My Little Dream, Working The Machine.

Empire Ants by Gorillaz. Such an amazing song. That's where this blog's title comes from, my dear Watson. <- Sherlock Holmes reference. You need a mop? You know, to clean your mind up from where it just got BLOWN!?!?!?! Eh, screw it. Nevermind. Bad joke. We shall move on.

Anyways, in today's blog, we're going to talk about me getting out of the house. Haha. Long story short, I have this weekend off work, so what I'd like to do, since I'm recovered from my surgery and all and have no work and all my homework done, is to get out of the house. I honestly don't care what I go do, but I want to hang out with people. Preferably people I like. Well, not saying that I hate certain people. Because.........eh, nevermind. You know what I mean. But yeah, my plan is to find something to do this weekend. That's the goal. Hopefully all goes well.

Wish me luck.

Yep, that's all for now. It's hard to find stuff to do when I'm on my computer all day. ;) I'm out. I may be back later. It's hard to say. Alligator. Now I'll go away.

Unintentionally rhyming FTW!

Peace and love.

I'm At The Pizza Hut. I'm At The Taco Bell. I'm At The Combination Pizza Hut And Taco Bell.

Before you read this next blog, please do yourself a favor and listen to this song:



Now, how are you feeling? Feeling as though you had an enlightenment of sorts? Like your life is changing before your very eyes? Yeah, me neither. It's a mindless catchy song. So yeah, rawk. So, what's up? How's everyone doing? This blog has been filled with questions? Even questions that aren't questions but have question marks afterwards! It's madness. Ok, maybe not madness. And no, this isn't Sparta either. Sorry, King Leonidas. :/ Anyways, this blog is rambly. If that's a word. I hope it isn't. Because if not, then I just made a word and can get it endorsed and get a ton of cash. Maybe. Or at least just the satisfaction of knowing I made up a word. Whichever. But yeah, I actually honestly don't really have anything super interesting to say in this blog. I just know it's been a while since I last blogged, and it's September, so happy September, everybody. Hope your month of September is filled with joy and glory.

I also realized that it's two months until my 20th birthday. Balls, man. I feel rather old. I won't be a teenager anymore, which admittedly will be weird, but in another year after my birthday this year, I'll be able to get mah booze awn, so that's something to look forward to. Nah, I'm just joshing. I don't drink, actually. I might still go to bars and just play Designated Driver for people who do drink. I haven't thought that far ahead. I don't usually plan my future in the world of barhopping. Alas, yeah, my birthday is on November 1st, and I'm stoked.

I'm undecided on what I want. There are three things that are spinning around in my head. The first is a guitar. Long story short, I've tried starting a band with limited to no success, so I figure if I can't start a band, why not be my own band, right? Well, guitar will help me get there. First off though, I want to borrow one and see if it's something that I can do before I go off and spend a bunch of money on one. But that's one thing. The second is the Complete Series Collection of the TV Show Lost. Really doesn't need much explanation. it comes in an exclusive BOX. That's all the motivation I need. The third and final thing is an iPod Touch. I actually originally wanted this, but now I'm leaning more towards the first two. Alas, I hope to figure out which one I want really soon and I'm hoping this birthday will be the best one yet. Boom.

But yeah, I think I'm finished with this evening's blog. Again, I really had no idea what to say and came up with a pretty decent blog. I'm proud of myself. I'll return soon. Bye for now.

Peace and love.

There's A Kid Who Had A Big Hallucination.

The Final Cut by Pink Floyd. Such a good song. It's got a really sweet guitar solo. As I typed that, the solo began. I swear I didn't plan that...........or did I?



Ahem. Anyways, here's my blog for the evening. I begin this blog with a question: have you ever thought of, to put it bluntly, leaving your life behind here and starting anew "from scratch", so to speak? It's an interesting idea, and with numerous films showing this idea, it seems to have begun achieving more popularity, especially with high school graduates. I mean, why wouldn't it? It's logical. Getting to go off to college. Living in a dorm (somewhat) independently. Meeting new people. Going for a degree to obtain a career you want. It's a perfect plan. And I'm not knocking people who do this, don't get me wrong. I've actually been thinking of doing the same thing, to be totally honest.

I had a talk with an incredibly good friend of mine recently who just graduated high school a few short months ago. He told me about how he plans to do essentially what I described in the previous paragraph, leaving everyone behind and going off to achieve a degree in a career he loves (in his case, acting). Basically leaving this life behind and starting anew. And while I fully support him in this, it got me to thinking. Situations like this a really a double edged sword (I hope I'm using the term correctly. Haha.) If you go away to achieve your dreams (to use a cliche term) then you leave all of the people you love behind, and if you stay to be with those close to you, then you may not be able to achieve your dreams. So, what in the hell do you do?

