It's been a while.

I haven't updated in a while, as I have been really busy tying up the loose ends before my spring break. I developed a cool flash game and wrote a couple of reports about my nerd shit.

But alas, I am done. Eleven days to let loose on the world. Projects I am trying to develop include the first official Sodomizing Sara(h) CD currently titled "Excessive Brain Radiation", a documentary about curling and our nations passion for it, and this new breed of hip hop that combines off tempo beats with crappy keyboard sounds and show-tune/ranting.

Hopefully I can make some progress. I only work 2 days this week, so if you're up for some drinking, please call me.

Tuesday was for Fredo

I went to a Tears of Fire party on Tuesday evening in honor of Fredo's birthday. The birthday boy came out to play, drinking more than 3/4 of a 40 oz. bottle of Southern Comfort. I stayed classy by drinking a bottle of South African wine and chasing it with some Old Milwaukee.

The highlight of the night came when Fredo picked up his trusty old guitar, The Pan Oldstyle Hardbody, plugged it into his effects pedal and gave the most emotional noise-core guitar extravaganza I have ever seen. The show ended with the guitar being driven into the tile floor, sending pieces of wood in all directions. No one saw it coming, not even the man behind the axe, but it was agreed that we had witnessed the guitar being played in its purest form.

I went to another party on Friday

I got a call from a girl who used to work at the big Z inviting me to come over and have a few beers with some of the old gang and some of her work friends. Being the loner that I am, I decided I would go.

I was the baby of the room. Everyone else was at least 2 years older than me. They were talking about who was getting married and who was having the baby while we sipped on some Canadian brewed American beers.

It scared me.

If I am that fucking boring in 2 years somebody come slap me in the face. They were all so comfortable with their mediocre jobs that gave them weekends off. The only time the conversation showed life was when there was talk of Survivor. It was about time "that asian guy got kicked off".

So, as stated earlier, should I seem to be falling into this type of rut, slap me in the face and straighten me out.


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