sometimes, i struggle with thoughts that i'm not a super genious. but i usually am able to shake them off.
Hi, it's Dave and I just haxored Simon's blog.
Do I have any malaise set for Mr. Arsenaults blog? No, of course not. It's really just the principle of making you ill with fear of having your blog broken into.
Oh, and to show you the greatest superhero ever. I've watched this video 11 times in a row and I am addicted. Kikoman!
Later all, don't worry Sim, now that I've done it, it really won't happen again. I also took the liberty of updating my link on your links list, because wild world died a long time ago.
I had somewhat of an eventful weekend, which was pretty cool. Thursday i didn't do too much, i was supposed to see ashley, but she went on a pub crawl instead. It was her roommate's birthday, so they both went. I was at the well, and i saw some pretty damn good musicians. Good times. I bought a cd, and got it signed by the 4 members of the last band, one of the guys wrote "there's music everywhere. Listen." before signing his name. I was happy.
After playing music i went back to my room with Arlynne, who's a really cool girl, from australia. I played her a few songs, cause she noted that i'd never played for her before. She likes my new song more then Without You, which i thought was pretty nice. Even though i dont have words or completed music yet.
Friday, it seemed like very little was going to happen, and in many ways very little did happen, but i was consiterably drunker then the previous night, so i had a great time. I went to a house party, hung out with alot of people that i really didn't know very well. Ended up getting my hands on a guitar, and playing street spirit. I didn't play it with a whole lot of accuracy, do to the poisoning of myself. But a few people sang along, it worked out good. Later i was seen by carley hunched over a water fountain, "Hi Carley!" I exclaimed, "I'm wasted", "good for you", was the response. I tried to watch armaggeddon, but i couldn't really concentrate. Went to bed around 3.
Saturday, i had plans to go out with ashley. Which is one of the main reasons that i'd drank friday, cause i knew i wouldn't drink saturday. So i hung around for alot of saturday, didn't do too much. Called ashley after supper. No answer, i couldn't get a hold of her till around 8, and when i did, i found that she was sick, which i thought to be quite a shame. Upon finding this out, i went to the basketball game, where we broke our winning streak of 1 game, and fell to 1-6. I was at the game we'd won the night before. It was enjoyable. After the game, i figured since i was free for the evening that i might as well drink again, even though my alcohol supply was pretty short. But i hung out with the basketball team in the first floor lounge, and took my cd player out of my room so that we could pump up some jams. The music was rocking. I thought out breaking out some break dancing but i wisely chose not to. I got a drive downtown with some of the basketball guys, i met a cool guy named cory. I went to an ATM, and withdrew 40$, and while leaving the bank, cory asked if anyone left 40$ in the atm machine, that was me. It's funny cause it was right after i was talking to jeremy about how i didn't feel drunk. And i left my money in the machine. That would've sucked eh?
The rest of saturday wasn't hugely exciting, i danced with some people. Had a decent time.
Sunday, now there's the day that really came through for me. I was expecting a fairly dull day, a bit of a calmdown after doing stuff the past 4 nights. It was not to be.
Jeremy and Mike, two guys from Brandon Manitoba, had decided that they needed a real drinking day, they've been thinking it's terrible to start drinking at like 9:00, which is when most people start here. So on this sunday, they cracked open their first beers at 9:55AM, And started watching football. I was in there watching the game with them for a little while. They lost 180$ on pro-line. Which got them pretty excited. I first crawled out of bed (at about noon) upon hearing "fuck" very very loudly. At about 3:00 tim joined them. He had a half full 2-6 (quart for you eastern folks) of ameretto (i dont know if that's spelled right). And they were all pretty wasted by supper time. I had a couple drinks of the ameretto, and it is so good. At about 7:00 jeremy kept talking about going somewhere, but never did anything about it. Finally we decided we were going to the casino. oh betty. Mike and Tim went off to look for a drive, i was thinking i was still sober, and i could've driven if we were just able to borrow a car. But Richard came into the room when the guys were gone. He's got a car. I play hockey with him, he's one of my better friends.
Off to the casino, richard, myself, tim, mike and jeremy. hehe if i'd only known what lied ahead, i'd be slightly more excited, and i wouldn't have played roulette.
So yeah, before going to the casino, we went to a nearby bar for some drinks. Had a few pitchers of beer between us, played some pool. There was a live band playing. It was really quite a good time. We were there till about 10.
