| Asian Girl |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|12:07 am] |
Soooo my date turned out to be a ho. That's okay, but not what I was expecting. That's what I get for assuming stuff. Went out on my first date with an asian girl the other night. She seems REALLY cool, but i'm not THAT attracted to her. Her head is....round. but I'm looking for a girlfriend, not a pornstar slam-piece.
ANYway, I drove 10min out of town to meet her a Chilis. We had a strong connection, talked and laughed a lot. We share a hug and go home, then she texts me two hours later wanting me to come fuck her. I don't know how I feel about that.
It's like, when I meet a girl..... she can be one of two things
A) This is a cool/nice girl, If we have a good connection I want her to be my girlfriend
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B) This girl is really hot and easy, I want to screw her for sure.
You can't be both! There is no grey area! So when she texted me that, I was like "I'm already in bed". Random sexual encounters are fine as long as they're random. Planned random sexual encounters......idk.
I'm not saying you can't be nice, cool, and a slut.... because I'm cool, and I'm definitely a slut. I don't even know what I'm saying, but that shit was weird..... Just sayin'. |
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| Completely Gratuitous |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|01:33 am] |
For months people have been telling me how much I looked like "that cute guy on idol". Even my mother said the guy was a dead ringer for me, so I decided to be a good sport and dress up as him for Halloween. My hair was nowhere near long enough, but I have to say I really like the way I looked tonight! Haha. Anyway:
( Many More Adam Lambert costumer pics. Warning: Sexy as hell! ) |
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| Life Rules |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|11:15 am] |
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Hey there kiddos. Finally, a real update!!
Life is pretty good. I'm all settled into my new apartment. Got a TV, the internets, a Blackula poster... all the essentials. Being on my own is really good for me. I've been running every day, working on music, and just getting into the groove of being on my own. It's pretty amazing. I can't believe how everythings falling into place. When school starts in January, I think I'm in for the best time of my life thus far. I know that sounds lame as hell, but it's true. I have two years of college left, and I plan to savor them.
The music is coming along as well, I am hoping to have at least four songs demo'd and ready to be taken to the studio by Christmas. I'm going to sing and play everything but the drums, and throw them up on myspace. I'll see how people like the tracks, as well use them to recruit a live band. The music is dark and really rocking, but not too heavy and there's some midtempo stuff as well. I'm really proud of it.
How is it that things have turned out so well for me?? All I need now is a girlfriend!
( Apartment Photos ) |
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| Goodbye, Old Friend |
[Oct. 16th, 2009|09:12 am] |
RIP : PAUL'S 2000 HONDA CIVIC
Farewell, my sweet sweet friend. I was driving back into Tulsa on I44 week before last, and a small deer ran out right in front of my car. Going 90mph, we both lost. the deer fucking exploded and some of it hit another car. The car was beat-up and had high mileage, but I still got $4500 from the insurance company.
It's really bittersweet, because I needed a new car anyway, and killing that deer got me wayyy more than i would have on a trade-in. Still, though, I'm going to miss my Civic, I lost my virginity in that car! Took me on road trips all across the southwest. Ripped out the leather on both the passenger doors because I used to shove a mammoth 8x10 bass cabinet in the back.
You served me well, friend. I got a really nice 2002 Pontiac Grand Am with my insurance money, but I will never forget you.
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| Zoo and |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|09:33 am] |
My hair is red! I like it. That's me and two of my old bandmates (the non-punk stoner ones). We've got an instrumental project going on, and we tried to take a really shit, 9th-grade band-ish pic. It came out perfect. It's even blurry haha.
Anyway, things are going pretty well. Writing for my record, saving money, all that good stuff. Have a date with a redhead tomorrow morning before band practice.
Today ms. Lynnze and I went to the Zoo! With her adorable niece. I had a great, great time. I swear, some days I get depressed, but days like this make up for it.
( Zoo Photos ) |
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| Fuck it. |
[Sep. 18th, 2009|09:48 am] |
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Fuck it. I'm finishing school and moving to the west coast. |
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| Again. |
[Sep. 17th, 2009|02:02 pm] |
Life just feels like one big push and pull. I want to leave Tulsa, but I want to stay. I want Sasi to come home, but I never want to see her again. I want to get back into playing the music I love, but I want to leave it for good. I know it's just the desire to stay a kid as you grow up, but honestly I don't know what the right answers are anymore. Maybe it is time to grow up? Or maybe I never want to.
I want to finish school and start a career on the west coast, but I want to start a new band make a charting record. Being indecisive has lead me to being further away from doing either than I've ever been. I have some big decision to make within the six months and that's not easy for me.
I really don't know what the fuck I want and it's driving me crazy.
I've been writing about this same dilemma for how long? Still not any closer. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2009|11:39 pm] |
Today I realized that Shutdown has been broken up over a YEAR!! That is insane. We only were around for a little over two years, got signed within six months. Damn, the memories. I was so innocent when I joined hah. All the amazing and terrible things that happened... the girls, jobs, drama, other bands, friends, fights. The best thing that ever happened to me.
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[Aug. 31st, 2009|02:59 am] |
I know I've been a complete stranger. I just got the internets, and am in the process of pimping out my apartment. Full update coming next Saturday with new pics and some apartment photos, promise.
