ok, i lied. i'm not quitting. there is just way too much stuff for me to bitch about and to not have an outlet for that seems kinda ...not good, in retrospect. for example, in typing this my qweaszxc and space bar keys all feel like they have marshmallows on the bottom of them thanks to Mike Wilson's uncanny ability to knock his whiskey and coke over onto my keyboard. every night he's over. actually, he should be over anytime now. lately, i've just been really stressed out about how drastically my life is getting ready to change. and i'm just as unprepared as always. monetarily speaking, but when will that ever change? i don't plan on enrolling at DeVry anytime soon. i'm going to drum school, so on top of tuition, and the bread i'll never make in return, i'm in for a hurtin' for certain. at least it'll be a happy hurtin'. it makes sense to me, anyway.

one more thing. here's tomorrow's forecast:
[W + (D-d)] x TQ
M x NA

It's a formula that calculates the most depressing day of the year.
Monday January 24th.
Check it out.

the aquasaur was hit by a Buick.
so, no more aquasaur.

Ever heard the Jawbreaker song entitled 'Pack It Up"? Well, that's exactly what I'm getting ready to do. I'm not going anywhere that would be considered cool though. I'm going to a place that has hillbillies in place of the yuppies. God I hate the yuppies. I don't like the billies either, but at least they don't pretend to be superior greedy androids with caffeine and burbury addictions. I'm escaping the crowdedness of the city. My theory is that humans weren't meant to live 2 feet from another...in every direction! I feel like a fucking whack-a-mole. The whack is my job. I'll be escaping that as well. I just can't do it anymore. You can only take the degrading feel of this sort of work to heart so many hundred-thousand times before you finally hit the wall. (Thinking of a Figs song now.)
Oddly enough, I'm going to the place I strove to get away from so many times. Champaign-Urbana IL. Time to go back to school for the 7th time. I may as well put those seventy-something credit hours to use. I heard somewhere that if you decide to become a teacher, the gov't will forgive your student loans. I wonder if that's true. I do have that corduroy jacket with the leather patches on the elbows. And a pipe. I think I could learn some youngsters a li'l somethin' somethin'.

holy crap. i just saw myself and the girl who destroyed me last Christmas in an old Jawbreaker home video from 1992 at McGregor's in Elmhurst.
Ah, the not-so-good 'ol high school days...
I'm in Donatello and she's in Boat. Anyway, check it out.

1:52am
i'm just sitting here drinking some beers and listening to cds. just a few minutes ago -bam, one of my neighbors on this floor had their door kicked in by a couple of dudes. i heard the loud crunch and i knew it was a door. you could just tell from the sound. so i leaned over to my kitchen to grab the most intimidating knife i have...
just in case. (not Justin Timberlake's next record.) and i was bumpin' the jams too, so you know it was loud. i don't know if a fight ensued cause i was really into the last track on Slint 'Spiderland' at the time. this is the third time this has happened since i came here in august. i've gotta go somewhere else.

Day 7 and I haven't upheld a single resolution. At the same time, I haven't completely given up. Here's the breakdown:
2004...................................2005
cigarettes............................pipe
double cheeseburgers..........Healthy Choice TV dinners
excessive beer intake............more drumming
cable TV..............................read more books

I've got some massive changes in my life coming up, but I can't say just what yet because it would be rude to post it here with out doing some things first.

happy friggin new year.
what. i couldn't think of a better opener.
i've had so much crap going on lately that I can't even keep up.
one dude is a dad. one guy is battling girl scenes. one guy (me) is dealing with how Kevin Spacey is on tour and I'm not. oh right, he's rich and rich people can do what they fucking feel like. i'm not downplaying his love for Bobby Darrin (um..sp or whatever) or anything. i just hate how someone from a different artsy medium is doing something that make me jealous. hey Kevin Spacey...i'm gonna go make a movie. oh yeah, you don't caaare cause you've already done that ...and can afford to do it again by morning if you want. fuck you Kevin Spacey. i like you in The Usual Suspects though.