I want.

- a mandolin

- a ukulele 

- a banjo

- my own drums

- my ultimate goal of a stand-up bass, some day

The Official Soundtrack to the Motion Picture "2008"

A habit has to be made out of this. I made a list last year of my top releases of the year. The year before that, I made a posted a big breakdown of what happened to The Hormones in 2006. Too much happened to remember in 2007 and 2008 was pretty steady as far as spaced out, bigger, more successful shows, so I really feel no need to write anything band-wise. However, a top album list is something I planned on doing from the start.

My 2007 list can be found on my Facebook.

I also got a Last.Fm account this year around September I believe? I think it's a pretty cool way to keep up with what I've been listened to, so there will be some year-end stats on what I have been up to.

Look for this in the next couple days.

Sheetz.  Music.  Beer.  Records.  Repeat.

Sheetz.  Music.  Beer.  Records.  Repeat.

Sheetz.  Music.  Beer.  Records.  Repeat.

Sheetz.  Music.  Beer.  Records.  Repeat.

Sheetz.  Music.  Beer.  Records.  Repeat.

Sheetz.  Music.  Beer.  Records.  Repeat.

Sheetz.  Music.  Beer.  Records.  Repeat.

Bruce Springsteen is a god.

That is all.

Christmas 08.

After working 8pm-4am on Christmas Eve, well nevermind... back up.  After eating an early 1pm dinner on Christmas Eve at my grandparents' house, I had to leave to go to work later that evening.  I knew I would be back the next day so I was pumped to see everyone again.  I was hoping it would be fun, and due to the fact that I did not work on Christmas Day, I figured I would let loose with the family.

I got off of work around 4am on Christmas Day (Christmas Eve night, etc.) and stopped at my house in Greensburg to check things out.  One of my roommates had friends over the night before, so I figured the house would be a wreck.  Surprisingly, he cleaned up at some point, but still, half of a case of my beer was missing.  Hopefully when I show up there in a day or two, there is 15 bucks sitting on the dining room table as he promised.  After all, he exasperated half of my supply.  So I changed and left for 819sburg.

I got back to my parents' house around 5 or so, waking my mom up, talking to her about my night, etc.  Never really fell asleep until after 6am.  I was woken up at 8:30 by my brother.  We opened our gifts and I was surprised to get a GPS system, which I thought about asking for but never did.  I had it in my mind that I was getting my new acoustic I picked out and brought home myself.  So I was happy.

The highlight of the holiday, though, was dinner at 5 at Bubba and Tut's.  We were back for a second night in a row-which I thought could be hit or miss.  More family showed up and more "Extra Gold" was pounded down, and the guitars came out.  Tons of good energy, everyone was having fun, and things couldn't have gone better.

My only regret is that I regained my composure around midnight after finding myself on a stiff bed in a dark room.  I looked at my phone and my last text was sent out at around 10:16.  I missed 2 solid hours, as I got up and checked on everyone, and not many people were left at the house.

It was a great night though.  Of course.  Many great stories will be told of the past 48 hours.  And many great conversations were had any various ways.

Faintly Falling fucking Ashes.

It's officially Christmas Eve, well at least two and a half hours in.  How am I spending it?  I'm trying to drink myself to sleep on my parents' couch, while watching The Dark Knight for the ...th time.  Sixth?  Seventh?  I've seen this movie way too many times already.  This is coming from someone who thinks one viewing of a motion picture is enough.

I don't blog enough.  I wanted to do this more often.  There is no time.  I live a busy life of nothing.  I work, I play music, and I seem to do a lot of driving.  I shopped a lot this week.  More than I ever do.  Christmas is the reason for the season.  I spent too much money today.

I don't feel creative enough.  I have song ideas that come to me and develop but will they ever get anywhere?  That's the real question.  I have no idea.  Time will tell.  Hell, the newest Hormones song was actually written by me a good two years ago.  Wow.  Hard to think about that.

It pisses me off though.  I want to be more productive.  I WANT TO RECORD.  I want a diligent band.  What the fuck, right?  I dunno.

So yeah.  I'm three beers in.  There is no one up to correspond with.  Batman is going nuts with his cell phone sonar shenanigans and I have to be at my grandma's in 10 and a half hours if my math serves me right.  I am pumped to have a good homemade free meal.  I think I'll get ready for bed and let the alcohol content set in.  I gotta work tomorrow at 8.  Fuck that.  8p-3a.  I hope freezing rain pollutes the area and fucks everything up.  That would be beautiful.  I want to drink with my family.  Fuck Sheetz.

And god damn,  my spelling and grammar is pretty good for having a nice buzz.

Merry Christmas Eve everyone.  Enjoy the season.

Off for the semester.  I love it

I'm running on very little sleep, and I'm not tired.

At the same time, I have so much work to do to finish off the semester, but I'm too tired to concentrate.

Paradox or just a situation that is unnecessary to explain?

Who are you?

Who are we trying to be?

Who am I?