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If A Man Dies, Shall He Live Again.....
Well, there is one thing for sure, we as humans will not live forever. Body functions will only last for a certain period of time, and GOD is in control of everything. Was the lifespan of man tampered with, if so, by whom? Seventy years of life is promised to us by God. When one receives more, it is truly by the grace of God. He controls and oversees life and death. When you choose to live forever and ever, by what method can this take place? Is there a rule of thumb that will allow this to happen? Do you know Jesus Christ? What happens when you tap into your source of life? Do you really die? How many parts are there to you? The scripture states : Matt. 22:32 ‘I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob’? He is not the God of the dead but of the living.” Jesus diied, but rose again. If we accept him, does that mean that we live again? Yes, for He is the God of the living! What does that mean? Eternal life? I believe so! What do you believe?
Chapter 3: New York City trippin'
Acid is not the type of drug that just anyone can take. It isn't for the weak of mind, it is for the strong-willed, open minded, inquisitive types who can handle themselves when confronted with every single emotion known to existence in all of a ten-second time span.
It was the summer I moved into my apartment when I dropped LSD for the first time. Taylor and our other best friend, Dayle, both came to New York to spend a couple of days with me. We had all tripped on mushrooms on numerous occasions, and Dayle had done acid before so none of us were all that apprehensive upon it's intake. A friend of mine gave me the number of a kid named Jimbo, who invited us over to his apartment where the exchange was to take place. We smoked a blunt, bought six hits, and went back to our place. We took the acid immediately and waited.
We waited for almost two hours when the acid began to slowly creep it's way into our expanding minds. The sudden sensation of tingles covered my body in goosebumps. As i put on a sweatshirt, i noticed that the flower composition on the carpet begin melt then go back to normal. My stomache gargled a little and the back of my head felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand. Little beads of sweat formed on my back and trickled down my spine. Then bam, it felt like I was hit with a laughter bat, forcing me to uncontrolably chuckle until tears came out of my eyes. Taylor and Dayle were feeling the laughter as well. We all sat around the living room floor, laughing and giggling while Kendall and Cassidy stood and watched the way one would upon looking at monkeys in a zoo; puzzled, astounded, and satisfied that they were not of that state of mind, let alone of the same species.
AFter making several attempts to leave our apartment, we made our way over to Jimbo's to find out what was in store for us there. We had met Jimbo earlier that day and my friend who gave me Jimbo's number had only met Jimbo once before. We weren't sure if going over to his place was the right decision, but we didnt care, it was our curiosity that pushed us forwards. Upon our arrival, we were greeted by a shirtless, blonde haired guy of about 23. His brown eyes were turned down, giving him the look of a chilld with down syndrome. He led the way to the main living area and asked us if we wanted to be placed inside a bubble. I volunteered first and was asked to sit on the floor. As he towered over me, he made different suction movements with his hands, appearing as if there was a sheet of glass or in this case, a bubble, in between us. He walked in a circle around me, keeping a steady distance of about two feet. He would put his hands into fists and act as if he was punching the invisible divider. Although it was mildly amusing to watch, I couldn't help but think if the gentleman in front of me was really mentally disbaled, or if he was merely the product of a white trash up bringing, given his appearance and demeanor.
After Dayle and Taylor were enclosed in their own bubbles by the retard, we decided to leave and head uptown to experience the wonders of Times Square. We started off on Broadway and Park Row, which is about almost a mile before any of the numbered streets begin, we needed to get up to 42nd Street, this was going to be a long adventure.
