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I just discovered that I like Bloodhound Gang. I've heard two of their songs before, but I never knew the band behind them.

I was up late last night. I finished off a loaf of French bread by ripping it up and dunking it in a jar of Reese's peanut butter. Funny: Peanut butter jars are the only plastic "jars." I would never call that container a jar unless it contained peanut butter. Otherwise, it would be like... a weird cylindrical semi-solid holder. I would call peanut butter one of the bridges between solid and liquid. If you squirted it from a tube into a container, it would take the shape of that container. However, it doesn't really flow on its own without some kind of force moving it. It doesn't slosh.

My bread, my peanut butter, and an orange sports drink. I felt like a middle-aged bachelor eating his normal dinner.

I'm going to try to learn Japanese on my own.

blearrr.

Today went well. We had a good jam session. The guitar kid from Easton didn't show up, so I'm hoping there's a logical explanation behind that. I drove home from East Stroudsburg this morning at 10 AM. It was difficult considering I had gone to sleep at about seven. I'll be hungry soon.

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My sleep schedule is balls. Night is the only time I can concentrate on things I want to get done. In the day, all I want to do is drive around or play video games. I finished putting together the atta boy workdisk. Now I have to do the questions for the accompanying workbook. Friday is going to be a big day. I'm playing back the workdisk right now just to see if I like everything on it. Some of these songs are so beautiful that it makes my heart hurt. I can only hope that my bandmates feel the same way. Friday is going to be a big day.

"Now is the time for turning. The leaves are beginning to turn from green to red to orange. The birds are beginning to turn and are heading once more toward the south. The animals are beginning to turn to storing their food for the winter. For leaves, birds and animals, turning comes instinctively. But for us, turning does not come so easily. It takes an act of will for us to make a turn. It means breaking old habits. It means admitting that we have been wrong, and this is never easy. It means losing face. It means starting all over again. And this is always painful. It means saying I am sorry. It means recognizing that we have the ability to change. These things are terribly hard to do. But unless we turn, we will be trapped forever in yesterday's ways."

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I'm working working on preparing for the pitch of my new project. It should go down on Friday. I hope it's good. I forget whether I already mentioned it, but I'm making a disk full of clips and songs, a little booklet of questions to go with it, and a Powerpoint-esque presentation of my ideas. Then I want to have what a corporate setting might refer to as a focus group. No, I'm not forming Hewhocorrupts II. The key to making everything happen as I'd like it to is organization. If I present my ideas in a coherent, organized fashion, then there's little room for misinterpretation or misunderstanding.

Anyway, I'm sifting through songs right now and my head hurts. Check out this sweet cover of New Noise:

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Christmas shopping finished. Putting together the atta boy workdisk. EM2C.

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I'm downloading music for the first time in forever. I usually stick to purchasing albums, but I'm making an exception for this very hard-to-locate music. It is the screamo of the late 90's that has disappeared from the main frame of the music world, only to be replaced by mallcore and brutal deathgrind. ::tears fall:: Nah, I dig some of that sometimes, but I'm heavily falling in love with this cluster of greatness. It's wonderful.

I'm preparing for atta boy.

wowie!

Deer is delicious. I've eaten it a bunch of times before, but I always forget how incredibly tasty it is. My roommate went home this past weekend and brought back deer bologna and jerky. I had a disk of the bologna (baloney?) and it is the sweetest most succulent meat of all. I wish they made deer everything. Burgers, hot dogs, cold cuts, jerky, ground deer, deer on a stick... Gee golly jeepers.

I practiced keyboard again tonight. I learned a lot of what the different knobs mean, finally, and I learned to record a sequence after wondering why the RECORD button never lit up before now. Instruction manuals! FTW!

So yeah, deer. My roommate is dandy. The other two: one is kindly yet somewhat distant and the other is a McDoucheFart wrapped in bacon and pan-seered until charcoal black who has an undeserved woodsman beard and leaves his Wii on all day. I hope its fan burns out. Twit.

Mmm mm, deer. Deer.
Deer.