It's been a little while. I'm still getting headaches...bad ones. But I guess it was my fault for falling on my head. I'm probably lucky I didn't break my neck. I wrote a few songs last night. "go the fuck to bed" "I'm annoying" and "I wanna sheep" to name a few. I was really spacy. I don't have anything to say really.... time to go to rehearsal. Mmmph. I think I need my guitar.... too bad I don't want to go get it. All 6 flights of stairs.
Have you ever thrown up. Like realllly thrown up. Where your stomach heaves it self into your throat. And you feel like everything you've eaten in the past 10 years is flowing out your nose and mouth. Yeah... I'm pretty fucking hungry. I'm going to go into the gross details. I was leaning over the toilet -a urinal- and there was salmon stuck in the back of my throat...like when you spit milk out your nose. Well...salmons a little bigger than milk. And I finally got it into my mouth, which made my whole body heave. And when it really started coming out, it was splashing back in my face. Gross eh? When I was sure there was nothing in my stomach, I tried to get up and wash my face. Oh shit. I threw up more....exceptnow it was just stomach acid, and other nasty shit. I washed my face, and blew everything out of my nose, and took a swig of water. I angrily walked out, and asked Katie if she had anything I could eat because I had just puked my guts out. I've never seen Katie run. But she ran. Well I feel loved. Really. And she got me some food, which I have just finished. Although now my nose is running, and I feel very very hungry. Grr.... why do I have to be sick at camp.
We get to go see R&J tonight. I think I'm going to try and lay down tonight.
After 4 super tylonal(sp) since last night, I still have a fucking headache. But I'm being called to go play soccer. I think I'll just watch. I still hate Much Ado...but people are making me feel better. I have like 88 monologue like lines though. Greeeat. First rehearsal today. Here we go.
I'm in Much Ado About Nothing.
I hate that play to death.
I hate it I hate it I hate it.
And I'm playing Don Pedro, and Sexton.
Hate. Hate.
And I have a headache. God dammit.
And I need a key to my room because I'm tired of people being in it.
And I'm too hot.
And grrr.
I feel like I'm going to throw up.
Fuck.
Are yelling at me to write. Fine god dammit. Haha
So.... Yesterday Alex and I went to Klines and got ice cream...in the middle of a storm. It was pretty awesome. Then she dropped her ice cream and was like FUCK and suddenly realized she was in public, or something to that effect, and apologized. Didn't do much else. Today's been pretty boring too. I started a nice fire though. I kinda want to go start it up again...but I don't feel like being outside. Alone anyway. Well... I figured out today...that I can actually play guitar. And play well. Yeah shut it. I don't know. I just looked up some cool amp settings, dialed them in and started playing. I felt like I was playing better just because my amp sounded better. I was playing the same things I've been playing for weeks. But now I have a cool blues tone, cool crunch, and a cool high gain one. Although I doubt anybody but Ben could care less about what I just said. Ummm....still reading the plays I need to read for camp. I don't know. There's a post.
SO... it's been a while since I posted. But I just don't feel like it. I'm making my self do it for once though. Went to graduation yesterday, and it wasn't nearly as long as I expected. Mom took me to Franco's right after that, and at one I went to Rachels graduation party. Mr. Walton talked me into doing forensics...so looks like I'll be doing that next year. I sat at home and tried to sleep, but didn't really pull it off. I was going to go to the Little Grill at 7 to meet up with Ben and Aleina to see Nipe. I got there, and they said I could hang out, and help set up, but I decided I would rather eat, so when Ben and Aleina got there, we walked to Jess'. Damn Ben....you can REALLY eat. Who stole your chili dog?
Mmm... we made it back for the concert. They had a guy to open, who played like...Charlie Brown sounding music. He was good, but I didn't really enjoy it that much. Then Nipe got up. Woo! I love Mr. Nipes music. Especially live. There was this completely drunk guy, I'm not sure he wasn't high either. But they were trying to coax him outside, and finally he passed out on the floor. So they had two people drag him out. Aleina talked her mom into letting her go to Jordans party, so we went right after Book of Kills played. That was pretty fun. Like someone having a death grip on my balls (don't ask if you don't know) and having to believe in your pool shots. I was so tired at the end I wasn't even paying attention to the game though.
