This game brings out the arabic (arrogance) in people. Halo inside joke.

Fuck!

I broke a nail...

Going to Kelley's for the weekend be back sunday night

And

Drew wins today

Belle: No you can't do that-
Drew in his Gaston voice: Just try and stop my ass!!!
Eruption of laughter.
Piano cuts out, Ms. Houff does a slow take....
Drew: What? I didn't know the line.

Jake Wins...

Most amazing actor today.

Jake doing Lefou and Gaston lines perfectly.
Josh begins to sing Drew's part,
-music stops-Houff: What are you doing?? That isn't your part!
Josh: He isn't here....
Mrs. Houff: Yes he is!
Brian: No he's not
Houff: Who was reading his lines????
Nick: Jake.
Houff: Wow.....

545

Blah.

I just woke up after sleeping for a good three hours, and if my arm hadn't gone numb, I'd still be sleeping. I haven't finished my AP yet, but I should have time to do that tomorrow morning. If Sara and Amanda and Mat don't distract me.
I went out to Hometown music and got some new Martin Silk wrapped strings. I don't think I'll ever go back th straight bronze, unless I get a second acoustic. Then they'd be like light elixers.

Anyway. I'm going to bed, or to read, or to maybe take a shot at writing the rest of my notes.

People. Are. Jerks.

I forgot how much I hated youtube.

"> you suck at guitar and ill send a video proving im better then you if you say your better then me" That's on my video from last december, when I first got my PRS.

"No sound? Do you suck so bad that you need to remove the sound?" One of the tracks I forgot to take down because it had editing errors.

Come on people.

All Right Karl

I'll post I'll post dammit.

I haven't really had anything going on. First musical practice was wednesday, and I've got another one tomorrow. I just got the new sights for my 92, but I don't get to shoot it for a while : ( Although Dad is going out and shooting it tomorrow without me. Grr! I have a forensics invite on saturday that I hope will be iced out, because really, we've been getting slaughtered in 2 rounds, I'm not sure I like the idea of 4. AP is kind of annoying me. I'm great for the first 10 pages of notes, the next five are annoying, and those last 2-5 are really hard because I just want to get it over with. You can tell how my patience wanes by looking at my notes. The handwriting starts off very clear and nice, then gets sloppy, then is all over the fucking page.

I feel like I've been getting worse at playing guitar. My tone keeps getting worse, and I'm getting sloppy. It's really starting to annoy me. I'm trying to go back and work on technique but it doesn't really seem to be working. Blah, hopefully it's just an off couple of weeks. It's almost time for my guitar lesson though, so I'm going to have to wrap this up methinks. Hmmm I get m actual license on the 28th, which will be nice. Saw the Golden Compass on....god. Last friday.... No sunday. It was pretty good, they messed up a few plot things, but no where near as bad as Eragon. 20 minutes till my lesson, 5 till I should go get my guitar and stuff. Meh, I'll have wet hair tonight, that's always annoying.

Time to go.

Damn

Last performance of Romeo and Juliet was absolutely, drop dead, fucking amazing. I've seen it something like 10 or 11 times now, and this was by far the best. I got to talk to Greg for a little while after, and Susan too. I miss living in Staunton. But seeing as I have gotten inadequate sleep for the past 2 days, and I fell asleep on my AP books last night, I think I should go to bed.

Mmm, good night.

Saturday Night?

What? It's saturday night? God this weekend has gone by fast. Friday was an awesome party, and Andy and Keegan ended up staying the night. Right after Andy Keegan and I got sluprees, I went a raked the yard, and went straight to Jake's. We proceeded to play 8 straight hours of DnD with Karl, Scott, and Russ. It was pretty amazing. But it took us like half an hour just to decide to go through a door.

WOO!

Homework now. And Crossroads concert. Night.

Okay SO.

