Das influ.

So, after my hundredth post, I kind of just fell off the grid for a while. The truth is, I was just so involved in everything and nothing at the same time, so I just couldn't be bothered. Not that it's a bad thing, I just felt that I didn't have much to say at the time, because I started to feel as if I were saying the same things, just worded differently.
After a 13 hour trip to Greece, I proceeded to party hard that night, with me being awake for 40 hours. Not a smart thing to do, but it was fun. Next day, I was sort of sick, but not that much. By Monday night, after a couple beers, I was feeling really under the weather. Monday night, I thought I was running a wee fever, but I didn;t give it much though. Next morning, I woke up feeling feverish again, so I told my parents. Naturally, they freaked out because they thought that I had contracted the swine flu, which is totally acceptable since I did fly in from the states. And off to the hospital I go, where I was quarantined for almost 10 hours, waiting for a) the blood tests to come back, and b) me to show signs of a fever. I got the results, didn't get the fever. I was clean, ladies and gentelmen, clean as a thistle.
After that, I started easing back in to the Greek way of life, with uber smoking, drinking, and clubbing. Not to mention working, since I've been doing a shit load of that.
I tried skateboarding today, but something was wrong with my big toe, and I could only push around for 5 minutes or so. After that, it got too painfull. Thankfully, I'm going to a physical therapist tomorrow, and see if he can't straighten out some of my kinks.
Also, I've sort of fallen behind my songwriting, and I don't like it, not one bit.
You know, cause I used to pump out a song a day.

The wait is over!

So I think that I should start typing this thing up, before it gets too late and I'm all like: "meh, I mean, I can not write for a day. right?". So anyways, not a whole lot has been happening. Actually, that is a blatant lie, and I'm going to use this sentence to remind myself of what a liar I am. So yeah, I started recording songs again, even though I said to myself that I'd take a break, and start recording/writing again next fall. niiiiice, you're gonna be a reeeal success if you take 3 month breaks between writing. Shaddup. As far as recording goes, I got extremely fed up with my laptops microphone, so I just started recording with my mp3 player. The thing is like 3 years old, and the microphone is better than my year old laptop. Fucking ridiculous if you ask me. But yeah, the new microphone, combined with my amp, equals almost professional sounding, uhh, sound. The thing that the microphone does not help, is my voice. I need some serious work with my voice.
Another juicy bit of news is that I gauged my ear! Yeah, it was something I always wanted to do. In fact, if I remember correctly, that was the reason for getting a peircing in the first place. But then, I found out that it takes time to stretch it, so natuarally, I just went: "meh". The funny thing is that a year or so ago, I bought a new earring with a slightly thicker bar than usual, so I just put it in and forgot about it. Untill three days ago, that is. So, I went and bought the next size bar, but in the form of a screw-on flesh tunnel. After minimal effort, it practically glided in my ear. The next day however, I realized that I wanted it just a liiiitle bit bigger, so I went out and bought the next size. Thinking that the transition from a 14 to a 12 was relatively easy, and pain free, I naturally assumed that the same would apply to the transition from a 12 to a 10. Oh boy was I wrong.
Turns out, it's not the same, and I went through a wee bit of agony, untill I coated the bar with vaseling, and just took a deep breath, and pushed. didn't know that you were pregnant. Shaddup you. Well, it took more than just one deep breath. However! I did manage to break on through to the other side. i don't care if you do write songs, a Jim Morrisson you are not. After that, my ear was just throbbing so much, and it hurt when I touched it, but everntually it got better. I still haven't really toyed with it, but here's to hoping.
Also! I'm going to be flying over to the "old country" in a few days, and I couldn't be happier!
The cool part is that I'm probably going to be meeting this girl I've known for the past three years over the interet, in person! I'm kind of weirded out by it it, and the fact that I used to have a net crush on her doesn't help much, but I'm just so fucking psyched that we're actually gonna meet!
On the skateboarding frontier, I've been doing quite a bit of it this past week, since there's nothing better to do here in the 'burbs. The only frustrating thing is that a) I got injured again, and b) I sort of forgot how to kickflip, again. Ah well, it doesn't matter. I was thinking abut giving it a couple of days rest anyhow. The plus part is that I get to take pills again!
You know, cause pulling a groin muscle ain't no joke.

Three cheers for allergies! (Not!)

Every day, the suburbs make me just a little bit more crazy. I don't know why, but I think it's the lack of things to do. Anyway, I've been watching the "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" for the past hour and a half, and I realize that it's one of the most inspirational movies I've ever seen. I really can't go into specific detail right now because I'm one too many beers deep. However, even though I haven't been recording that much lately, I have been writing. It;s not complete songs, just snippets of lyrics, a couple verses here and there. I'm just not motivated enough to sing and record, while my sinuses flare up like a mother fucker. Well, I don't want to linger that much, I've still got a movie to watch. Hopefully, the night will end with a cigarette.
You know, cause the ones that don't, usually suck.

