Life Without A Hangover

So I've figured out that drinking in bars or restaurants just is NOT worth the money. I spent $30 having 6 drinks over 3.5 hours at Galileo's last night, and ended up with a half-hour buzz at about the time my internal sleeping clock kicked in and said it was 2am, and time to sleep. That $30 could have been spent more wisely, even if I still just spent it on getting drunk.

And speaking of, my next liquor purchases (whenever the hell that'll be, it's bills time this month) are going to be buttershots and some bailey's, because I love me those buttery nipples.

Somehow, EVERY time Pixel jumps up onto the computer table, ONE of her paws manages to turn the printer on. It's amazing. I don't know where she got her aim -- the button is barely half an inch in diameter.

Today is "change the way things look" day. I'm going to redye my purple streak, attempt to Nad's my legs (the prospect of not having to shave every week, which I pretty much have to do to be a performing dancer, is incredibly tempting), and most of all, clean my damn apartment. I figure these activities will definitely keep me occupied until 6 when Jason gets home from work, at which time I will probably use his presence as an excuse to stop working and have some fun. Whee!

Mud is your best friend, worship mud.

So Gaea Spore is no more. I have this dream that Davy will get so miserable in Australia not making music that he'll come back and rejoin the band... but how likely is that. Of course, I also have a dream that I'll wake up with mad bass (and a few more instruments) playing 5k1llz and an incredibly free open schedule and Brendan and Chris and Thom will fall at my feet to join their band. Another thing that's just not gonna happen...

So, here's Maximilian's live journal, and here's Rachel's. Oh, and Lyle has decided to list me as a friend too. That's good, even though I don't know him very well. :)

So, it's time to begin working on changing appearances, I guess. 26 and 2 up ahead of me, and all of that.

Life Without A Hangover

So I've figured out that drinking in bars or restaurants just is NOT worth the money. I spent $30 having 6 drinks over 3.5 hours at Galileo's last night, and ended up with a half-hour buzz at about the time my internal sleeping clock kicked in and said it was 2am, and time to sleep. That $30 could have been spent more wisely, even if I still just spent it on getting drunk.

And speaking of, my next liquor purchases (whenever the hell that'll be, it's bills time this month) are going to be buttershots and some bailey's, because I love me those buttery nipples.

Somehow, EVERY time Pixel jumps up onto the computer table, ONE of her paws manages to turn the printer on. It's amazing. I don't know where she got her aim -- the button is barely half an inch in diameter.

Today is "change the way things look" day. I'm going to redye my purple streak, attempt to Nad's my legs (the prospect of not having to shave every week, which I pretty much have to do to be a performing dancer, is incredibly tempting), and most of all, clean my damn apartment. I figure these activities will definitely keep me occupied until 6 when Jason gets home from work, at which time I will probably use his presence as an excuse to stop working and have some fun. Whee!

Mud is your best friend, worship mud.

So Gaea Spore is no more. I have this dream that Davy will get so miserable in Australia not making music that he'll come back and rejoin the band... but how likely is that. Of course, I also have a dream that I'll wake up with mad bass (and a few more instruments) playing 5k1llz and an incredibly free open schedule and Brendan and Chris and Thom will fall at my feet to join their band. Another thing that's just not gonna happen...

So, here's Maximilian's live journal, and here's Rachel's. Oh, and Lyle has decided to list me as a friend too. That's good, even though I don't know him very well. :)

So, it's time to begin working on changing appearances, I guess. 26 and 2 up ahead of me, and all of that.

Leader of the Band

An only child, alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work, and his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music, denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music didn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band

My brothers' lives were different, for they heard another call
One went to Chicago, and the other to Saint Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well

I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And Papa, I don't think I said "I love you" near enough

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am the living legacy to the leader of the band


I miss my father. Hopefully the Air Force will let him come home soon. He's been living apart from the family for two years now -- which they told him would be six months.

In the silly part of my brain that wants to fantasize/plan this stuff now, I realized while listening to this song that it is what I want to dance with my father to at my wedding.

I'm going back to cleaning now, I've had my soul purge.

Leader of the Band

An only child, alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work, and his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music, denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music didn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band

My brothers' lives were different, for they heard another call
One went to Chicago, and the other to Saint Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well

I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And Papa, I don't think I said "I love you" near enough

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am the living legacy to the leader of the band


I miss my father. Hopefully the Air Force will let him come home soon. He's been living apart from the family for two years now -- which they told him would be six months.

In the silly part of my brain that wants to fantasize/plan this stuff now, I realized while listening to this song that it is what I want to dance with my father to at my wedding.

I'm going back to cleaning now, I've had my soul purge.