When we got to the casino, i decided to sit down at the little fake horse racing thing, i put in a ten dollar bill, bet on some horses. and then left without any money. It was a little disheartening. But i lived. Midway through my playing the horse game tim comes up to me, "Hey simon, i won a hundred and fifty dollars." wow, i was fairly blown away, i walked aaround for a bit, saw richard playing black jack, he was up about 40$, i was happy for him, i didn't see jeremy or mike. I was hoping for a spot to open up on the pai gow table, but it wouldn't, i was more then a little disapointed. I wasn't really feeling the blackjack, So i went to roulette. I got 40$ worth of chips, and lost 20 on the first spin, 20 on the second spin. My innitial plan was not to lose more the 60$, and i was down 50. I held off for a while, sat with rich while he played blackjack for a while. Was approached by tim, who said "hey simon, i've won $500" wtf. Richard went from up a 140, to down 10, and at about this point, after being dead for a while, i decided i'd go back to the bank, get another 20, that was it. I had such a feeling that the roulette was falling between 18 and 30. I just knew it, So i took my 20, and i scattered my chips around that area. 22. We've got a winner. I was looking at walking away, with about 50$ in hand, but that would make too much sense, so i just went up and down for a bit, till i was left with 30, and then i went risky, put all my money on the rows which spanned the numbers 4 to 12, i was confident, i was wrong. So i left. However, this time, since i'd gotten to play around a bit, i felt like it was worth my 70$. I was entertained.
I sat down at a black jack table where everyone was playing, Richard went back up 140, so he was happy, I didn't know what Tim was at, but i was told that he'd lost 150$ on back to back hands, But he seemed to be doing pretty well. He put 200 on a hand of black jack, dealer busted. he took his money, Jeremy was down alot, can't say how much, but i'd guess like 80. Mike was up, a bit. Hands of black jack kept coming for rich and jeremy and mike, and eventually tim put down another 200 hand, and won. It was intense. I thought we were leaving after that, but we stopped by the horse racing again for a bit, cause it's so cheap. Rich gave me 5 to work with, cause i was pretty broke, every once in a while tim let loose with some screams of joy, for hundreds of reasons. I was cleaning up on those little horses though, turned the 5 into 30 and walked. left with 30 in wallet, only down 40 on the night. me and rich counted tim's money, cause he was still hammered. He had $945. He'd walked in with 40. Rich had 215, walked in with 40. Fucking eh.
So eventually we leave. it's 10 minutes to 2 oclock, we're all freaking out in the car about all this money, tim is taking us out for drinks. we get to splashe's just before closing time, and ask them to give us 30 shots. Everybody, myself included, kinda knew the bartender. So he gave us 32, for $45. nice. So anyway, rich was driving, which left the 4 of us, to handle these shots. It took us about 40 seconds. I had 7. They were delightful. So yeah, bar being closed, we all ran out in the streets, laughing and jumping around, mike took off his shirt and was swinging it around. He was pretty fucked. I was happy as a clam, we decided we were going to go to rich's house, and get some alcohol, cause none of us had any in res. We drove like 20 minutes, all yelling out and being happy. We got some scotch, some beers, and then when rich went back for tylenol, he got some whisky, which i just took into the back seat. I smelled it, and it smelled brutal. Mike was having a rough time up front, when rich went inside mike had goneand lied down on rich's driveway. I was surprised i seemed to be doing better then everyone else, then i reminded myself i hadn'd been drinking since 5 to 10 that morning. But yeah, Tim wanted to take the tylenol, and to take it, he drank some of the whisky i had. i thought that was pretty sick. he ended up holding his shirt up and throwing up a little, into it. So he took his shirt off and tossed it in the back. we continued to drive, and tim elbows me, i look over at him, and his cheeks are all puffed out. for some reason he's decided to show me that he's full of vomit. i laugh at him, he grabs his shirt, balls it up, and throws up in it.
Most of the rest of the drive was full of degrading talk about women.
So we get back to res, mike goes to bed, cause he's feeling like shit, we go upstairs, and crack open some beers, and play some poker. Jeremy continued his losing, and was down about 25 to us last night, i won about 10, same with Rich, and tim won 5. Poor Jeremy. We ended up going to bed at about 5:30, and i woke up in time for my 4th class. (12:30 to 1:20) and i finished that class, ate some much needed food, and then came here.
Next weekend, i'm hanging with ash on friday, hopefully, and i'm going to vancouver saturday, for the beck concert. We've got a place to sleep, and word is that there's a poker game of about 8 people waiting for us. I wish that the amount of fun i have wasn't inversely proportional to my grades. Last 2 tests 7.5/20, 6.5/15 each worth 20% on the term in cs and stats. Love you guys, see ya later.
how silly is it that i'm nervous to see you guys again cause i'm afraid i havn't improved my guitaring and you'll all be unimpressed with me?
by the way, the correct answer is not, "i'm sure you've gotten better" cause that'll make me worry more, the correct answer is "very silly"
I started with dont look now. then played through time of your life on a greenday request. Then finally surcomed to the demands for crash into me, and played through about 2/3rds of that song. Then off another request played street spirit, and for the first time ever, i played through the whole thing, with barely any mistakes. If you know what street spirit is, then you'll know that's tough, it's fairly technical. I sang the whole deal too, i was the most pleased with the performance of that song. After that i dropped the d, and played some Ender Will Save Us All, which i thought went pretty well, but nobody was really listening. The audience actually seemed to lose interest at any point after street spirit. After Ender, i played buzzing, and then Without You, which i usually close with. The one guy that was listening loved without you. I was happy.