I don't want to say anything else. So... I'm going to go now. And get breakfast, cause I'm really hungry.
How you gonna keep up?
How you gonna keep up?
How you gonna keep up?
Down on the bomb.
How you gonna keep up?
Down on the bomb.
Now you've had a drink from the river of blood!
Well.... I just finished my film exam a few seconds ago. Easy. And did my bio one about an hour and a half ago. Kind of easy... Oh well. Today has just sucked. A lot. And it keeps getting worse, not to mention I feel like a total jackass. Enough people have called me one that I'm starting to believe it. I don't know... I guess I am sometimes. A lot of the time. Maybe people are just getting tired of it, and starting to point it out. Grr... we tried playing slap in biology, but people were being dumb, as usual. And I set up two games. One for people like Alex and me and Seth who are fast and really really good. And then one for slower peoplewho will remain unnamed. And someone kept trying to jump into our game, and he never could because he's just too slow, he was almost slapping after Alex or I already had the cards added to our deck. And eventually I was like *, just go play with the slow group, you won't get a chance to play here. And someone who remains unnamed kept defending him. I don't blame them for defending him. I do it all the time too. But seriously. He stood NO chance against us. Absolutely none. And eventually I said something fast because I was in the middle, of the game and I was like *. You're too slow. Go play over there. Apparently that pissed the nameless person off. I didn't mean it in a mean way. I just meant... I don't know what I meant. But after the game, he was like "you were a total jackass to Him." and "your ego is huge when you play that game." Yes... I do have a little bit of an ego when I play that game. But I almost always win. I'm faster than anyone I was playing with. I won 95% of the slaps, and I won all three games. Is it still having an ego when I'm like yeah I'm good at this game. Apparently it is. I try so hard not to have an ego. I try to a point where I just bring my self down. And when it finally slips out. I get called out on it.
I'm just so annoyed with people. Maybe they're just annoyed with me. Maybe this is all my fault. This probably is all my fault. If i'd just been a good player, and won the games without exclaiming my joy for wining the GAME. Grrr....what's better in that situation. Keep dealing him in and let him be knocked out in like 4 rounds. And let him try to slap and never get it. Or ask him -even though I stopped asking- to play with other people. Where one, he wouldn't slow US down however awful that sounds, and two where he could actually get a chance to play. I have an hour and 20 minutes to think about this. Should I post the rest of the day? I have nothing else to do. Actually I could read. Gah! Nipes concert is tomorrow...but there are a bunch of things going on. I'll skip Nipe. I'll try and get somebody to record it. I don't even know what to do anymore. I should probably study for Latin. But I really don't feel inspired. Not like I will tonight. I might try and record something else tonight. Hmmm I think it was today? Someone else called me a jackass during our break thing.... because I shouldered someone by accident. I said sorry. Apparently it sounded sarcastic. It's not like it doesn't happen to me every day. But that shouldn't matter. Should it? Great. It's just me and nipe again. Except I have to sit here for an hour and 15 minutes. Not 30. gaaah. I want my guitar. Or a guitar. Or a piano. Or SOMETHING to make music on. My ears hurt from listening to music from after finishing my bio exam till I walked into here.
