•I have attention deficit disorder. Technically, I have a learning disability. This means you can validly call me "retarded."
•I still love watching cartoons (even the silly childish ones). I don't think many of them are funny, however I do find almost all cartoons entertaining.
•Chances are I am currently impossible for you to get in touch with.
•I get incredibly defensive way too easily.
•I have a tendency to take things fairly personally, and hide said fact from anyone who I think might pick up on it.
•I enjoy taking baths in water hot enough to cook in. If I were a noodle, I'd be mac & cheese noodle, and I would be dead.
•I write at least the beginning to a new song every day (or at least I attempt to). The songs very rarely do not suck.
•If I have met you, I do a really lame impression of you (and probably quite often).
•I typically go to bed at 4am. However, "go to bed" does not mean "fall asleep."
•When I am finally asleep, I am next to fucking impossible to wake up.
•If all types of actions taken to wake me up fail (alarm, mace, atomic blasts, etc.), just leave me be. Left alone to wake up whenever my mind decides, I will sleep clean through a day until roughly 6pm. It is the closest thing to a RESET button I have ever found.
•I am always late everywhere I go. This really pisses people off, but it honestly has nothing to do with lack of disrespect (although it is disrespectful as hell). I simply cannot help it. Make me think that I'm supposed to get somewhere 30 minutes earlier than I actually am and I will still manage to show up more than 30 minutes late. It's like I am forever and constantly running 10 minutes late.
•I flunked out of college after only being enrolled for two semesters.
•I often get hopelessly lost in my thoughts. I can easily kill hours at a time by staring blankly at an imaginary point 15 or so inches in front of me.
•I eat every meal one item at a time and save most of my drink for last. For example, my procedure of attacking combo meals from fast-food joints is as follows; all of my fries, sip of my soda, all of my burger, then the remainder of my soda. I honestly cannot eat two things in one bite. I'll lose my shit.
Music
listening:
From Aphex Twin to Squarepusher to Sound Tribe Sector 9 to Roni Size to Talib Kweli to MF Doom to Madlib to Miles Davis to Alice in Chains (heroin was the segue between those two) to Failure to Tool to Isis to Lamb of God to Pantera to Mr. Bungle (somehow) to Look What I Did to Billy Talent to Strung Out to Stabbing Westward to Nine Inch Nails to Radiohead to... god knows what else. Alternative, hardcore, metal, grunge, jazz, hip hop, trip hop, trance, indie, swing, industrial, idm... a metric ass-load of music essentially.
creating:
I eat/sleep/breathe/live music, and I will drag you into a conversation with myself about music at some point or another. At first you'll think you're right there with me, and then shortly neither one of us will have a clue what I am talking about. I play some instruments and sing and write and such, but don't get the impression that I am good at any of it. I am in a band (Once a Thief) and I have a few personal projects I'm juggling/fucking-up.
I CAN'T SAY that I know your motivation for directing the internet browser of your liking to my MySpace profile, but I can safely assume that you hate me, love me, or don't know me and are either trying to catch up with my whereabouts, conspiring against me, or have no clue what it is that you're doing. Or maybe you're just hiding from porno pop up ads for a minute. In any case, hello there; from here.
Why exactly you are still reading remains a complete mystery to me, but most surfers of the internet tend to have this odd conviction that one can define himself (or herself) through a social profile. I happen to have relatively poor self esteem and tend to lock up when talking about myself, so it looks like you might have to actually start a conversation with me in order to get to know me (but don't expect me to be all unique and prophetic or anything; I'll bore to tears). I can almost picture you reading this and hoping to get a glimpse of just who the fuck I am (and in my head, you're super hammered), and I almost feel bad for you. I am writing this about myself so why should you believe any of it? It's not like someone else is putting their name on this, giving you their word. It's just me and you, and if you have read this far you may as well consider yourself a friend. Somehow I guess it's necessary to share something or several somethings with you, so I'm going to attempt to do that now.
People seem to either inform me I am being too nice or that I should stop being such an asshole... Take what you want from that useless factoid. I also tend to annoy people with how frequently I bring up something music-related in any conversation. (Your grandmother died? What kind of music was played at the funeral? Oh really, wow, what kind of P.A. system was used? Oh man, I bet that sounded great through those monitors!)
Okay, so it isn't quite as bad as that, but it's damn close. I have really bizarre sleeping habits (I typically fall asleep around 7 in the morning and wake up around 1 in the afternoon), I am often a messy person, I still like cartoons, and I am absolutely obsessed with music. I was recently in a band, but Once a Thief is no more. I'm pleased to announce that I have a brand new project underway that you'll never care to hear about, and so far it's just me, a mic, and an acoustic guitar. Being in a band (specifically said previous band) is like having 4 girlfriends that are all seeing each other on the side. It sounds insanely cool and even seems it at first, but when you get down to it differences cause clashes, and drummers are typically dicks. I should also inform you that I play drums, somewhat, but I'm no drummer (interesting note; still a dick). I fool around with the piano too, but my main instruments are guitars, singing, sequencers, and your mom. Should I bring back snap bracelets with my use of the prehistoric "your mom" line? Shit, I'm getting old.
I don't eat regularly, and I don't eat healthily. I eat whatever I crave, whenever I crave it. 4:00 AM cravings for Chic-Fil-A don't usually get fulfilled, unless I feel like getting busted for breaking and entering. Also, I do not have a weak stomach, so watching a surgery on tv while I eat wouldn't affect me gorging during it. Although I have to admit, televised surgery isn't exactly what I ever want to be watching while I eat.
There. Now you know enough to hate my guts. Please proceed with your next move in this game of Life (not the one where you are a piece of a blue or pink hairbrush).
MWAHAHA!
Who I'd like to meet:
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THIS MONKEY IS A MILLION TIMES COOLER THAN THE BOTH OF US AND YOU KNOW IT.
So I start work tomorrow. This whole first week is training. Luckily I don't have to be there until 11 mon/wed. and then its on like donkey kong thurs fri sat at 645 am. I feel that I might turn into a caffeine addict in the very near future.
That pig is amazing, why would you be creeped out!
I shall also give you this award. I found you screening through friends lists because I recently deleted my myspace and then, discovered how much I missed it.
Well I'm glad that you not having your phone didn't hinder me from stalking your ass the other night. It was wonderful to see you. Its been way to long. Lunch soon?
Going pretty good! Ems doing great!! Talking all the freakin time now. Last night she said in her own words " i'on talk webi?" translation I wanna talk to Levi lol. I hate that you didn't get to see her too, but maybe we can all plan a trip to my dads sometime soon or something. Haha yea they were pretty squinty, but hell who am I to criticize ;)
While I understand the dissapointment you feel(No Two of Hearts by Stacey Q, what the fuck!)I am afraid there may be a couple things hindering this. 1. I would probably eat the cheese in the bathroom shamefully once it arrived at said destination and the only evidence of your act would be my lactose vomit in the hall. 2. I have somewhat expanded powers from the last time you talked to me and could see what I could do, but I am out of town. 3. I have no idea what the address is, I just drive there. You might have luck with a address at the website, but be warned; Rockoutwithyourcockout 300 is not easily persuaded with the kind of cheese you can eat.
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