As we made our way up broadway, the buidings and streets continued to melt and morph into shapeless objects. Around 20th and broadway, we desperately needed to use a bathroom so we stopped into a deli. We asked the spanish man behind the counter "Donde esta el bano?" and he looked at us for a long moment with a blank expression. As the eyeballs in his head started spinning around in different directions, his motionless body gave life and he lifted his right arm and pointed to the far corner of the rectangular room without a sound. We walked back to where his finger pointed, passing tiny puddles of mop water, and moving piles of garbage. We pushed open the door and entered a thin, hexagonally tiled corridor that marked the top of a black and white staircase, leading two stories downward to where the exact location of the toliet was located. As we walked down, each step meant another step away from the front door. There were no windows and no other doorways, just a small, thin, moving staircase. When we got to the bottom, the hexagonal tiles began popping up and down out of the floor. Dayle and Taylor entered the woman's stall as i headed to the male stall. The white door looked as of it had not been painted since the seventies. The bathroom itself was covered with grafiti, stains, and lewd phrases suggesting falatio followed by a phone number. As I sat on the toilet, I noticed that the tiny puddle of water in the corner opposite from where I was sitting was beginning to move towards me. The hexagons did not stop the flow, it kept coming closer and closer that i started to left my feet for fear of being sucked in. After I had finished, I quickly got up, zipped my pants, and went back up stairs with the other girls.
Now that we were back safely on the streets of the city, we were reenergized and ready to take on Times Square. As we approached west 31st, a group of crows flew down in front of us and turned out to be a group of grown black men. Soon their cawing turned into sentences and they moved out of the way to let us by. One of the men laid down on his stomache and insisted we walk over him. WE did, then they turned back into crows and continued downtown.
Finally we arrived at 42nd street. We walked into the middle of where Broadway and seventh avenue break away from each other, stood, and looked up. The neon lights of the buildings danced off one another with each passing second. The Virgin Record Store logo started moving up, while the news monitors started melting down. The Coca Cola, and Cup of Noodles display seemed to become one adverstisment altogether. The people located on the billboard advertisments seemed to be having conversations with one another. Then they would stand still, then come alive once more. The scrolling marquees of the theaters trailed off into an array of different colors, while the the inanimate faces of models advertising underwear and Coach bags beamed with energy and emotion before settling down to their normal, lifeless expressions.
After about twenty minutes of Times Square 360, we were ready to head back downtown. We decided to take the subway this time and patiently waited for the downtown 2,3 train to come. As we sat on the platform bench we noticed a tall, fat man standing across the platform wearing oversized, bright blue sweatpants. He started pacing back and forth with his hands inside his pockets. He stopped directly in the center of our view and looked over at us. He bobbed his head for a couple of seconds, chuckled to himself, and then began to point at us.
"Hey you guys," said I, "Do you see that guy across the platform looking at us?"
"YEah he's really creepy." Said Dayle.
The man then started pointed to us once again and then start putting one hand down the front of his pants while pointed to the stairs with the other. While this was going on, his face morphed into a greenish hue and formed into the appearance of a rat.
"Uh you guys," I started again, "is this really happening? Does he look like a rat to you?"
"Just dont look at him. Look away." Said Taylor as she kept her hands crossed over her breasts and her eyes to the ground.
"YEah, actually i do. Is this for real? Is this really happening?" Asked Dayle after realizing that we were both seeing the same exact thing unfold.
Taylor looked up from her seat and a look of panic crossed her face.
"Can he come over here?" she asked.
"Only if he goes up the stairs at the end of the platform and over to this side." I answered. We all looked at each other as if our fears were about to come true, but just as we looked over at the man once more, our train came rolling down the platform, stopped, opened it's door, and took us down to our Fulton Street Destination.