This is really annoying me.... I feel like a jerk. Everyone's telling me I am.... that's kind of like when everyone told me I'm emo... I started to act like that. I got tired of trying to defend my self. "Hey Zach! You're emo!" Yep...thanks. Hah...draft saved at 11:11 am. I feel like I do somehting to attract all of this. I feel like I'm doing something wrong. Or maybe I just take it wrong. All the people who sit to the left of me in history... are just jerks to me. And ask stupid questions, and.....and they;re just mean! What the heck. I guess it's just because I don't like playing rough. A wouldn't leave me alone till I finally got so pissed off, I fought back, and I shoved him away from me. Apparently that earned me respect in his eyes. Great. I hate doing that. And I seriously thought he was going to kill me. But I was sick and tired of it, so I did something. Thanks Aud for not letting him kill me. Gah... I feel like I should be jolly. Schools almost out. My day's as good as over. Latin is the hardest part of my life for the next 3 months. Happy happy happy. Mah. Driving will make me feel better. It did last night. Maybe because we drove all these back roads. I like driving back roads. But I still don't like driving. He's only flipped out on me once. And even then he didn't flip out. It was just because we had gotten off of a road with a 55mph speed limit into a 35, and I was still going 55 without realizing it. Whoops.
It's kind of funny how locked down our internet is here. I can't even use amazon or ebay anymore. The only reason I can blog is some of the AP classes use blogger to find their homework, so they have to allow it. Heh heh. I guess I could do that "unlockyoutube" trick. But I don't have anything I want to watch. I think I'm going to go read soon. Or maybe not. We'll see. I feel like... this blog is just me talking to my self. Some people tell stories, some people abstractly tell their experieces, some people talk about their day, some people write dreamy posts about better things. I talk to my self. I talk to my self anyway. But I talk to my self here. I lay everything I want to say out in front of me. And I feel like I can say more, because they people I've allowed to read this blog I trust. All 15 of you or whatever. I don't mind you knowing some of the inner workings of my head. I don't mind you knowing how I'm feeling. I guess this blog is more for me than anyone else now though. I used to write it for people to see. But now... well it's blocked obviously. So it's almost like.... I don;t know what it's like, and I don't know where I'm going with that, and I don't know why I feel the need to explain it, and I don't even know why I'm writing this! Maybe because it's making me feel better? Maybe because I'm so bored and I can't do anything else. Maybe because there's an hour left of school. I wonder if my constant tap tap tapping is driving Mr. Nipe crazy. It's always tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
taptaptaptpapap tap tap...taptaptap.......tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. That would drive me crazy if I weren't the one doing it. Oh how I love laptop keyboards. So quiet. And so easy to type on! You know what amuses me? I get more comments now that my blog is blocked, than I ever did when it was open. Mmm someone explain that one to me. I saw album somewhere...ones of Nipes maybe...something about a mad man...lemmie go look it up. "bloom or die" and "songs for a gone world" Never mind. Although I do like the title of his recent album... songs for a burned out generation or something.. ah "songs for a played out generation" I hate this computer!!! I can't do italics, or underline, or spell check, or bold. That's how I -control I- talk -control I- to my self. I emphasize things. Hah... I've gotten to the point where I type more than I talk... I think.. so when I'm thinking about what I'm going to say I frequently throw a "control italics" in there somewhere.
I wish I could write lyrics. That would be so useful. I wish I could sing too. Playing piano wouldn't be half bad either. I kind of play piano...but only what I can sound out...which is some Jack's Mannequin stuff..... I think I got.... Holiday From Real.... Kill the Messenger.....and I know the chords to Rescued...although they don't translate well to piano. Becuase they're guitar chords... so I'm only playing the guitar part of the chord...because I don't know what else to add. Grr.... I think I mentioned this... I got a violin bow for my guitar. It makes me happy when I can make it work. But I gave up sustain, and the ability to use a bow for ease of playing. My action is so low. I can only bend a step and a half. The note dies when I try to go two. Oh well. I can play all of Dazed and Confused...-with an improv solo- now because I can kind of get the same effect as Jimmy. Oooh! Maybe he turns the tone down, and that's why it sounds too bright! AH!!! Maybe... Or maybe he's just god and I'm a meddling mortal. I suck at spelling you know. meddling. I feel like that's not even a word. I think I make up a bunch of words.... that probably comes from Latin. Oh well. Deal with it. How much have I typed so far? I lot I think. I'll really applaud you if you read all of this. Because it's just me ranting. Do people find this interesting? I assume you do if you read it..... well. it's not very interesting to ME. Mmmm.... I want to write lyrics dammit!! I seem to have some mental block on that. Probably a good thing. Or maybe the lyrics I've written are good...I'm just picky like I am about everything. Hey nat... remember this? "Now prepare to die you pus filled rabie. I'll kill you and your demented baby." hahahaha Tom. I wish we had actually made that into a song. Something about battery acid...and cows.... and blades....and blood. All in jest of course. We had to write something about revenge, and we all wrote two lines. Toms is the only one that stuck with me. For obvious reasons. I hope he's my counsiler this year. Or Katie, since Gregs's gone. : ( I miss Commander Phelps. "SOLDIERS!" Hahahah good times.
