You might prefer an astronaut

Hum is what's currently on my playlist, with Yonder Mountain making a couple brief appearances. I think Hum's "You'd Prefer an Astronaut" and "Downward is Heavenward" are good reasons to lose interest in exploring new music; they're that perfect.

I hope everyone had a great Christmas. The weather was perfect (40's and rain isn't perfect, but it's better than an inch-thick sheet of ice on everything). I spent time with the immediate family and got to see almost my entire dad's side, which was pleasant. I played "Belated Promise Ring" on geetar for them, and they were all impressed and appreciative of the live entertainment. I was more nervous performing in front of them than friends and stranger-packed audiences at bars, but I knocked it outta the park. Feels great to spread the gift of music on such an intimate holiday. Found out parakeets emulate not only human language, but low-battery smoke detector language as well. Neat!

I got all "A"'s, a deserving compensation for the time and effort I put in. Well, the time, anyway. Considering I attended at least half of my exam's drunk and ended up putting forth 15% of the effort I desired to preparing for most of my exams, I'm pretty lucky. And brilliant and perfect. But I digress.

Christmas Break has been wonderful. My uncle Matt taught me some neat scales on guitar, so I have been practicing those. They literally go to everything written in major/minor scales, which is essentially everything in the genre of rock. Been playing a lot of Heroes of Newerth, a computer game which is remarkably similar to Heroes of M&M 3. That's awesome, because HoMM3 is my all-time favorite forever, a winning formula.

If you average the times I've waken up over break, I'm a pretty typical guy. If you don't, I probably need therapy or drugs. Either way, life is suh-weeeeeet right now. If you hover around me long enough, you'll probably get some contact-ecstacy. :) Love you all, happy holidays, get blasted for the new year and I'll catch ya next decade!

Time to give some thanks...

I've been on hiatus (hiatus = drinking a lot, delegating my homework to other people, and generally speaking being pathetically awesome), but a long-awaited update is forthcoming. Like right now.

First off, I want to participate in our wonderful Indian-slaughtering, tryptophan-consuming tradition of giving thanks for the things in my life thanks-worthy. First, I'd like to thank my mother, sister, Don and Will for being the only things in my life that unequivocally make sense. You are all beautiful people, and I'd take many bullets for all of you. I'd also like to thank my many other great friends, acquaintances, jam buddies, and everything inbetween for giving my life meaning and purpose. I love every moment with you all. My Sooner-friends also deserve some loving; to you guys I am eternally in debt, but know I love ya. I appreciate my personal capacity for learning and physical dexterity; sounds conceded, but...yeah. Also, thanks for cranberry sauce. And everything else.

Life has been different, to say the least. I haven't woken up before 3 p.m. in so long that I don't remember how long it has been. A couple Adderall-fueled homework sessions have me caught up aside from a lot of reading (I'm addicted to crosswords, and completely non-addicted to listening in lecture). I've been jamming with some cool cats, and some seriously awesome music has resulted, which makes me very happy. Moments like these renew my passions. Also, everyone has been telling me how handsome/sexy/I-wanna-hit-that I am recently, which has naturally sky-rocketed my self-esteem. As if I don't love myself publicly enough. Despite that, I've been more terse than usual; my best psychological analysis is that there is less pressure to perform socially being as happy as I am with life right now. I feel that undeniable urge to grin stupidly (that one you get from psilocybin.. oh, you know..) almost every moment of the day, which is great. Note: to possible future employers, mushrooms are against my religion, or something, I swear.

Dead week this week, followed by the Armageddon, followed by home-cookin' and Scrabble marathons. I can't fuckin' wait. That's all, folks. Til' next time, stay safe, wear a hat and gloves, and god-damn-it I hope my car doors don't freeze this winter.