After leaving the subway, we went back to our building and decided to watch the sun come out from our roof deck. Our building was 26 stories high and located two blocks away from South Street Seaport. Our view over looked the East River, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Williamsburg, and Queensboro bridges, as well as the Empire State Building, Chrystler Building, Woolworth Building just to name a few. We gazed over the lower east sides and parts of Brooklyn as the sun came out and clouds spread over the eastern sky. The buildings would move in and out, and change colors as the clouds above morphed into different shapes and shades of pink, cyan, violet and yellow. Looking out onto the expanse of buildings and structures all created by the hands of man, it made me realize the power and desire man has to survive and advance. Thousands upon thousands of buildings that stretching higher and higher were considered home and places of work to millions of people. Man had achieved so much on ground that we now had taken on the sky, no, me and my room mates lived on the twenty-fourth floor, we already took over the sky. We lived beyond the limits that were meant to be reached. It made me think about how simple and yet how complex humans really were. Humans are capable of so much good while at the same time, there is this pure, unrestrained evil and hostility that all too often triumphs over their good qualities. If a person was asked "Would you rather have world domination or world peace?," i guarantee that most people would choose domination. It's the never ending desire for power that drives us to put our compassion aside in order to make room for our own malice.
Around nine in the morning, we came down from our trip and took a short nap. At one o'clock in the afternoon, taylor and I bought some more acid, each took a hit and went up to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with Dayle.
It kicked in by the time we reached the museum. When we were walking down the halls of the Christian art of the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries and I began to observe how the water in the pictures began to flow behind the castles in rested under. In many Anunciation and Nativity paitings, Jesus' blood would either ooze or drip out of his wrists. As he ascended into heaven, his eyes looked to Mary, then John the Baptist, and finally his audience. Each painting became a stage showcasing the greatest story ever told. Unfortunately Dayle and Taylor were a bit worn out and were ready to leave just as I began to peak.
On the subway ride home, religious imagery took over my mind. I saw myself in rags, slowly straining to keep myself from falling as i carried a cross behind my back. People from my past appeared in the crowd, throwing rotten food at me while yelling insults. I looked back at them for pity, but i recieved non. As i looked into their eyes, something came over me, I threw down the cross, gave the crowd the finger, and kept walking. I looked up and saw Taylor, she was leaning on Dayle and crying. I didn't know what to say so I put my sunglasses over my eyes and tried to think more about art history, but my mind drew a blank, my moment was gone, and the acid was too.
It was the summer I moved into my apartment when I dropped LSD for the first time. Taylor and our other best friend, Dayle, both came to New York to spend a couple of days with me. We had all tripped on mushrooms on numerous occasions, and Dayle had done acid before so none of us were all that apprehensive upon it's intake. A friend of mine gave me the number of a kid named Jimbo, who invited us over to his apartment where the exchange was to take place. We smoked a blunt, bought six hits, and went back to our place. We took the acid immediately and waited.
We waited for almost two hours when the acid began to slowly creep it's way into our expanding minds. The sudden sensation of tingles covered my body in goosebumps. As i put on a sweatshirt, i noticed that the flower composition on the carpet begin melt then go back to normal. My stomache gargled a little and the back of my head felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand. Little beads of sweat formed on my back and trickled down my spine. Then bam, it felt like I was hit with a laughter bat, forcing me to uncontrolably chuckle until tears came out of my eyes. Taylor and Dayle were feeling the laughter as well. We all sat around the living room floor, laughing and giggling while Kendall and Cassidy stood and watched the way one would upon looking at monkeys in a zoo; puzzled, astounded, and satisfied that they were not of that state of mind, let alone of the same species.
AFter making several attempts to leave our apartment, we made our way over to Jimbo's to find out what was in store for us there. We had met Jimbo earlier that day and my friend who gave me Jimbo's number had only met Jimbo once before. We weren't sure if going over to his place was the right decision, but we didnt care, it was our curiosity that pushed us forwards. Upon our arrival, we were greeted by a shirtless, blonde haired guy of about 23. His brown eyes were turned down, giving him the look of a chilld with down syndrome. He led the way to the main living area and asked us if we wanted to be placed inside a bubble. I volunteered first and was asked to sit on the floor. As he towered over me, he made different suction movements with his hands, appearing as if there was a sheet of glass or in this case, a bubble, in between us. He walked in a circle around me, keeping a steady distance of about two feet. He would put his hands into fists and act as if he was punching the invisible divider. Although it was mildly amusing to watch, I couldn't help but think if the gentleman in front of me was really mentally disbaled, or if he was merely the product of a white trash up bringing, given his appearance and demeanor.