I was out running today, and I was like I'm going to go run on the bike trails in Hillandale. I stretched, put about a mile behind me on the old trail, and started to head into the woods. I got maybe half a mile in, and I heard this rustling, and it was really loud, so I was like what the hell? I looked over and saw two black cats, and a gray cat, staring at me. I was like oh hey kitty, and it growled at me. I mean growled. So I was like okay....creepy kitty, and ran away, and they watched me the entire time. Jesus. Now that that was behind me, I went running on the trails. I saw like 10 reasons I should have turned back. Someones jacket ripped and hanging on a tree, some kids screaming (turns out it was a kid and his parents and he skinned his knee) all the bark ripped off this one tree, one of those trees that has the banana shaped seed pods. Every single one laying dead in a circle. But I was just creeped out by the cats. About 5 minutes later (I ran for 45) I heard what I thought was that kid crying again. So I didn't pay any attention. But it kept going. I stopped and waited for the blood to stop pounding in my ears. Meow.....meow.....meow.meow.meow.meow. It started slow, then sounded like 5 or 6 of them. I knew I'd put at least 2 miles between me and them as I 'd run for about 15 minutes. Creepy! I'm heading back. It just kept getting louder, and I figured out the trail I was on, was the one I came in on. So I was like fuck. I hate cats. I'm just gonna run right past them. I whipped around the corner....and they stopped. So I stopped too. They just looked at me, with their little apple shaped heads tilted to the side. I was kind of annoyed so I started to run behind them, and they followed me with their beady little green eyes. I hit the edge of the woods and started on my way to finish the trail. I hadn't taken ten steps and I heard....meow! Meow! Meow! meowmeowmeowmeow! Jesus! Leave me alone. I finished the trail, and started to run home, and still kinda heard it in the distance. Bah. Cats. They're servants of the bloody system.

45 minutes. I'm proud of my self.

I broke another amp cable. Damn. Who wants to go to guitar and amp with me?

So.

It's november. It was the 21st. And it was 70 fucking degrees outside. At least it's down to 40 now. I'm really missing the laptop, because I hate this keyboard, and my typing takes a split second longer to appear so I get thrown off. Whatever. I've decided that an overdriven tube amp is gods gift to the world. Now if I could just add a little umph to that overdrive I'd be set. My copy tubescreamer is too weak. Looking into a Badmonkey? Awful name. Great pedal. Still want that attenuator though.

Camping was camping. I managed to stay inside almost the entire time. I didn't really feel like going out. I got a total of 4 texts, but that's okay cause I didn't have service anyway. I managed to read two books and do damage on a 3rd. Like 600 pages worth.

Dad ordered Harakiri from Netflix a while ago, and we finally got around to watching it. That must be one of the best movies I have ever seen. Absolutely brilliant.

I really should be going to bed. I did my AP questions. I think I'm fucked for this test. I need to go back and read Amsco and Bailey again. Anyway. Bed.

So uh...Jack Johnson...erm stole music from the Yardbirds. Grrr....

Listen to Boom Boom by the yardbirds.

Something New

Something other than states anyway.

In the process of getting over the flu or whatever the heck it is, I've acquired a nasty amount of fluid in my left ear deafening me. Grrreat. I can actually hear now to a degree, but I have a nasty unbalance and some pretty sharp pains in the ear. In othernews, this seems to be one of those days I can't get good tone. I haven't attempted to play guitar because I can't make my amp sound good. Even my acoustic is being a rebel. Whatever, I'm going to Andy's in about an hour anyway. I was listening to the radio this afternoon, and I heard a cover of Mannish Boy by Muddy Waters done by the Rolling Stones. Well....-shudders- Jagger is rather talented at being an...."effeminate....something or other. " I should have written it down. Tueting said something great about him. Anyway. He's great at that. He SUCKS at blues. LOOOOREEEED! Oh god....shut up, your screeching is hurting my ears. NAW WEN I WUZ A YUNG BOI! No mick....no. MY MAMMA SAIIIIEID I'Z GONNA BE....DA GRRRREATEZT MAAIN ALIVVV!
His voice....can't do the blues. Think of a nasally....bat. He didn't the typical phrasings such as "main" for man....but his voice was just.... screechy. But then again, I'd like to hear B.B do thrash. Although he'd probably be better than some of todays bands. CoughslipknotCough. Although Jim is one hell of a guitar player.

Still working on trying to rewire my guitar. I need to go get an old pick guard, and two cheap switches. Then I can try. Two small switches at that. Although some modded strats do look pretty cool....like Erics. Hey if Ben is reading this....what the hell is the attraction of metal players to telecasters. John 5, Jim Root. John's can't even be called a Tele anymore, and Jim's has two freaking EMG's in it. El Hefe.....actually he's kind of punk. But still. A tele? Get a metal guitar. I can't see a bolt on, alder single cut guitar being used for metal...thrash none the less. Harrumph. I guess you can use anything for metal now-a-days. Although Jim said his custom wasn't just for metal. Hmm... it has EMG's in it. Metal? mmm yes. Although...I'd kill for some EMG single coils, because they're amazing.

It sucks that attenuators cost 300$, cause I definitely want one at some point. I figure even if I get one of those bandmasters, or another old fender, or some other low watt amp, it'll still be too loud to crank safely. So why not get.....40 watts and an attenuator? Cause a cheap one costs 300. Blah! I do NEED to get one at some point. Or crawl back to solid state. NEVER!