Thus where the thinking comes into play.

I really love this idea very much. I honestly don't really have a plan of what I want to do, to be totally honest with you, though. I toyed with the idea of getting a career in Communications and becoming a radio DJ, but recently, I've been playing drums and have really seriously considered a career in music. Of course, I can't really do anything with my music career in this small town, so I'll have to leave at some point to achieve my dreams. And of course, there are people who I really care about and love and don't want to leave behind, but then I start thinking, and I realize they likely won't care when I'm gone. Which sounds awful, I know, but I don't mean for it to, but it's logical. People move on, you know? I, however, am terrible with this moving on thing. Haha. So, I don't know what to do.

I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Peace and whatever.

I'm So Scared That I'll Never Get Put Back Together.

Bonjourno! This is my blog. It's been a while (stop me if you've heard this before). Why has it been so long, you ask? Well, this blog will actually explain why it's been a few why I've blogged. Long story short, I had to have surgery done. What kind of surgery? Well, I'll simply name the surgery and allow you to go from there to figure it out or whatever: it's called a urethroplasty. Yeah, sounds pretty brutal, right? Well, it shockingly wasn't too terrible. Ok, yeah, it sorta was. But I digress.

For starters, we had to be at the hospital at about 5 in the morning or so, for my surgery (which started at about 7:30 or so, if memory serves). I only got about three hours of sleep the night before, so I was incredibly tired, but that will be irrelevant later on. The two and a half hour period between my surgery and my arrival was perhaps the most nervewracking wait for anything I've ever experienced. To be totally honest, I was incredibly damn nervous. This was my first major surgery, so understandably, I was genuinely freaked out. I basically just waited and watched Sportscenter while intermittently talking to the numerous doctors/surgeons/anesthesiologists that came in to talk to me, and basically attempted to not be so nervous about stuff. Then, 7:30 arrived. They laid me on the operating table............and went at it.

Ok, kidding.

But they talked to me for a bit, got me situated and what have you, had me wear this odd foil hat (as I said to the nurse, I didn't know whether to wear it or put my leftovers in it. *rimshot*), and then gave me the anesthesia, and whatever happened from the period after that and me being in recovery is totally washed from my memory. I woke up in quite a bit of pain, feeling rather crappy obviously, as most people do right after surgery. All of the rooms were full, so I was stuck in the recovery room for quite a long time. I have no idea how long, because I essentially combated the long wait by sleeping. Yeah, sleeping. But finally, at around 4 or so, if memory serves, I was finally taken up to my room. After that, it was a pretty interesting experience. Typical hospital staying and what have you. Nurses coming in and checking my vitals and all that jazz. Kinda amusing, my family would talk to me and I would literally fall asleep while they were speaking to me. Anesthesia's nutty, man.

I shared a room with a rather kind older man, who didn't really talk too much, but as I said, he seemed friendly enough. My dad talked a bit about NASCAR with him, but I never got the chance to speak with him. I was really bummed for him because he didn't have any visitors or anything (at least during the time that I was there), which I can imagine was really bad. I was going to wish him a quick recovery before I left, but some doctors were speaking to him, so I didn't have the time.

As I said, the rest of my hospital experience was pretty normal. I slept alot, and met a ton of doctors and nurses who were all incredibly friendly and helpful, and overall, I would say my time at the hospital was actually really enjoyable. It didn't hurt they had cable, though. :P But overall, it was great. Not saying I wasn't glad to leave, because.............well, yeah. Laying in bed watching TV for an extended period of time is only entertaining for so long, so thankfully I got to leave earlier today, and got home about 5 1/2 hours ago, and am basically on the road to recovery. Got a few weeks before my post-op checkup, so hopefully all goes well with the healing and what have you, and I'll be back and fully recovered soon.

Sorry for the incredibly long blog, but I had a bit more to talk about than I imagined I would. Well, anyways, I'm off to go lie down and continue recovering. Wish me luck, guys. :)

Peace and love.

What Is This I Don't Even

Hey. Sup? So, I'm back a day after my last blog to blog again. Kinda rare, is it not? Anyways, I'm blogging because last night, a strange development occured. Allow me to explain.