After Dayle and Taylor were enclosed in their own bubbles by the retard, we decided to leave and head uptown to experience the wonders of Times Square. We started off on Broadway and Park Row, which is about almost a mile before any of the numbered streets begin, we needed to get up to 42nd Street, this was going to be a long adventure.
As we made our way up broadway, the buidings and streets continued to melt and morph into shapeless objects. Around 20th and broadway, we desperately needed to use a bathroom so we stopped into a deli. We asked the spanish man behind the counter "Donde esta el bano?" and he looked at us for a long moment with a blank expression. As the eyeballs in his head started spinning around in different directions, his motionless body gave life and he lifted his right arm and pointed to the far corner of the rectangular room without a sound. We walked back to where his finger pointed, passing tiny puddles of mop water, and moving piles of garbage. We pushed open the door and entered a thin, hexagonally tiled corridor that marked the top of a black and white staircase, leading two stories downward to where the exact location of the toliet was located. As we walked down, each step meant another step away from the front door. There were no windows and no other doorways, just a small, thin, moving staircase. When we got to the bottom, the hexagonal tiles began popping up and down out of the floor. Dayle and Taylor entered the woman's stall as i headed to the male stall. The white door looked as of it had not been painted since the seventies. The bathroom itself was covered with grafiti, stains, and lewd phrases suggesting falatio followed by a phone number. As I sat on the toilet, I noticed that the tiny puddle of water in the corner opposite from where I was sitting was beginning to move towards me. The hexagons did not stop the flow, it kept coming closer and closer that i started to left my feet for fear of being sucked in. After I had finished, I quickly got up, zipped my pants, and went back up stairs with the other girls.
Now that we were back safely on the streets of the city, we were reenergized and ready to take on Times Square. As we approached west 31st, a group of crows flew down in front of us and turned out to be a group of grown black men. Soon their cawing turned into sentences and they moved out of the way to let us by. One of the men laid down on his stomache and insisted we walk over him. WE did, then they turned back into crows and continued downtown.
Finally we arrived at 42nd street. We walked into the middle of where Broadway and seventh avenue break away from each other, stood, and looked up. The neon lights of the buildings danced off one another with each passing second. The Virgin Record Store logo started moving up, while the news monitors started melting down. The Coca Cola, and Cup of Noodles display seemed to become one adverstisment altogether. The people located on the billboard advertisments seemed to be having conversations with one another. Then they would stand still, then come alive once more. The scrolling marquees of the theaters trailed off into an array of different colors, while the the inanimate faces of models advertising underwear and Coach bags beamed with energy and emotion before settling down to their normal, lifeless expressions.
After about twenty minutes of Times Square 360, we were ready to head back downtown. We decided to take the subway this time and patiently waited for the downtown 2,3 train to come. As we sat on the platform bench we noticed a tall, fat man standing across the platform wearing oversized, bright blue sweatpants. He started pacing back and forth with his hands inside his pockets. He stopped directly in the center of our view and looked over at us. He bobbed his head for a couple of seconds, chuckled to himself, and then began to point at us.
"Hey you guys," said I, "Do you see that guy across the platform looking at us?"
"YEah he's really creepy." Said Dayle.
The man then started pointed to us once again and then start putting one hand down the front of his pants while pointed to the stairs with the other. While this was going on, his face morphed into a greenish hue and formed into the appearance of a rat.
"Uh you guys," I started again, "is this really happening? Does he look like a rat to you?"
"Just dont look at him. Look away." Said Taylor as she kept her hands crossed over her breasts and her eyes to the ground.
"YEah, actually i do. Is this for real? Is this really happening?" Asked Dayle after realizing that we were both seeing the same exact thing unfold.
Taylor looked up from her seat and a look of panic crossed her face.
"Can he come over here?" she asked.