After my last post, i went outside and wrote a new riff, i was so proud of myself, because i was so inspired to do something, and i didn't stop till i had it down. I was temped to go back inside cause i was cold, but then i thought, no, i can do this. and then i did. score. go simon. sham on. echo.
I dont know if i think i'll ever come up with a riff that's as good as Without You. Which is sort of a shame. But when i think about it, and i have, dave matthews hasn't come up with a what would you say since lie in our graves with the possible exception of the stone. So i dont necessarily need better riffs to make better music.
Bottom line, howie day has never written what i would consiter to be a great riff. The chord progression in More You Understand, is of course, stellar material. But it is just chords. She Says, somehow manages to be the most catchy music of our generation even though it's so damn simple. The only musical riff that i consiter to be great would be buzzing, and that's just in his transition to chorus, the verse is just Em with hammers, and a C to a C7. The chorus transition has the same Em, but goes to a D and D7, and then into an Am, which, when played live, is slid up to a sort of Bm, finally closed off with a C and D, respectively. Howie day has been refered to, by Headline News, "If John Mayer, was a one man Radiohead". This is easily the best compliment ever. I want to be some sort of howie day, mr, mathews thom york sort of fellow. Where there's a will, there's a way, i'll keep telling myself that. I have so much will, it's scary.
Radiohead, Paraniod Andriod asside, doesn't seem to be making very complex music. The whole bends album (minus solos) is just chords or their arpeggios, other then the opening riff to black star. The opening riff to high and dry and the whole 'sulk' jam is just two note power chords played on the A and G strings. This is stuff i honestly believe i can write.
Mayer of course is in another fucking genre. he's sick, and he needs your help.
So yeah, bottom line, i'm going to play music, alot of it. And eventually people will pay to see me play. And they'll feel that it was worth it. I've never wanted to do something as much as i wanted to do this. And it feels so good to be inspired.
As a side note, i hope that chris is as inspired as i to do this stuff, cause i know he's got stronger vocals then i do, And his musical creativity and the way we feed off eachother will do nothing but help my efforts to play music (or contribute to music) that people want to hear. It's past quiet hours, so i'm going outside to play guitar.
Echo.
Sham On.
A. They named him Sum Ting Wong
btw this cd is fantastic.
Everybody knows
it hurts to grow up
but everybody does
it's so weird to be back here
let me tell you what
the years go on and
we're still fighting it
we're still fighting it
and you're so much like me
i'm sorry.
that's from still fighting it.
this is from the luckiest, my favorite love song right now.
it's the last half of first verse, and third verse, with the choruses, (chori?)
and where was i before the day
that i first saw your lovely face
now i see it everyday
and i know
that i am, i am
i am the luckiest
love you more then i have
ever found a way to say to you
next door
there's an old man
who lived into his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep
and his wife, she stayed
for a couple of days and passed away
i'm sorry. i know that's a
strange way to tell you that i know
we belong
that i know
that i am, i am
i am the luckiest.
And then one of the best two words one can say, and i'll try to bring it to common speech, Sham On
Ashley talked me into studying for a calculus test, which is something that i've rairly done, especially more then just the night before, the test is friday and i've already studied more then an hour. I'm not going to make a habit of it, but it'll be neat to see how i do this once. Unfortionately due to my studying, i'm probably going to miss out on doing a linear algebra assignment, and a computer science one too. I know it's a poor excuse, but meh. it beats "i didn't feel like it"
I want a new song, my inspiration is high, and i feel as though my creativity is doing well too, cause when i guitar with my fiddle, i mean fiddle with my guitar, i tend to make some nice sounds. I need to mix some words with some music, I've got some riffs, and i've got some things i want to write about, i'm just hoping the words hit me soon.
I think Ideoteque made me happy for the same reason basketball did, cause i needed to move, i had already gone to the gym, only to find it closed due to the holiday. and i had done nothing active sunday either. So yeah, this might be a nice revalation, activity, blood flowing, happy thoughts. i'll test this theory for the next few weeks. have a good one ladies and germs.
I'm not sure which one this will be.
That was a lie, i knew from the start that i was going to post this.
I have no idea what the hell i'm doing. This occasionaly makes me unhappy, however, more often then not it just doesn't occur to me that i dont know what i'm doing, and therefore, it has no chance of making me unhappy.
I'm happy to say that i've never seriously wished i was someone else.
I was talking to robin, and she was saying that her friends are coming to visit, i'll now quote her:
"i am soo excited, if i was a little puppy i wud've peed on the floor"
now, asside from the vomit worthy spelling of "wud've" the comment still made me happy.
