headaches

I've been getting frequent and unexplainable headaches for the past three days. The first occurrence seemed to have been triggered by somebody asking really stupid questions that didn't further the discussion and were for their own personal stupid curiosity in one of my lecture classes, and they just keep returning at random times. Specifically, the pain comes from the left side of my head and emanates around the rest of my skull. It's the kind of headache that I consider hitting my head against something to relieve. Three Advil does a good job of getting rid of it for a couple hours, and then I return to this state where I feel like it could hit at any moment, and if anything aggravates me at all, it could come back at a moment's notice. I have one right now.

I haven't typed on this in a while, but since the last time I did, we've finally put together a complete line-up for atta boy. Dave is on guitar, my brother Sam is on drums, and I'm on bass and occasional keyboard. Both Dave and I want do vocals. I like that it's a three piece. A good tight set of people who can work well together. A band of five has way too many opinions flying around.

We've completed our album concept for our first effort. It's going to be called "sojourn". It's going to be six tracks long, which tempts us to call it an e.p., but calling anything an e.p. is generally lame, I think-- especially for our first effort. I don't want to explain any further about it though, because I want to leave room for anyone who listens to it to interpret it for themselves. If anybody thereafter asks me what it means, they forfeit their own interpretation. I actually don't know if I should even tell anybody. The album has a concept though.

We start writing for the first track next weekend and continuing the weekend after that. We hope to finish most of, if not all of, track one in that time. Track one is going to be called "Eyelids". We might post rough boombox recordings on the myspace of us working the song out. It will be completely instrumental and about five minutes long.

That's about it for now.

In bed.

I feel like there's a lot ahead of me. I feel like i'm going to miss something. I need to begin something. I want to befriend people that i look to for advice. I think i'm living strangely. I want something. I'm delirious. inb4 angsty collegiate musings.

Word

Right now, I'm in bed in a house in Outer Banks. My family rented a house for the week. The weather has been really nice and I'm getting sunburn for the first time. I'm going to have to make my hair black again when I get home. But yeah, I'm pretty sure the hole in the ozone layer was right above the beach today. I was wearing sunscreen and I still got a little crisp.

Let's see, life...
I've been having a decent summer. I'd like to be hanging out with friends more often, but otherwise it's been decent. I won $25,000 from Stride Gum, so I didn't have to get a job. Most of it went to paying off school, but I kept 5,000 for myself. I got a Wii, some games, got my PS3 fixed, took my friends out to dinner, and I'm getting a 50" plasma with speakers for my dorm. Honestly, I feel like a piece of shit because of it, and some of my friends make me feel like shit for it. I know that I don't deserve the money, but I make it a point to be as generous as possible with it.

Other than that anomaly, everything is the same. I wish I were playing music, but I'm not. Me and Dave started up an underground rap project, but that's been stagnant for a couple weeks. We decided on inviting my brother to play drums for my dream project that will never happen. I hope it actually comes together.

I have some solid ideas for my script now. I'll start those really soon.

I'm some kind of poser, because I'm not sure what I like on my own. It seems like I model people around me too much.

I want the new HORSE album to come out now so I can start enjoying music again. I'm so bored of music. The last good album that I've bought that I was actually able to listen to over and over again was the new #12, but I've played a hole in that thing. Jon Karel owns the drums. I tried to quell the hunger with that new Poison The Well album, but it's just not catchy enough for me. It's damn good music, but I can't get into it too well.

I need to do so many things, but I'm so unmotivated. I think I like doing nothing too much. I want to paint, write, learn keyboard, do crafts, go places, etc., but I don't feel like it.

I've been riding my bike a lot lately. I think the week before we left to come here, I rode a total of about fifty miles over the course of four days. It feels good to be outside and doing something.

Dave's phone is broken and that's a piss in my ass. It's my fault though. I chose not to buy umbrella from the umbrella man before in started pouring in Central Park before the Explosions In The Sky show. I'm an idiot.

I'm such a horrible combination of bottled up creativity and relentless laziness.

Sleepless dawn

My mind is a stirring vat of goo.

Whoa!

Wake up

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