"Only if he goes up the stairs at the end of the platform and over to this side." I answered. We all looked at each other as if our fears were about to come true, but just as we looked over at the man once more, our train came rolling down the platform, stopped, opened it's door, and took us down to our Fulton Street Destination.
After leaving the subway, we went back to our building and decided to watch the sun come out from our roof deck. Our building was 26 stories high and located two blocks away from South Street Seaport. Our view over looked the East River, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Williamsburg, and Queensboro bridges, as well as the Empire State Building, Chrystler Building, Woolworth Building just to name a few. We gazed over the lower east sides and parts of Brooklyn as the sun came out and clouds spread over the eastern sky. The buildings would move in and out, and change colors as the clouds above morphed into different shapes and shades of pink, cyan, violet and yellow. Looking out onto the expanse of buildings and structures all created by the hands of man, it made me realize the power and desire man has to survive and advance. Thousands upon thousands of buildings that stretching higher and higher were considered home and places of work to millions of people. Man had achieved so much on ground that we now had taken on the sky, no, me and my room mates lived on the twenty-fourth floor, we already took over the sky. We lived beyond the limits that were meant to be reached. It made me think about how simple and yet how complex humans really were. Humans are capable of so much good while at the same time, there is this pure, unrestrained evil and hostility that all too often triumphs over their good qualities. If a person was asked "Would you rather have world domination or world peace?," i guarantee that most people would choose domination. It's the never ending desire for power that drives us to put our compassion aside in order to make room for our own malice.
Around nine in the morning, we came down from our trip and took a short nap. At one o'clock in the afternoon, taylor and I bought some more acid, each took a hit and went up to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with Dayle.
It kicked in by the time we reached the museum. When we were walking down the halls of the Christian art of the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries and I began to observe how the water in the pictures began to flow behind the castles in rested under. In many Anunciation and Nativity paitings, Jesus' blood would either ooze or drip out of his wrists. As he ascended into heaven, his eyes looked to Mary, then John the Baptist, and finally his audience. Each painting became a stage showcasing the greatest story ever told. Unfortunately Dayle and Taylor were a bit worn out and were ready to leave just as I began to peak.
On the subway ride home, religious imagery took over my mind. I saw myself in rags, slowly straining to keep myself from falling as i carried a cross behind my back. People from my past appeared in the crowd, throwing rotten food at me while yelling insults. I looked back at them for pity, but i recieved non. As i looked into their eyes, something came over me, I threw down the cross, gave the crowd the finger, and kept walking. I looked up and saw Taylor, she was leaning on Dayle and crying. I didn't know what to say so I put my sunglasses over my eyes and tried to think more about art history, but my mind drew a blank, my moment was gone, and the acid was too.
I am Captain Splendid
This song is in my head, really really badly. It's Captain Splendid, by Kara's Flowers, known to most these days as Maroon 5. They should do more songs with the musical style they used as Kara's Flowers. I bet it'd do better now than it did back in 1997.
Anyways, I'll probably get mullered for this, but nevermind, it's about time I themed a blog entry for a change, as opposed to jumping around many different subjects, trying to fit as many in as I can. The reason why I've mentioned it is..well..let me explain:
A while back, about a couple of months or so, me and Mena just started throwing songs around that we could possibly play at our wedding. It's by no means a confirmation that we're engaged or not (we're not..trust me, you'd know about it if we were), but it's just something that we'd talk about every now and then. And the newest addition to our list is..Kara's Flowers - Captain Splendid. Probably because I've been listening to it lots and lots over the past week, but we both like the song, so it's there.
Anyways, other songs we've mentioned are:
Green Day - Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)
Funeral For A Friend - Rookie of the Year
Span - Peaceful
Span - Missing In Stereo
VAST - Flames (I'm pretty sure that this'll end up being the song we use for our first dance)
InMe - White Butterfly
InMe - Angels With Snipers
Puddle of Mudd - She Hates Me (Single Edit, so as not to upset little kiddies with the swearing)
I'm pretty sure that there's a couple more to add onto that list, but my mind's blank at the moment (lay off me please, it is 3:05am :P).