I dont know how high of quality of friends i expected to meet out here was. That's my perfectly sentance i think ordered correctly words. But yeah, i'm having some cool friends i think, if i moved away today, back home, i dont think i'd keep in touch with any of them. But they still are people that i'm happy to see. I still think my wit might start to limpen. Which is a shame, i always thought i had some fairly stiff wit. I just have nowhere to use it.
The things that make me laugh here that other people do, is when they call someone wasted if they do something moronic, or people saying "dont worry about it". You can stop holding your sides now, i'll stop.
it gets me real pissed off and it makes me want to say
it gets me real pissed off and it makes me want to say
it gets me real pissed off and it makes me want to say
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
when i played guitar at the well, 5 songs, i was told by a guy, who gave me his card, that i could go record a song for a few hours in his studeo place, and that he'd burn the track to a cd. and give it to me, no charge. i thought that was cool of him. sure he was just drumming up business. but yeah, i'm happy.
I'm going to go now, but i hope you guys are having a good night. thanks for the email bro. i'll get back to ya.
So yeah, halloween.i bought some coconut rum, and pinapple juice. in order to try out pina coladas. I didn't like them all too much, i thought that the coconut rum was far better straight. But yeah, i was just hanging out with people and every once in a while i'd head back to my room and grab a drink. I ended up getting pretty pickled, which was nice.
Just before heading down to the well, me and nigel (he's dating jessica, who's my first and best friend i've made here) and tim, were headed down, and tim had to go back to get his id, and nigel said something about getting another drink, i told him he could just drink at my room, so we ran there, in order to not leave tim alone, and we just took turns taking gulps of my quart of gin. Then we ran back to meet tim, and we were both pretty ficked, good times.
So we made it back to the well, and i met up with carley, she was the first girl i "hooked up" with since being here, it was pretty cool. I've not told anyone from back home this yet, but her nickname since about the first week has been "jail bait". Anyway, for halloween, Carley was avril lavigne, i was happy. Cheryl, another friend of mine was christina aguilera from dirty, wearing a red and white striped bikini top, and chaps, and red underwear. wild.
Anyhoo, I was down there, dancing with a few girls i didn't know, one named ashley and one named lindsay. I found out later that ashley was a in her 5th year, she's a nursing student, a cute girl. I was happy to be with her. She was a witch, she said something about being mrs. somethingorother, and how she was my teacher, cause i was harry potter. fair enough. there were also a few inapropriate comments about things i could do with my authentic harry potter wand.
Anyway, as it turned out, we danced pretty close, and kissed and stuff, and she gave me her number, so that i could teach her guitar some time, i figured it was just an excuse to give me her number, but that worked for me.
It was around this time that she told me she was 29...
and it was about ........... this time that she told me she was kidding, and that she was 22, cool, i can deal with that, dice free.
All the guys i talked to said to wait 3 days to call, the girls said to wait 2. i waited 2. she came by, at like 8 yesterday, we basically talked and stuff for like 5 hours, it was pretty great. I was happy to see that she was just as cute when i was sober. She said my guitaring was a turn on, which was nice to hear, apparently i sound like matt good. hah, i had to chuckle at that.
One comical part of the conversation which i felt warranted repeating was when she said she was deathly alergic to latex. I was like "oh... that's not cool" then there was like a 10 second span of silence. and she said "there's ways around it y'know." i smoothly responded with "heh, right on."
So yeah, that's my events for the week, for the first time in what feels like a while, they're worth posting. ttyl
I claim this blog and in the name of my ancestors and my future generations.
Hi, it's Dave and I just haxored Simon's blog.
Do I have any malaise set for Mr. Arsenaults blog? No, of course not. It's really just the principle of making you ill with fear of having your blog broken into.
Oh, and to show you the greatest superhero ever. I've watched this video 11 times in a row and I am addicted. Kikoman!
Later all, don't worry Sim, now that I've done it, it really won't happen again. I also took the liberty of updating my link on your links list, because wild world died a long time ago.
24 days.
I had somewhat of an eventful weekend, which was pretty cool. Thursday i didn't do too much, i was supposed to see ashley, but she went on a pub crawl instead. It was her roommate's birthday, so they both went. I was at the well, and i saw some pretty damn good musicians. Good times. I bought a cd, and got it signed by the 4 members of the last band, one of the guys wrote "there's music everywhere. Listen." before signing his name. I was happy.
After playing music i went back to my room with Arlynne, who's a really cool girl, from australia. I played her a few songs, cause she noted that i'd never played for her before. She likes my new song more then Without You, which i thought was pretty nice. Even though i dont have words or completed music yet.