I wonder where our field trip is going to be this year? That river again? That was fun... except the water was like 2 degrees. Hahaha.... that's when I found out dorky old wendel was ripped like a beast. I mean DAMN he was bigger than Alex. Kind of funny to think of wendel being that strong. He was such a cool kid. Oh joy...only 40 more minutes. I write so slow. Maybe it's just all the long pauses I take... I write like 4-5 lines at a time...then stop and think. Mmm... still takes me a long time. I'm sooo bored!!! Something needs to happen. I need to go DO something. I really wish I could drive. Mmmph. October. Hey people...come to the film festivle tonight. it's at 5:30 in Nipes room...unless a bunch of people come. I can't come cause I have a track banquet. FUCK!! I have a track banquet. No studying for Zach... or very little. Ah! I... I don't know. I spelled that wrong didn't I. I'll do charts and vocab....and tenses....and leave it at that. I've kind of got vocab...kind of. And I know fragments of the charts. That won't do though. God...ony 35 more minutes. Eww I have to ride the bus today. I hate my bus. Except for like Kate.... and Justin. Gr... my notebooks front and back cover have ripped off...and I'm so OCD about that, I can't write in it anymore. And I've only got like 20 pages left too. I guess I'll just leave it unfinished. Or maybe I'll suck it up and write. Why is I'll grey back there? That's annoying me.... Grr.... I'm hungry. Actually... I don't eat lunch for an hour anyway, so I don't know why I am. Hey guys...only 57 minutes of bio left...oh WAIT! It's OVER!!! hahahahaha freedom. God... half an hour left. This is....relaxing. I'm going to go clean out my locker right before the bell rings... the only thing in there now is an old project...and a peice of paper. Hmmm that rule FAILS. "I before E except after C." Well E is before I and before C. Grr.... I don't think one rule works for anything. Well... I haven't given that very much thought...and if I state that as my belief...someone will be a human and challange it. And I'm tired of being challenged. So no. I don't think that. Grrr.... I'm so tired of having to watch EVERYTHING I say for fear of pissing someone off, or offending someones MOM or something. I don't even know HOW he pulled that on me. I offended his mom by calling him an idiot? jokingly?? I didn't even mean it. Grr... I was like....hah...you idiot. Helll Seriso said that to me like 3 days ago. Gah!!! I'm sorry!
All right I'm done.
Goodbye
Mmmph. Well, film studies is basically done, and I have nothing to do now. Because I can't really drive. But that music thingie pure volume is up, so at least I have a little music. It's been a loong, and not very good day. Whaaatever. I'm tired, even though I got a lot of sleep last night. Maybe I got too much? No... couldn't have. I only got like 8 hours. Which is a lot better than usual though. Actually...maybe I didn't get 8 hours. Because I had to set my ipod timer twice. I know I didn't get through the second one though. Mmm.. I actually kind of like the solo on the second track, even though the tapping is kind of off. It would be off. Mmmm this is the first day since like the beginning of first semester that I haven't worn a bandanna. Surprising eh? I actually have worn it a little, but that's just because my hair won't stay out of my face.
