||[Jan. 5th, 2006|09:53 pm]
|||||The Dillinger Escape Plan - 43% Burnt||]|
So I thought I was going back to Vegas today, but it turns out my dumbass booked my flight for Friday. So tomorrow I'll be heading back. I'm less than excited to go back too. Not so much that I love it here, I mean it's not bad here, but I really don't want to go back to the everyday humdrum of life. Wake up, go to school, hang out for a few hours (or take the bus) until I go home. I usually take a nap, wake up and go to Casey's for a few hours. Then I come back, pick some tunes to put on before bed, read some, and then head off to bed and repeat. There is a some hope though, in that I've been talking to this chick pretty contantly as of late, and hopefully we can hang out. It'll be nice to get to know someone else and their friends and what not, as they're (from what I can tell) not into any of the shit I am, a welcome change of pace.
And speaking of people that are into what I am into, I'm gonna try to hang out with Sylvia and Brendan more. I swear I hung out with them more when they lived in Tennessee (no joke haha). They're into what I'm into, and I consider them some of my better friends, even if we don't talk as much. And Goolsby is in town allegedly, and I'm looking forward to hanging out with him hopefully. I spent a week or so with him and the ret of Blitzkid (along with Ck5) and it was great.
I have a storyboarding class this quarter, which sucks. Not so much because I don't want to learn something new (A rare thing at the school, but thats a whole 'nother can of beans), but because I hate to draw. I can't do it, and I don't want to learn, so fuck it. But as far as I know I have a few friends in the class, so hopefully they can give me a hand.
I also have 3d animation. Which is gay. Not because I don't want to learn it, but because I don't feel I should've passed 3d modeling. I don't feel qualified in the program whatsoever. Here I am 2 years after falling on my head, and the ghosts of concussion loom in the form of me not being able to remember how to do things for shit. Ghosts I'm afraid I will haunt me for the rest of my life it seems. Back to the subject at hand...I got a D in the modeling class, a grade I'd trade for an F. There's another credit that isn't going to transfer to Philadelphia.
I can't wait to join Deathstroke. It's always in my head. We're going to rule. Josh and I have too much heart and talent not rule.. I wish I could join now, but alas another half a year or so. It's worth the wait though. I just hope I can swing school, the band, and a job once I'm out there. But as far as I'm concerned, Deathstroke comes before anything else. It's like he said "Fuck art school dude, rock n roll is where its at". I just wish I hadn't had gone to Art School. The school is a joke and a fuckin scam. A scam I too willingly fell into. And now I'm that I'm over half way done, it'd be pointless to quit now.
Why didn't I go to music school? That's been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember. I used to make cardboard guitars and blast the Misfits and Ozzy and shit when I like 8 and shit. I guess the obvious was just too hard to find...