Friday, it seemed like very little was going to happen, and in many ways very little did happen, but i was consiterably drunker then the previous night, so i had a great time. I went to a house party, hung out with alot of people that i really didn't know very well. Ended up getting my hands on a guitar, and playing street spirit. I didn't play it with a whole lot of accuracy, do to the poisoning of myself. But a few people sang along, it worked out good. Later i was seen by carley hunched over a water fountain, "Hi Carley!" I exclaimed, "I'm wasted", "good for you", was the response. I tried to watch armaggeddon, but i couldn't really concentrate. Went to bed around 3.
Saturday, i had plans to go out with ashley. Which is one of the main reasons that i'd drank friday, cause i knew i wouldn't drink saturday. So i hung around for alot of saturday, didn't do too much. Called ashley after supper. No answer, i couldn't get a hold of her till around 8, and when i did, i found that she was sick, which i thought to be quite a shame. Upon finding this out, i went to the basketball game, where we broke our winning streak of 1 game, and fell to 1-6. I was at the game we'd won the night before. It was enjoyable. After the game, i figured since i was free for the evening that i might as well drink again, even though my alcohol supply was pretty short. But i hung out with the basketball team in the first floor lounge, and took my cd player out of my room so that we could pump up some jams. The music was rocking. I thought out breaking out some break dancing but i wisely chose not to. I got a drive downtown with some of the basketball guys, i met a cool guy named cory. I went to an ATM, and withdrew 40$, and while leaving the bank, cory asked if anyone left 40$ in the atm machine, that was me. It's funny cause it was right after i was talking to jeremy about how i didn't feel drunk. And i left my money in the machine. That would've sucked eh?
The rest of saturday wasn't hugely exciting, i danced with some people. Had a decent time.
Sunday, now there's the day that really came through for me. I was expecting a fairly dull day, a bit of a calmdown after doing stuff the past 4 nights. It was not to be.
Jeremy and Mike, two guys from Brandon Manitoba, had decided that they needed a real drinking day, they've been thinking it's terrible to start drinking at like 9:00, which is when most people start here. So on this sunday, they cracked open their first beers at 9:55AM, And started watching football. I was in there watching the game with them for a little while. They lost 180$ on pro-line. Which got them pretty excited. I first crawled out of bed (at about noon) upon hearing "fuck" very very loudly. At about 3:00 tim joined them. He had a half full 2-6 (quart for you eastern folks) of ameretto (i dont know if that's spelled right). And they were all pretty wasted by supper time. I had a couple drinks of the ameretto, and it is so good. At about 7:00 jeremy kept talking about going somewhere, but never did anything about it. Finally we decided we were going to the casino. oh betty. Mike and Tim went off to look for a drive, i was thinking i was still sober, and i could've driven if we were just able to borrow a car. But Richard came into the room when the guys were gone. He's got a car. I play hockey with him, he's one of my better friends.
Off to the casino, richard, myself, tim, mike and jeremy. hehe if i'd only known what lied ahead, i'd be slightly more excited, and i wouldn't have played roulette.
So yeah, before going to the casino, we went to a nearby bar for some drinks. Had a few pitchers of beer between us, played some pool. There was a live band playing. It was really quite a good time. We were there till about 10.
When we got to the casino, i decided to sit down at the little fake horse racing thing, i put in a ten dollar bill, bet on some horses. and then left without any money. It was a little disheartening. But i lived. Midway through my playing the horse game tim comes up to me, "Hey simon, i won a hundred and fifty dollars." wow, i was fairly blown away, i walked aaround for a bit, saw richard playing black jack, he was up about 40$, i was happy for him, i didn't see jeremy or mike. I was hoping for a spot to open up on the pai gow table, but it wouldn't, i was more then a little disapointed. I wasn't really feeling the blackjack, So i went to roulette. I got 40$ worth of chips, and lost 20 on the first spin, 20 on the second spin. My innitial plan was not to lose more the 60$, and i was down 50. I held off for a while, sat with rich while he played blackjack for a while. Was approached by tim, who said "hey simon, i've won $500" wtf. Richard went from up a 140, to down 10, and at about this point, after being dead for a while, i decided i'd go back to the bank, get another 20, that was it. I had such a feeling that the roulette was falling between 18 and 30. I just knew it, So i took my 20, and i scattered my chips around that area. 22. We've got a winner. I was looking at walking away, with about 50$ in hand, but that would make too much sense, so i just went up and down for a bit, till i was left with 30, and then i went risky, put all my money on the rows which spanned the numbers 4 to 12, i was confident, i was wrong. So i left. However, this time, since i'd gotten to play around a bit, i felt like it was worth my 70$. I was entertained.