It is pretty rock orientated at the moment, but hey..any potential wedding isn't going to be for another 2 to 3 years at least, so that could easily change. Sides, I did mention to Mena on the phone yesterday that we'd have to put in some obligatory pop shite in there, make it family friendly and everything. Yeah, it's gonna be our special day, but I'd rather have a reception with guests ^_^
Comment if you want, add suggestions, whatever. I just got bored and thought that I'd have a go at writing an interesting blog entry for a change. You never know, I might just even start blogging about one topic at a time! That'd be a shocker, eh? EH?? :p
Well, till..whenever. I'll try and blog tomorrow evening and let you know how the Feeder gig went.
T'ra
-=Gav=-
Anyways, I'll probably get mullered for this, but nevermind, it's about time I themed a blog entry for a change, as opposed to jumping around many different subjects, trying to fit as many in as I can. The reason why I've mentioned it is..well..let me explain:
A while back, about a couple of months or so, me and Mena just started throwing songs around that we could possibly play at our wedding. It's by no means a confirmation that we're engaged or not (we're not..trust me, you'd know about it if we were), but it's just something that we'd talk about every now and then. And the newest addition to our list is..Kara's Flowers - Captain Splendid. Probably because I've been listening to it lots and lots over the past week, but we both like the song, so it's there.
Anyways, other songs we've mentioned are:
Green Day - Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)
Funeral For A Friend - Rookie of the Year
Span - Peaceful
Span - Missing In Stereo
VAST - Flames (I'm pretty sure that this'll end up being the song we use for our first dance)
InMe - White Butterfly
InMe - Angels With Snipers
Puddle of Mudd - She Hates Me (Single Edit, so as not to upset little kiddies with the swearing)
I'm pretty sure that there's a couple more to add onto that list, but my mind's blank at the moment (lay off me please, it is 3:05am :P).
It is pretty rock orientated at the moment, but hey..any potential wedding isn't going to be for another 2 to 3 years at least, so that could easily change. Sides, I did mention to Mena on the phone yesterday that we'd have to put in some obligatory pop shite in there, make it family friendly and everything. Yeah, it's gonna be our special day, but I'd rather have a reception with guests ^_^
Comment if you want, add suggestions, whatever. I just got bored and thought that I'd have a go at writing an interesting blog entry for a change. You never know, I might just even start blogging about one topic at a time! That'd be a shocker, eh? EH?? :p
Well, till..whenever. I'll try and blog tomorrow evening and let you know how the Feeder gig went.
T'ra
-=Gav=-
Whatever Together!
I'm still listening to Story One. They're joined in the stereo by Span. Very nice duo, if I do say so myself. CD5 is empty, cos I can't think of anything else worth listening to.
I didn't win in the EuroMillions, obviously. If I had, you'd have known about it by now :P Would be funny, everybody who hates me would suddenly become my best friend again. Still, I could've given them a £125m funded "Fuck You" then. Ah well, we can dream, can't we?
I've loved this weekend, I really have. Though, I did wake up at around 9 this morning, thinking I had to be up for work. I got as far as sitting up in bed before remembering. The fall back into bed was very welcome :D
I've been smiling for so long,
My face is starting to hurt me.
Mommy.
I wrote some more songs that I'm gonna use for B-Sides. I can't remember which ones I've told you about, so here's a list of all of them:
Cursed & Blessed [Unfinished]
Tell It To Me Straight
Wearing The Skin of Your Worst Fear
Dead To Me
Here Cometh The End
Chuck Norris [Unfinished] (I mentioned jokingly to a friend that somebody should write a song about Chuck Norris, given the current infactuation with him, and he said that I should do it...so I am :P)
Zombie
Cut Him Open [Unfinished]
Once I've finished the unfinished ones, I reckon I'll have enough for the time being, so I'll move back to priorities. Still, least I've got more than two, eh? :D
Oo, oo, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Mena's coming around on Tuesday ^_^ She's decided to come and see me twice during my two week holiday, glee!!! I've been missing her an awful lot just recently, so it's good that we're starting to see each other more often. Been together 7 months in two weeks time. That's just scary. 5 months time, we'll have been dating a year. That's even scarier. Looking forward to it though :)
Right, that's enough for now. Until when next I blog.