In them meantime here's a an old picture of me that I found on photobucket, long before I was punk rock. What a fruit:
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[Aug. 11th, 2009|09:30 am] |
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Sorry I havent been updating, still no internets. All I do I go to the office and work out. Real updates coming soooonnnn! |
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[Jul. 8th, 2009|11:27 pm] |
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Thanks to everyone who wished me well; I'm officially into my new place and I love it. I have no internets yet, so don't expect to hear much from me for a week or so... but pics, updates, and comments coming soon! |
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[Jun. 28th, 2009|12:14 am] |
SIX DAYS UNTIL I MOVE
....Into my very own apartment for the first time. No roommates. First floor. You guys have no idea how excited I am. I can finally provide my undivided attention to the things that really matter to me. Which are; my solo album, training(boxing), and economics/finishing school. No parties, my place is too nice, haha.
I am a very happy fuckin' camper, kids. |
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| Oh Snap |
[Jun. 7th, 2009|11:12 am] |
Noooooo waayyyyyyyy~!!!!!
I was in my attic looking for some old concert dv tapes, and I found a Nike shoe box with some old shit from my childhood my mom stashed, including my PM DAWN CASSETTE TAPES! Of The Heart and Die Without You! What do you kids know about that??? I got that shit right when it came out in 1992, when I was six years old! When my Mom wanted me to go to bed shed play those tapes so I would tire myself out dancing and go without a fuss. I gotta find a tape deck now.
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| All Made Up |
[Jun. 2nd, 2009|12:30 am] |
(Warning: The following post is self-absorbent, pretentious, lame, and on some levels, homoerotic. You've been warned.)
Holy shit, kids.
I want to tell you all something, but I don't want to just write it out and ruin the impact. So lets go back a bit: I've never put on makeup before. Ive had girls put eyeliner on me a number of times, but in all the bands I've been in and photoshoots I've done, Ive never worn makeup. When I was younger, my mom once told me, she thought I was gay, and would hide her makeup so i wouldn't try to put it on.
Well, earlier this evening I was messing with my hair and noticed someone had pulled out my mom's old makeup bag while they were looking for something. Never a time like the present, I thought, and went through the bag. I don't know what anything is/was, but after some exploration I ended up with some sort of powder on my face and blue eyeshadow lightly rubbed in my eyes.
And great-grandad's-corn-cob-pipe, I looked FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. BEAUTIFUL. Like if that fruit from Twilight had a square jaw, that's how I looked. Like, pretty gayboy goth japanese rocker beautiful. I went to all the mirrors in my house to make sure it wasn't an optical illusion. It wasn't.
Why didn't someone fucking tell me??? I could have taken over the world the past few years if I had looked like I did earlier tonight.
I am NEVER going on stage sans-makeup ever again. All these years I've never fronted a band because I thought I looked good, but not really frontman-esque. Little did I know I've been a little bit of makeup away this whole time.
This sure is a long post about me putting on makeup and staring at myself.. Maybe I should end it. |
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[May. 28th, 2009|08:59 am] |
Ho.LY.SHIT.
What is about to follow is a tale of insanity and the greatest owning ever.
So yesterday was Sasi's birthday. I felt bad for the girl because eh has no one. No friends that aren't junkies, no family this side of the country, no one. So I get off work early to go see her, she had texted me asking to come over. I went out and bought her a birthday cake, engraved her name with skittles. I get over there, let myself in with the key under the mate and wait.
After a while i get bored, and notice how fucking trashed her place is. So I decide to clean it, as a birthday present. That's how nice I am, cleaning my exgirlfriends apartment up. So i clean the kitchen, bathroom, livingroom, ect. Even clean the walls. It's been three hours since I got there.
Finally I see her pull up. I light the cake, get her dog into the front room, and she comes in. She's a little drunk but really happy to see me. We sit there, eat cake, and talk about old times for about an hour. We were really having a good time together. Not for long though.
Before I know it' we're arguing, I start talking shit back, and she starts to scream. Not just any scream. Furious black chick screaming. I don't know if any of you have gone through it personally, but watching it in the movies does it no justice. A girl standing right in your face screaming like that can really make you disoriented. She's screaming about me fucking other girls while we were together, which is untrue, and i'm laughing as I collect my things so I can leave. She's saying I treat her like shit, which is funny after all I did for her today, but that finally set me off, so I go into the kitchen to get my jacket and...
She walks over to the door and screams "GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!" As she screams "FUCK" I come around the corner with her birthday cake and say "Here's your fuckin' cake!" and smash it directly into her face. She falls back onto her coffee table, breaking it, and crushing her little dog that's now hiding under it, and he cries and runs directly out the front door into the night. She looks up at me, cake-covered and crying, and says "Sorry" (HAHA), and I walked out the door. When i walked out I slammed the door so hard the door-knob tore through the door, out of my hand, and landed in the bushes on the first floor.
I drive home, going 85mph, laughing. When I get home I got 18 missed calls, 18 voice mails. This morning i get a text:
"I'm so sorry. No matter what you throw at me, I will always love you"
I cannot stop fucking laughing. I'll be telling this story the rest of my life. |
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[May. 24th, 2009|10:07 pm] |
Thank god for the myspace generation. It's just too damn fun.
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