I sat down at a black jack table where everyone was playing, Richard went back up 140, so he was happy, I didn't know what Tim was at, but i was told that he'd lost 150$ on back to back hands, But he seemed to be doing pretty well. He put 200 on a hand of black jack, dealer busted. he took his money, Jeremy was down alot, can't say how much, but i'd guess like 80. Mike was up, a bit. Hands of black jack kept coming for rich and jeremy and mike, and eventually tim put down another 200 hand, and won. It was intense. I thought we were leaving after that, but we stopped by the horse racing again for a bit, cause it's so cheap. Rich gave me 5 to work with, cause i was pretty broke, every once in a while tim let loose with some screams of joy, for hundreds of reasons. I was cleaning up on those little horses though, turned the 5 into 30 and walked. left with 30 in wallet, only down 40 on the night. me and rich counted tim's money, cause he was still hammered. He had $945. He'd walked in with 40. Rich had 215, walked in with 40. Fucking eh.
So eventually we leave. it's 10 minutes to 2 oclock, we're all freaking out in the car about all this money, tim is taking us out for drinks. we get to splashe's just before closing time, and ask them to give us 30 shots. Everybody, myself included, kinda knew the bartender. So he gave us 32, for $45. nice. So anyway, rich was driving, which left the 4 of us, to handle these shots. It took us about 40 seconds. I had 7. They were delightful. So yeah, bar being closed, we all ran out in the streets, laughing and jumping around, mike took off his shirt and was swinging it around. He was pretty fucked. I was happy as a clam, we decided we were going to go to rich's house, and get some alcohol, cause none of us had any in res. We drove like 20 minutes, all yelling out and being happy. We got some scotch, some beers, and then when rich went back for tylenol, he got some whisky, which i just took into the back seat. I smelled it, and it smelled brutal. Mike was having a rough time up front, when rich went inside mike had goneand lied down on rich's driveway. I was surprised i seemed to be doing better then everyone else, then i reminded myself i hadn'd been drinking since 5 to 10 that morning. But yeah, Tim wanted to take the tylenol, and to take it, he drank some of the whisky i had. i thought that was pretty sick. he ended up holding his shirt up and throwing up a little, into it. So he took his shirt off and tossed it in the back. we continued to drive, and tim elbows me, i look over at him, and his cheeks are all puffed out. for some reason he's decided to show me that he's full of vomit. i laugh at him, he grabs his shirt, balls it up, and throws up in it.
Most of the rest of the drive was full of degrading talk about women.
So we get back to res, mike goes to bed, cause he's feeling like shit, we go upstairs, and crack open some beers, and play some poker. Jeremy continued his losing, and was down about 25 to us last night, i won about 10, same with Rich, and tim won 5. Poor Jeremy. We ended up going to bed at about 5:30, and i woke up in time for my 4th class. (12:30 to 1:20) and i finished that class, ate some much needed food, and then came here.
Next weekend, i'm hanging with ash on friday, hopefully, and i'm going to vancouver saturday, for the beck concert. We've got a place to sleep, and word is that there's a poker game of about 8 people waiting for us. I wish that the amount of fun i have wasn't inversely proportional to my grades. Last 2 tests 7.5/20, 6.5/15 each worth 20% on the term in cs and stats. Love you guys, see ya later.
27 days.
how silly is it that i'm nervous to see you guys again cause i'm afraid i havn't improved my guitaring and you'll all be unimpressed with me?
by the way, the correct answer is not, "i'm sure you've gotten better" cause that'll make me worry more, the correct answer is "very silly"
I just stayed up all night and played poker with some friends, it was a good time. I like poker, i believe it will become a wednesday activity. Or at least i hope so. In other news, i'm going to stay awake all day, unlike the other 2 guys who are packing it in now. That's all the news for now, i know it's weak. have a good one.
I played some songs in first floor lounge today, in sort of a coffeehouse like atmosphere. There was free coffee and hot chocolate, and was refered to as a coffeehouse.
I started with dont look now. then played through time of your life on a greenday request. Then finally surcomed to the demands for crash into me, and played through about 2/3rds of that song. Then off another request played street spirit, and for the first time ever, i played through the whole thing, with barely any mistakes. If you know what street spirit is, then you'll know that's tough, it's fairly technical. I sang the whole deal too, i was the most pleased with the performance of that song. After that i dropped the d, and played some Ender Will Save Us All, which i thought went pretty well, but nobody was really listening. The audience actually seemed to lose interest at any point after street spirit. After Ender, i played buzzing, and then Without You, which i usually close with. The one guy that was listening loved without you. I was happy.
After my last post, i went outside and wrote a new riff, i was so proud of myself, because i was so inspired to do something, and i didn't stop till i had it down. I was temped to go back inside cause i was cold, but then i thought, no, i can do this. and then i did. score. go simon. sham on. echo.
I want to have 2 more songs by the time i go home, 2 songs, 1 month. Where there's a will there's a way.
I dont know if i think i'll ever come up with a riff that's as good as Without You. Which is sort of a shame. But when i think about it, and i have, dave matthews hasn't come up with a what would you say since lie in our graves with the possible exception of the stone. So i dont necessarily need better riffs to make better music.