The good times are tempting me.

So I've been doing all sorts of things these past few days. Haven't done much songwriting, but I've been living. I don't exactly know how to put it though. I've just been doing things I feel I should be doing as a person in college. I'm still wondering about what to do with my girlfriend. I mean, I don't imagine myself with anyone else, but imagining the time ahead of with us, with us the way we are now, makes me not want to do it. I get the long run, it's just too far in the future for me.
I just want to get the semester over with, so that I can start off my summer. Also, I'm excited for next year, because I'll be in a very distracting atmosphere. That's a good enough test for me, in order to see if I can be a good student, and ignore the distractions. Well, the ones that I can't afford to be distracted by anyway.

You know, cause having some fun here and there, is not so bad.

P.S I love music.

My friends.

Another night has come to an end, and I feel as random as ever. All the things are happening at the drop of the hat, and I don't think I like it. I mean, I used to be a spontaneous person, but I think that being in college has changed that. I like being in my room doing nothing, even if I say otherwise. However, I wouldn't be doing much anyways in my room, at least not at this point in my life, so I guess doing other things is better than nothing. I am losing precious writing, and recording, time though.
I forgot how good it feels to have friends, to have someone to talk to about your problems. Even if you're not that close, it still beats having all of the things that trouble you locked away in some part of your psyche, having it eat at you.
You know, cause it just sucks.

I wonder...

First off, I'd like to apologize for not posting yesterday. And now, I realize how no one really reads this shit but me. you finally got it right for once. Shut it. Anyhow, have you ever gotten that feeling that you're meant to be something? Something more than just what you are at this moment? I don't know, I have that vision for myself. I don't think it's vanity, I just think that that's how it might possibly be. This might also be a giant mistake because someday, I'll realize how wrong I was, and fall into a depression. I always was, and always will be, and optimist though. No matter what, I still have these self inflicted images of grandeur. Whatever. I can't wait to get a band started, make things happen, get the wheel turning. Because no matter how much you wish, nothing's going to happen, unless you make it happen. Man, I'm still confused though, as much as I was a couple days ago. It's only because I'm unsure of everything. No, scratch that, I'm impatient is what it is. Impatient for the things to come. Doesn't really matter what's going to happen; all the matters is that something happens. I just dislike the present. Yeah, that's an accurate way of putting it, I suppose.
You know, cause it hits the point.

Back, from outer space.

Well, it's been a couple of days since my last post, so I'll begin with what's on my mind. For one, the issue of my girlfriend and I arises, once more, and I'm as confused as ever. I really can't put my thoughts into words at the moment, so I'm just going to move on. I have recorded eight songs! I feel so good about myself actually, although I do dislike my singing. The guitar parts are ok, it's just that I'm not a melodically adept person. Hopefully, that will change in time.
I have so much do to this week. Start studying for my philosophy final, make my schedule for next semester, call the Greek consulate in Chicago for some paperwork, and continue to write songs.
Hopefully 'll amass enough material to make an "album". Hah, I never thought I'd say that. I think that's going to be enough for now because I think I should get going to to bed.
You know, cause my schedule has been thrown way off.

Nonsense.

And here it is, I stopped caring about how many posts I've hit. It was bound to happen, so no hard feelings. I feel confused for some odd and vague reason, no idea why. I do know that somethings won't change, and that is almost always the point. I'm at my aunts house right now, going to spend the next three days here. It's pretty nice because we'll be celebrating Easter, the Greek way.
Got back on my skateboard after my latest injury, and it feels great, as always. My parents keep heckling me to stop, and act my age but we all know that is not going to happen any time soon.
I need to sit down and study tomorrow, I've been putting it off for too long because it's been a great deal of time since I've had a decent vacation, and a continuous year and a half of school is starting to get to me. The good weather isn't really helping either, hehe. Jotted down a couple of lyrics today, and I think I even wrote a whole song earlier this afternoon. I don't think it was a very good song since it was born out of necessity, rather than from inspiration. Ah well, whatever. As long as I keep practicing, it's all good. I have some things to attend to tomorrow, so I think I'm going to be heading off to bed after this post, as I almost always do. Here's to good dreams.
You know, cause dreams are what make sleep so good.

Hmm, what should I write next...?

I think I might have gotten some writers block, because I don't feel inspired, and when I do sit down and try to write, bullshit comes out. Also, the feeling of doing nothing has come back, stronger than ever, and it makes me feel like shit. I met even more people today, and I think I might have made some new friends, which is really cool. The thing I think is the best, is that most of them lurk on 4chan, something not common with the people I've met so far. I was so happy when we all lost the game, and exclaimed our doing so, pretty vehemently. Well, I think that this is all she wrote for tonight. I'm going to watch a show on the discovery channel, about people who try and make Leonardo DaVinci's inventions reality.
You know, cause I find DaVinci pretty fucking cool.