As most people who know me would probably know, I'm a drummer and have been for 3 years and counting. And logically, I love to play music and would love to have a career as a musician. Well, remember my blog a while back about starting a new band with one of my friends? Well, that's happening. Kinda. But not really. Our original band idea has pretty much faded away, but my friend is starting a new band, and he wants me to be in it. But, the twist is that his band already has a drummer, so what do I do? Well, their band is lacking a bassist. So, his plan is to have me play bass for his band. Sound easy enough? Well, one thing: I have barely played bass.

This is the only song I know how to play:



Which, granted, is a really good song and beastly bassline, but, well, beyond that, I know nothing of bass. I'm going to basically be taught how to play the bass by the two guitarists in the band, who happen to be good friends of mine. Well, it will be interesting to say the least. I picked up on drums rather quickly, without owning a drumset of my own, so hopefully I can learn the bass at least somewhat decently within a couple months or so.

That's pretty much it. I'll be sure to keep y'all updated. Or myself updated. Or this blog. Whatever.

As always, peace and love.

August Rush.

August Rush is a good movie. Anybody seen it? Robin Williams? Terrence Howard? That.........kid who's the main actor? It's pretty good. Check it out. Oh, and happy August to everyone. This is my first blog of the month. Pretty hard hitting stuff. I actually had been meaning to post this on the first of this month, but well, y'know. Procrastination and what have you. Happens.

Anyways, I'm at my house and incredibly bored, hence why I'm blogging. Heh. Anywho, I was listening to my iTunes playlist on shuffle, and heard a pretty sweet transition between two totally different songs. The first song was "Wishing (If I Had A Photograph of You) by A Flock of Seagulls (haters gonna hate.), and immediately after that song finished, it went to "The Hero's Return" by Pink Floyd. Probably nobody cares about this but me, but I thought it was fully awesome. Because the Flock of Seagulls song, is incredibly 80s sounding with super epic keyboard and this generic kinda 80s beat (pretty much as you would expect a song of theirs to sound), but then the beat was all that was playing at the end, and then it went into the Floyd song, which starts with a kinda cool drum thing and then an awesome sounding guitar riff, which was cool to me.

Speaking of Pink Floyd, the album the Final Cut is quite possibly one of the most depressing albums ever. And I have both Joy Division albums. But yeah, this album is super sad. It's basically an album about war and everything negative about war, which there really isn't anything positive about it, and the last song is about nuclear holocaust. I mean, it's a great album (actually one of my favorites by Pink Floyd, though it's kinda unknown), but damn. It's kinda a buzzkill when you're in a great mood. It's got some really sweet music and songs though, and the lyrics are really good as well. Definitely recommended, but it's quite a downer.

Oh, and another thing of note, I'm off of work this week. Kinda pumped on that. Well, I should say I worked on Sunday and I don't have to work again until this coming Sunday. It's pretty cool. I haven't really done a whole lot. Just pretty much hung out at home, bored, really. Listened to music and blogged, as this blog could likely tell you. But I am going to Indiana Beach later this week, so that's exciting. It's basically an amusement park that's about an hour and a half or so away from where I live. It's not as legit as say, Six Flags, but it's an amusement park with rides and all that jazz, so it'll suffice. Rock and roll.

Well, I'm done with this blog for now. Hope everyone enjoys the rest of August, and I shall return at a date in the future with more blog fun.

Peace and love.

I Want A Girl With Good Dividends.

Alright, short blog this evening, because frankly, I'm tired as a motherf&@$er. Now, you ask "why are you blogging when you could be sleeping instead?" And to that I say..................




Goodnight.





Only joking.

Alright, as I said, I'll keep this brief. Tonight, I had planned to go see the supposed 12:00 premiere (this'll make sense in a few) of the film Dinner for Schmucks with my best friend and a few other friends of mine, but well, let's just say that, long story short, those plans kinda didn't happen. One friend was going with a cousin instead, and the other friend just.........well, wasn't going. So it was myself and two of my friends going to the theater, and super pumped about the movie. So, we get to the theater, and go in. We immediately notice something strange about the movie theater. Mainly that literally almost nobody is there. Regardless of this, we walk in and go to the theater. The guy working there politely (God bless him) tells us that the film is actually TOMORROW evening at midnight and that basically, we were 24 hours early to the film's premiere. We felt like schmucks. So, we did the logical thing after such a thing happened to us: we went and got dinner. Ah, the circle of life.

Well, anyways, we're trying again tomorrow. Hopefully this goes better than tonight. Alas, it was still an interesting night and definitely worth my time. I mean, I'm blogging at 2 in the morning about it, for God's sake. If that doesn't tell you about it, nothing well. But, now, I'm off to sleep. Stay sane, everyone.

Peace and love.