Bottom line, howie day has never written what i would consiter to be a great riff. The chord progression in More You Understand, is of course, stellar material. But it is just chords. She Says, somehow manages to be the most catchy music of our generation even though it's so damn simple. The only musical riff that i consiter to be great would be buzzing, and that's just in his transition to chorus, the verse is just Em with hammers, and a C to a C7. The chorus transition has the same Em, but goes to a D and D7, and then into an Am, which, when played live, is slid up to a sort of Bm, finally closed off with a C and D, respectively. Howie day has been refered to, by Headline News, "If John Mayer, was a one man Radiohead". This is easily the best compliment ever. I want to be some sort of howie day, mr, mathews thom york sort of fellow. Where there's a will, there's a way, i'll keep telling myself that. I have so much will, it's scary.
Radiohead, Paraniod Andriod asside, doesn't seem to be making very complex music. The whole bends album (minus solos) is just chords or their arpeggios, other then the opening riff to black star. The opening riff to high and dry and the whole 'sulk' jam is just two note power chords played on the A and G strings. This is stuff i honestly believe i can write.
Mayer of course is in another fucking genre. he's sick, and he needs your help.
So yeah, bottom line, i'm going to play music, alot of it. And eventually people will pay to see me play. And they'll feel that it was worth it. I've never wanted to do something as much as i wanted to do this. And it feels so good to be inspired.
As a side note, i hope that chris is as inspired as i to do this stuff, cause i know he's got stronger vocals then i do, And his musical creativity and the way we feed off eachother will do nothing but help my efforts to play music (or contribute to music) that people want to hear. It's past quiet hours, so i'm going outside to play guitar.
Echo.
Sham On.
Q. Did you hear about the chinese couple that had the mentally challenged baby?
A. They named him Sum Ting Wong
So as i stand here, listening to dave matthews band, guitar over my shoulder, drinking water which was left over from last night that i drank in order to have less of hangover, i look into the mirror, and i see a safety pin stamped on the bottom of my mug, and i think, "y'know, i've got a pretty damn good life."
so yeah, me and chris decided to call ourselves echo, and in celebration i believe i've finished the words to my 5th song, i might want to toss in a bridge, but we'll see. I think just an extended chorus will do. So i guess i haven't really finished it, but yeah, it's got some things said in the song that i dont want to post here, so if you'd like to know the words let me know. and i'll write you. You should know my email address, if you dont, then it's simonthelikeable@hotmail.com
the idea just crossed my mind that i could go to ottawa next year, i know people, and it's supposed to be a nice city. The only thing important to me is that i have a good time where i go. I think that's a good priority. Any thoughts?
who would think a music based conversation with chris robison instead of doing a linear algebra assignment would put me in such a fantastic mood?
and since you liked the last one so much, (both of you) here's some more to chew on.
btw this cd is fantastic.
Everybody knows
it hurts to grow up
but everybody does
it's so weird to be back here
let me tell you what
the years go on and
we're still fighting it
we're still fighting it
and you're so much like me
i'm sorry.
that's from still fighting it.
this is from the luckiest, my favorite love song right now.
it's the last half of first verse, and third verse, with the choruses, (chori?)
and where was i before the day
that i first saw your lovely face
now i see it everyday
and i know
that i am, i am
i am the luckiest
love you more then i have
ever found a way to say to you
next door
there's an old man
who lived into his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep
and his wife, she stayed
for a couple of days and passed away
i'm sorry. i know that's a
strange way to tell you that i know
we belong
that i know
that i am, i am
i am the luckiest.
And then one of the best two words one can say, and i'll try to bring it to common speech, Sham On
I played basketball in the rain, first time since i came here. It made me happy. and hungry. I can't do anything about the latter. Today, i wasn't happy, and i listened to Kid A, and became happy, i was impressed. I'll be sure to keep that in mind for other days, Ideoteque.
Ashley talked me into studying for a calculus test, which is something that i've rairly done, especially more then just the night before, the test is friday and i've already studied more then an hour. I'm not going to make a habit of it, but it'll be neat to see how i do this once. Unfortionately due to my studying, i'm probably going to miss out on doing a linear algebra assignment, and a computer science one too. I know it's a poor excuse, but meh. it beats "i didn't feel like it"
I want a new song, my inspiration is high, and i feel as though my creativity is doing well too, cause when i guitar with my fiddle, i mean fiddle with my guitar, i tend to make some nice sounds. I need to mix some words with some music, I've got some riffs, and i've got some things i want to write about, i'm just hoping the words hit me soon.
I think Ideoteque made me happy for the same reason basketball did, cause i needed to move, i had already gone to the gym, only to find it closed due to the holiday. and i had done nothing active sunday either. So yeah, this might be a nice revalation, activity, blood flowing, happy thoughts. i'll test this theory for the next few weeks. have a good one ladies and germs.