Mmm I HATE this keyboard. They're so hard to type on. And they loud too. Mah. I like how the only people in this room are Mr. Nipe and my self. Hah... I only type with 6 fingers. Well 7, because I only use one thumb. Maybe that's why I can't type worth crap. Or maybe I just can't type worth crap. Wow.... in 40 minutes....there will only be two half days of school left. In 45 hours... I'll be a junior. Great. In 45 hours.....school's out for SUMMER!! Little alice cooper there. "I like how your rapping crew consists of three white people and a mexican." Mmm that hole in my shirt keeps getting bigger, and it's annoying me. I like this shirt. Mah. I have behind the wheel again today... I wonder if he'll drop be off at home... or if we have to come back to school... I like that car. But it's too spaceous for me. I spelled that wrong didn't I.
Mmm Jason's back... joy. Well he'll leave me alone. God...there's this kid, and he keeps slamming the door. It aggravates me. Greatly. Oh Update. If you go to purevolume, and click on albums, and then click on "zeitghast" and then play the music from there, you don't have to download it. Only like....30 something minutes of school left. I'm not going to do the math, because math is related to school, and I'm done with school. Except for those 4 god awful exams. History and Film will be easy. Bio and Latin will SUCK. Mmm I have too much crap in my pants... Ipod...cell phone...deck of cards....a note....GAH!! gotta get Waltons form...pencils....and a pen....and my bandanna. Mmm one n or two n's? Ban-dan-na. Ban-dan-a. Ban-dan-NA. Ban-dan-A. I don't know whatever. "you're wearing my boxers pants AND shirt? Geeze I want those back!" Hmmm... I've been dropping eves. I tried to watch Lord of the Rings like 4 times yesterday. I didn't get very far. They got to...Frodo getting stabbed. "cause that fool, me mother, fail his posterior." "Mr. Nipe your an awesome teacher." (sic)
Jason....creep. 28 minutes? If it doens't come to me... I'm not doing the math. All right I will... yeah it's 28. Gorsh. I've got to study like hell for bio... I don't have Latin till wednesday luckily...so I'll do vocab and charts tonight....and then nit-picky stuff tomorrow. But bio....mah. I need to go back and go over all my tests. And all my notes for it.... Mmm my minds pretty blank right now... I don't know hwat to write, so I'm gonna ramble and ramble. "I'll just keep on a ramblin on" I think those are the lyrics... whatever. "Real men who skip class like me get in trouble." "Real men who skip class like ME, don't GET in trouble" "Fill the CD drive with-ANIMAL FECES-p...plaster." God those two are weird. Mmm class is almost over, and Jason can't dance at all. I can't type. Mmm why is part of my hair braided..? That's creepy. Mmm let's see how many times I've said "mmm" never mind... I can't use control find. Jerks... I'll do it later. I think. If I get time. I might just not get online today. I seriously doubt that though....because I can't study unless I have room to be distracted....cause I get annoyed. Mmm... I could text one person. That's better. Cause then I can still work... and still be blissfully distracted. Is that a word? I doubt it.
I think I just gave Jason a heart attack. Or ruined his life. Hahahahahha he just flipped out. Well now I have a glue print of Jasons hand. Great.... Nw what am I gonna do... oh....he just took it. 12 minutes!!! Gah!!! Hurrry up. Yoooou suck school bell. I'm not sure what else I can say. I guess I'll finish this segment....and then leave. I applaud(sp) anyone who reads this entire post. Because it's long and boring. So good job.
Bye
Mmm boring weekend. I pretty much just talked to people all weekend. Mmm I did record some stuff.
http://www.purevolume.com/zeitghast
Check that out. You have to download it though. Sorry : \
I'll add more if you like it.
By the way, that's my first experement with recording two tracks.
So... I haven't posted in a while again. I just don't keep up with this anymore. I'm about to go do behind the wheel so I can't say much. Yesterday was a looong day. But it was good in the end. Today I got dragged out of bed for family time, which turned out to be zach sitting in the car alone with the AC on time. But whatever, I got to listen to my music. Parents took me out to El Charro for lunch, but it kind of upset my stomach. We went around looking for flowers, and an electric fence. Buuut... I have to go now. Woo. Driving. With Butler. Woo. At least Lizzy will be there.
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