Me, who forgot that tomorrow night was the Sufjan Stevens show, not tonight. It's okay though, I only live a block away from the venue. But I biked 6 miles tonight from a very relaxing bar just to get there (late) and to realize that I was at a Gaelic Storm show. Not really my scene.
I didn't run today. But I biked 6 miles. So we're even? I'll run tomorrow. Tonight just wasn't happening. Exam was so long but not that tough. But it was long enough that I wasn't able to finish it fully. Kind of annoying. Kind of sucks that I only get to drop 1 exam that I will miss while I'm out of town on travel.
My fantasy hockey team is doing well. I got the right players, apparently. I also signed up for fantasy basketball. It's not a first! I did fantasy basketball in the '04 and '05 seasons. That was quite a while ago. I had a first place finish one year. But I've been out of touch with b-ball for a while so I thought I'd feign interest by joining this online game with random people on Yahoo.
I haven't stopped listening to Bomb the Music Industry! I actually downloaded everything off of Quote Unquote Records fo' FREE. Link. Most of it is my style. Some stuff I just can't get into. But it was strictly a matter of style instead of the casually immature "this band sucks".
I had about 50 dollars left in my account with the Phoenix Coyotes from last season. I decided to buy a 4 game plan where I would attend games alone and slump in my chair wishing I was doing something else. I guess I'll take homework and something entertaining? I enjoy the games, but I can't stand sitting by myself talking to no one. I've talked to many strangers but they're just strange. Hockey lovers in Phoenix are non-traditional to say the least.
My Netflix has graced me with "Patton", which I've yet to see. The general, not the comedian. Although I like the comedian quite a bit. Is it good? Hell if I know. But it got like 6/5 stars on my Netflix recommendations. Still not excited though.
Is this thing still on? Is there a character limit? This is kind of dangerous.
When I was much younger I wrote metal songs designed for my friends and their metal band. I don't even remember the name of the band, but they weren't as talented at music as they were at doing drugs. I never got into that scene, and they never got into the music I wrote. My lyrics were discovered one day by my parents, promptly destroyed, and I lost a significant amount of inspiration that day. Similarly, when all of my notebook drawings were destroyed, I lost a lot of artistic inspiration. It's been a slow climb to effectively expressing myself again. Stifled creativity is pretty awful.
But now I'm planning on writing lyrics again. We'll see how it goes. I might even post it. Wouldn't that be a treat?
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