Life is so insane sometimes and we wish it wouldn't be that way, but what would life be without all of the crazy shit we experience? If it was all just the perfect world that we would write in a book life would be so boring and uneventful. Picnics by the sea. Biking through the woods. When do any of us ge sick and come over unannounced dressed up like a doctor with a bown of soup yelling "We're going to have to take that leg of yours if you want to survive the night." When do we get to smash bottles against the walls of the back alley at work when we're getting rid of the old shit that happened that weekend and starting over with our "i'll be sure not to try that again" additude. Sometimes I just feel so alive its scary, but its the adrenaline rush we crave that makes us tolerate this short life that we have. Fuck a stranger, drink till you piss yourself, question theory, see how far you can get and enjoy the ride.

Alright, enough with this sappy crap.

I've been experimenting with my electric drumset finally after Brad (sister's boyfriend) fixed the wires and such (he's a boom and sound tech). The greatest thing is that my set is so cheap that the wires bend occasionally making these static-y beats when I hit a pad too often.
I might start doing vocals for this minimal synth band Triumph of the Ill. That is if I can ever get past this writers block i've been dealing with. Everytime I go to write something, when I'm really inspired, I get a couple of lines down and then POOF the words just vanish. I've been remembering to write lines down when I think of them, to someday put them all together and make something out ofthem, but we'll just have to wait, won't we?

Going to have some sister tea time now. And I dont mean with sugar and milk. Although that sounds good as well. ^.^