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| From my last update, which was on the 25th of May, many many things have occurred. Some good, some bad, and "one week from hell." I had to finish my exams, chemistry and H english, then I was homefree. Anxiety was worse than what the tests really were. I found out the next day that I finished with a B on my Chemistry exam which gives me a B average for the entire year (not too bad considering the complex, superfluous [thanks honors english] information that was packed into my head.) Before exams, I was more ready for school to be done with and I no more wanted to attend one more day of school then the man on the moon. I relaxed that Sunday at my Grandparents house, preparing myself for the week ahead of me. It seemed like I would set a goal: "One more week of school. 1 more day of school. SAT. Two exams." But as anyone could tell, my list continued to grow as I thought it out and made it day by day. Sure, school ended, and I took those horrid exams. But then, the next obstacle(s) surfaced. Extraction of my wisdom teeth. A gig the night after. The ACT the next morning. Then I am done for summer, I will have crossed the barbwire fence of that P.O.W. camp... school and all that comes with it. Stories flooded in about "wisdom teeth experience", all I have to say is... what a load of crap. "I was out for 48 hours, then I was alright." or "Oh, my teeth hurt so bad." or "Man that sucks, 'my teeth hurt like a bitch' !" (I hate that) or "I was out for little under a week." Folks, (Mr. Cserbak) I was in the operating room for 30 minutes for 4 teeth to be removed, I was home in 30 more minutes. And I was up moving around like nothing happened. All I had to do was sleep off the laughing gas and the knockout gas, and I was back to my normal self with no pain. Over the next 4 days I didn't feel one bit of pain, I guess my gums hurt so bad the week before I got them pulled that there was no comparison. The next thing on my list was to play a gig the next night, let's just say that it wasn't a good page in the book of Combat Stupendous. The hospitality rocked, thanks to Bridget for inviting us to play, and the pizza and pop as payment. Ronny's string broke (2nd in two days), Andy didn't seem 100%, I played with no shoes on, but Kevin was on fire! Combat Stupendous still searches high and low for a singer who can take the place of Andy Jackman and leave him to pluck at his bass full-time. It seems a futile search, but there's somebody out there... The ACT the next morning was like someone cutting off the top of my head, scooping my brain out, spreading it on a Ritz cracker, and consuming. That test ran me so thin in different areas that I felt like a complete idiot, thus blaming the rest of the week's dumb brainlapses on the test. After that test, I had finished my week, and I was ready for that night. I drove to Ashley's house and left with my family for the Reds game. The game was great and it wasn't too hot out. Reds win 10-1. Sweep of the Orioles. More importantly, I got to spend the rest of the night with Ashley and hopefully my family and Ashley got to know each other a little more. After the game I went to Ashley's to hang out until about 1. Then made it home to bed. Since Saturday, I have only talked to Ashley on the phone and it's absolutely killing me. I need to see her, or talk to her, but because of Kairos... I CAN'T UNTIL THURSDAY, then she leaves AGAIN! I am so happy when I am with her, but right now I am really missing something, her. Poker was last night, and I didn't play well, David Denning was the winner of the first round and $45. Amazing comeback to finish off Steve Fawns. This is where I am now... Tuesday, I've wasted today so far, and worked 2 hours. I've done nothing, and not really enjoyed it either. I guess I'm waiting for Thursday, or Friday, so I can see Ashley. Music keeps me goin, it's gas in the tank.
"I have discovered the body of John Wilkes Booth."
"Yes... it's true... that I... am Mr. Booth."
"Everybody gotta' make a livin' somehow... do I hear a 'hell yeah' ?" | | |
| Day 2 on Xanga. Hope all is well in your own daily occurances. I'm getting closer to that day where I can finally say "I'm Free"... my crazy schedule ends on the 11th of June. Grades must stay up for school so that exemptions can be given out. Only 2 exams. School is moving quickly, not much work to be done now, but so much to do in 2 weeks. Still... music, the band, and her pull me through the barb-wired no man's land that is school. Mental notes. Things to do in summer. Everything I want.
Huge undertakings in the world of Combat Stupendous. Writing. Creating. Changing for the better. Influences drive us deeper and deeper as days go by. At least, for some of us. (Deron/Jess). Anyways, new albums coming out in June will change music as we know it. New CKY, Clutch, Aquabats, Manntis, Audioslave, Planet Smashers, Foo Fighters.
Right now I'm sitting here in my chair, thinking of lyrics, sharing lyrics, and listening to Jew Baby get yelled at. Poor Jew Baby. He's so cool, but sometimes he needs to just learn a lesson. He's my little "Commrade".
I'm missing only seeing her at school, it's not enough. I need some resolution. I'm still in shock for the simple fact that she enjoys being with me as much as I am with her, and the fact that she even has interest in me. It makes me happy, if you haven't noticed, and it makes things run so much smoother.
Lyrics by Combat Stupendous (thanks to Ronny):
Come and take a walk in my shoes
and see the eyes that I see through
A one way ticket into a lost mans soul
losing you took its toll._
In the back of the bar sits a man in a green coat, spilling his lyrics on a blood red flor, as beautiful notes rocket from his throat._
I_Believe_A_Storm_is_Brewin'__Nine_Crows_at_Nine_o_Clock_Nigh! | | |
| Made a new place to keep track of my thoughts, what i've done, and anything else. I'm longing for that big break we all commonly know as summer. As many of you are doing the same. Many thoughts. I'm reading a book called "The Things They Carried" and it's one of the best books i've ever read. So many truths. Stories. Sadness. I wonder what war is like. I think about other things too, it's like I can put myself in the situation. Although a soldier speaks about human thought during war, somehow I can relate, like thinking deeply then looking at the sky and the clouds and suddenly remembering that your own problem is such a small one, or your plans are so little, then you realize you're in the same way everyone else is. Or knowing that many truths are found only in things that have never happened or are essentially untrue.
I have grown so much in the past months from knowing someone and it's making me a better person.  I really like her and want to do all I can so that she feels the same way. Prom acted as a catalyst for us, moving us along further because we could be out, no-strings-attached for 12 hours basically free. I hope it's a sign of things to come.
Music keeps me going, day to day when I'm not talking to her or just trying to make it through work, school, homework, and all the other malarky. Combat Stupendous is building itself up from the inside. We write more songs, we need little things here and there, but it's growing. We get better at what we do every day, I feel every band member improves every practice we have.
CKY. Clutch. Need I say more?
Hands down the illest ventriliquist this side of the Mississippi River... | | |
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