Well, here I am.
Tonight I made cupcakes. I ate four of them. That's too many. The three I had planned on eating were too many, but then I ate a fourth because it wouldn't fit in the container. I was going to take a picture of said cupcakes but thought it would be pretty embarrassing to be caught by my dad using his camera to take a picture of the cupcakes I'd just made.
I'm fighting every urge I have to get comfortable here. I'm not sure why. Probably because I don't want to be here. I'm not even keeping my toothbrush in the bathroom. I like it this way. I hope I don't lighten up.
I had to paint the deck yesterday. I didn't mind. I have to do that kind of thing when I'm asked as part of some agreement I apparently made. I sort of liked painting the deck, though. I have to do another coat in the morning. Hell, I might mow the yard when I'm done. I'm all domesticated and shit.
I've played guitar more in the past three days than I probably have in the past six months. I've liked that. Not having a television in my room has been nice. I've been playing guitar, listening to music, writing songs, reading books. It's been fairly pleasant, really. Of course, I had a box full of books I planned to read over the next few months and my dad put it in a storage unit without asking me about it. So I'm reading his books. I read Anderson Cooper's Dispatches From the Edge and enjoyed it. He's sort of a pretty boy rich kid and all, but he seems kind of miserable. I think I like miserable people. There's an Andy Rooney book laying around here somewhere, though and I'm not going to read that garbage. I'm still mad at him for what he said about Kurt Cobain in 1994. I was very offended at the time. Heh.
I decided that I'm going to write and record an album over the course of the next few months. It will be about how much I hate this town. I will be ripping early Daniel Johnston very hard. I've written five songs so far, three of which I like, and I've demoed those three on a tape recorded. I'd love to record the entire thing on there, but it sounds too terrible and I have no idea how to get that onto a computer. In fact, even if I borrow/ebay a 4-track like I've been thinking I don't know how to get that on a computer, either. I'll figure it out, though. It will be a cd-r, probably in a slim case with some boring artwork. It will be completely solo and very lo-fi and I hope for it to have at least 15 songs on it, hopefully more like 20. I think I'll probably try to sell it for 5 bucks or less just to see if I can and maybe make back the 20 bucks or so I'll probably invest in it. Maybe I'll even try to do a show in Columbia in the summer. Normally this would sound like a bunch of mumbo jumbo that I'll never follow through on, but I seriously have nothing else to do, so why not?
I'm keeping track of my daily push-ups, sit-ups, and masturbation. I'm trying to do lots of the first two, none of the latter. So far, so good. Some might say that something like this sounds like the beginning stages of losing your mind. I might agree.
I feel really shitty from all those cupcakes.
S&M Lincoln is the best Conan character since Pimpbot. He just hangs out in the hall!
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Well, here I am.
Posted by David at 9:13 PM