T'ra
-=Gav=-
I didn't win in the EuroMillions, obviously. If I had, you'd have known about it by now :P Would be funny, everybody who hates me would suddenly become my best friend again. Still, I could've given them a £125m funded "Fuck You" then. Ah well, we can dream, can't we?
I've loved this weekend, I really have. Though, I did wake up at around 9 this morning, thinking I had to be up for work. I got as far as sitting up in bed before remembering. The fall back into bed was very welcome :D
I've been smiling for so long,
My face is starting to hurt me.
Mommy.
I wrote some more songs that I'm gonna use for B-Sides. I can't remember which ones I've told you about, so here's a list of all of them:
Cursed & Blessed [Unfinished]
Tell It To Me Straight
Wearing The Skin of Your Worst Fear
Dead To Me
Here Cometh The End
Chuck Norris [Unfinished] (I mentioned jokingly to a friend that somebody should write a song about Chuck Norris, given the current infactuation with him, and he said that I should do it...so I am :P)
Zombie
Cut Him Open [Unfinished]
Once I've finished the unfinished ones, I reckon I'll have enough for the time being, so I'll move back to priorities. Still, least I've got more than two, eh? :D
Oo, oo, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Mena's coming around on Tuesday ^_^ She's decided to come and see me twice during my two week holiday, glee!!! I've been missing her an awful lot just recently, so it's good that we're starting to see each other more often. Been together 7 months in two weeks time. That's just scary. 5 months time, we'll have been dating a year. That's even scarier. Looking forward to it though :)
Right, that's enough for now. Until when next I blog.
T'ra
-=Gav=-
How I wish it would rain tomorrow
Right. We've got some catching up to do, don't we? Oh yes.
I last updated Saturday evening, so...let's be logical and start at Sunday ^_^
Sunday
Work went as usual. I had to clean the air-conditioning system though, which I hate. I'm gonna get out of doing it, sometime. Don't know how yet, I did try worming out of it but it wasn't washing, so I might need a different approach. Probably only good thing is that I've got the next two Sundays off, so I don't need to worry about it anymore.
In the evening...hehe, this was right entertaining, this was. Something as simple as leaving AWFF was turned into a fucking debacle. Me being me, I decided to be Mr. Sarcasm as usual and stop being such an "attention whore" and post a leaving thread at AWFF, which itself has now been called "attention whore-ish" as well. Just can't win, can ya? Anyways, point is that I'm not at AWFF anymore, nor will I be for the forseeable future. The forseeable future being at least two to three months.
Yesterday
I was off. SHOCKER! Mena came up for the day, and it was fucking wicked. She'd bought me vs. Time by Span, which is what I'm listening to currently (it's where the blog title comes from), and that's an awesome album. But yeah, we didn't get up to too much, just listened to music and cuddled up. We were going to put War of the Worlds on, but didn't. Maybe next time.
Saw Fozzy in the evening. They were supported by Nineteenth Century, who were majorly crap, and Forever Never, who were alright. Just as Story One reminded me of a British Yellowcard, Forever Never gave me hints of Trivium, only a tad more melodic. Another one I'll be keeping an eye on, no doubt. Fozzy, unsurprisingly, were awesome. Was nice to hear a different set-list as well, though whether they were different songs altogether, I dunno. However, Mike Martin, one of the guitarists, usually does a nice long 5 - 10 minute guitar solo by himself that kinda splits the set in half. Last night, he decided to add the Mario theme in, which he hadn't done in Leiecester. Was very random, but entertaining. Mr. Holy Shit indeed.