Sometimes when i start blogging without knowing what i'm going to say, i end up saying some pretty neat things. Other times i write a few lines and then delete it, and go away.
I'm not sure which one this will be.
That was a lie, i knew from the start that i was going to post this.
I have no idea what the hell i'm doing. This occasionaly makes me unhappy, however, more often then not it just doesn't occur to me that i dont know what i'm doing, and therefore, it has no chance of making me unhappy.
I'm happy to say that i've never seriously wished i was someone else.
I was talking to robin, and she was saying that her friends are coming to visit, i'll now quote her:
"i am soo excited, if i was a little puppy i wud've peed on the floor"
now, asside from the vomit worthy spelling of "wud've" the comment still made me happy.
I dont know how high of quality of friends i expected to meet out here was. That's my perfectly sentance i think ordered correctly words. But yeah, i'm having some cool friends i think, if i moved away today, back home, i dont think i'd keep in touch with any of them. But they still are people that i'm happy to see. I still think my wit might start to limpen. Which is a shame, i always thought i had some fairly stiff wit. I just have nowhere to use it.
The things that make me laugh here that other people do, is when they call someone wasted if they do something moronic, or people saying "dont worry about it". You can stop holding your sides now, i'll stop.
it gets me real pissed off and it makes me want to say
it gets me real pissed off and it makes me want to say
it gets me real pissed off and it makes me want to say
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
when i played guitar at the well, 5 songs, i was told by a guy, who gave me his card, that i could go record a song for a few hours in his studeo place, and that he'd burn the track to a cd. and give it to me, no charge. i thought that was cool of him. sure he was just drumming up business. but yeah, i'm happy.
I'm going to go now, but i hope you guys are having a good night. thanks for the email bro. i'll get back to ya.
oh yeah, i'm going to be home for longer then expected. From the 18th, to the 10th of jan, my second semester doesn't start up till the 6th, so i'll come back a week later. It saved me money on my plane ticket, so one might say i can't afford to leave you guys. one might also think that's clever. only one. sigh...
I just talked to someone about places i've been. I say this summer, regardless of where our final destination is, we've gotta go back to Albany, NY. And walk around from like midnight till 2. I can confidently say that was one of the best nights of my life.
The ladies liked the harry potter.
So yeah, halloween.i bought some coconut rum, and pinapple juice. in order to try out pina coladas. I didn't like them all too much, i thought that the coconut rum was far better straight. But yeah, i was just hanging out with people and every once in a while i'd head back to my room and grab a drink. I ended up getting pretty pickled, which was nice.
Just before heading down to the well, me and nigel (he's dating jessica, who's my first and best friend i've made here) and tim, were headed down, and tim had to go back to get his id, and nigel said something about getting another drink, i told him he could just drink at my room, so we ran there, in order to not leave tim alone, and we just took turns taking gulps of my quart of gin. Then we ran back to meet tim, and we were both pretty ficked, good times.
So we made it back to the well, and i met up with carley, she was the first girl i "hooked up" with since being here, it was pretty cool. I've not told anyone from back home this yet, but her nickname since about the first week has been "jail bait". Anyway, for halloween, Carley was avril lavigne, i was happy. Cheryl, another friend of mine was christina aguilera from dirty, wearing a red and white striped bikini top, and chaps, and red underwear. wild.
Anyhoo, I was down there, dancing with a few girls i didn't know, one named ashley and one named lindsay. I found out later that ashley was a in her 5th year, she's a nursing student, a cute girl. I was happy to be with her. She was a witch, she said something about being mrs. somethingorother, and how she was my teacher, cause i was harry potter. fair enough. there were also a few inapropriate comments about things i could do with my authentic harry potter wand.
Anyway, as it turned out, we danced pretty close, and kissed and stuff, and she gave me her number, so that i could teach her guitar some time, i figured it was just an excuse to give me her number, but that worked for me.
It was around this time that she told me she was 29...
and it was about ........... this time that she told me she was kidding, and that she was 22, cool, i can deal with that, dice free.
All the guys i talked to said to wait 3 days to call, the girls said to wait 2. i waited 2. she came by, at like 8 yesterday, we basically talked and stuff for like 5 hours, it was pretty great. I was happy to see that she was just as cute when i was sober. She said my guitaring was a turn on, which was nice to hear, apparently i sound like matt good. hah, i had to chuckle at that.
One comical part of the conversation which i felt warranted repeating was when she said she was deathly alergic to latex. I was like "oh... that's not cool" then there was like a 10 second span of silence. and she said "there's ways around it y'know." i smoothly responded with "heh, right on."
So yeah, that's my events for the week, for the first time in what feels like a while, they're worth posting. ttyl