in a new fashion now.  We went to digital war and stomped ass.  That’s something to love your comrade for. 

But okay, I gotta revise this paper and get to school I suppose.

Peace&Love.

anticipation

So far the approval rating of How To Use Your Materia has been very high.  People are liking it a lot.  So I guess in short… if people happen to love sometihng I hate, I can’t wait for them to hear a cd I love.

Appa prac friday.
Apollo prac sat.
Halo tourney wed.
appa/apollo show fri.

I can’t wait.

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