Today
Unfortunately, was back at work. I also ache. Badly. Anywhere that can ache, does. Thank fucker I'm back at home :(
I've got Span on again, but I dunno whether to turn it off and try working on some music for The Side Project or not. I've still got four weeks to get two tracks done, but I also need to work on the vocals for Cursed & Blessed (originally called Cursed and Blessed at the Same Time), so I might do that first. As far as Save's vocals are going, I was singing that to myself the other day, and I reckon I might have that sorted now. Just a matter of making music to fit around it now. Nevertheless, I am still aiming for February time. Whether "AWFF Records" is still going to distribute it or not, I don't know. I'd like to think so. If not, FFMO is fairly inactive, using bandwidth from there won't hurt :P I might also start writing B-Sides for the fun of it, so then I can use them on future CDS releases.
Well, I best get going. I'll update tomorrow no doubt, now that I'm up to date.
T'ra
-=Gav=-
P.S. Happy 28 Week Annivery baby! :D
I last updated Saturday evening, so...let's be logical and start at Sunday ^_^
Sunday
Work went as usual. I had to clean the air-conditioning system though, which I hate. I'm gonna get out of doing it, sometime. Don't know how yet, I did try worming out of it but it wasn't washing, so I might need a different approach. Probably only good thing is that I've got the next two Sundays off, so I don't need to worry about it anymore.
In the evening...hehe, this was right entertaining, this was. Something as simple as leaving AWFF was turned into a fucking debacle. Me being me, I decided to be Mr. Sarcasm as usual and stop being such an "attention whore" and post a leaving thread at AWFF, which itself has now been called "attention whore-ish" as well. Just can't win, can ya? Anyways, point is that I'm not at AWFF anymore, nor will I be for the forseeable future. The forseeable future being at least two to three months.
Yesterday
I was off. SHOCKER! Mena came up for the day, and it was fucking wicked. She'd bought me vs. Time by Span, which is what I'm listening to currently (it's where the blog title comes from), and that's an awesome album. But yeah, we didn't get up to too much, just listened to music and cuddled up. We were going to put War of the Worlds on, but didn't. Maybe next time.
Saw Fozzy in the evening. They were supported by Nineteenth Century, who were majorly crap, and Forever Never, who were alright. Just as Story One reminded me of a British Yellowcard, Forever Never gave me hints of Trivium, only a tad more melodic. Another one I'll be keeping an eye on, no doubt. Fozzy, unsurprisingly, were awesome. Was nice to hear a different set-list as well, though whether they were different songs altogether, I dunno. However, Mike Martin, one of the guitarists, usually does a nice long 5 - 10 minute guitar solo by himself that kinda splits the set in half. Last night, he decided to add the Mario theme in, which he hadn't done in Leiecester. Was very random, but entertaining. Mr. Holy Shit indeed.
Today
Unfortunately, was back at work. I also ache. Badly. Anywhere that can ache, does. Thank fucker I'm back at home :(
I've got Span on again, but I dunno whether to turn it off and try working on some music for The Side Project or not. I've still got four weeks to get two tracks done, but I also need to work on the vocals for Cursed & Blessed (originally called Cursed and Blessed at the Same Time), so I might do that first. As far as Save's vocals are going, I was singing that to myself the other day, and I reckon I might have that sorted now. Just a matter of making music to fit around it now. Nevertheless, I am still aiming for February time. Whether "AWFF Records" is still going to distribute it or not, I don't know. I'd like to think so. If not, FFMO is fairly inactive, using bandwidth from there won't hurt :P I might also start writing B-Sides for the fun of it, so then I can use them on future CDS releases.
Well, I best get going. I'll update tomorrow no doubt, now that I'm up to date.
T'ra
-=Gav=-
P.S. Happy 28 Week Annivery baby! :D
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