madcap_minstrel

I've never seen this "Twilight" stuff they've been talking about in every media outlet. But after seeing the Swedish horror/coming-of-age movie "Let The Right One In", something tells me that I never will watch a "Twilight" movie.
There's a quality to that movie(and the book it's based on) that is very...anime-like in the sense of love transcending gender, race, and social convention altogether.
They're remaking it in the US, but I'm not sure if they'll cut out quite a bit of the original story. I still may see it, though. And if they ever made a manga or anime based on it, I'd totally check it out.
In other news, my music career seems to be having deja vu mostly due to the fact that I'm playing in a band with my old high school chum. One big difference is that there is a drummer that fits us perfectly. Another is that my old pal doesn't have a certain annoying "groupie" hanging onto him and putting him in her smutty stories. Look- smut's fine and dandy, but it's in REALLY BAD TASTE to put your friends in them, unless for some specific reason they actually REQUEST it. Okay, Madcap- get your head out of 1999. Good Minstrel.
Anyway, our cover of "Hungry Like The Wolf" is pretty smokin', especially since the both of us have since learned to sing. We seem to be covering a lot of 80s tunes, like "99 Red Balloons" and "Centerfold". Never thought when I was young I'd actually know people in my age range who'd ever want to cover that stuff. Life's funny sometimes.

My boyfriend is living over a hundred miles away in his mother's basement because he fucked up on getting a job after graduation. He has no car, no income, and parents who drag him around everywhere. I don't even know when's the next time I'll get to see him.
Now, I have a goal to move out by the end of the year. I'm keeping silent till then. But if by that time, things haven't improved for him, I think the best thing we can do is call it quits. I fell in love with him because he seemed like he could make things happen. Now, he's completely helpless, and my levels of disgust and loneliness are rapidly rising.

Don't know how to feel. The boyfriend was unable to land a job upon graduating college, and has to move back in with his mom, making him even farther away than he used to be. Though it would be great if our new plans for him to move to my neck of the woods and get a place together work out, I know it'll be a while.
Meanwhile, still paying off my car, next step, fix the ball joints. Then save save save for a studio apartment where I can write stories and songs in peace. I hate the customers at my job, but that's nothing new in my work history.
I finished chapter 11 of "Life Renewed, Love Renewed" only for me to be staring at it and questioning if this is even worth publishing, or if I went into "ridiculous-as-shit" territory with the pregnancy storyline. I knew I shoulda picked up some Smirnoff Ice on the way home from work. Alcohol brings out the cynic in me that dictates whether something is worth publishing, or if it's shit like "Taint".
In other news, my original story really is getting more involved. Who knew something I dug out from my high school days could be transformed into what could be my own original masterpiece? Did a lot of research about cars.
God, why is it everyone refers to me as "random"? I think about all kinds of shit, and I'll spout off a lot of weird things...I think I just answered my own question.
Aspergers?
Borderline?
Schizoaffective?
Bipolar?
Too much pot-smoking in college?
Might as well not drain state funds just so I can get some label. I'm out there. That's all I really need to know, right? Honestly, if the valley weren't completely dry, I wouldn't even be writing all this. I'd probably be taking bong hits to Hunter X Hunter.
I'd like to see how psychedelic mushrooms would affect my writing. Shame I never wrote anything down when I was on them like I've done with various other shit I've experimented with. I never seem to do that with hallucinogens. Perhaps I should try.

Next week I turn 26. Ugh. I hope spending the night in Boston will help me forget that I'm getting closer and closer to 30.
Looks like the boyfriend may not have to settle for retail. If so, awesome. I'll try to get a job doing live sound.
In the meantime, saving my money sucks. But it needs to be done if we want to get a place together.
Yikes...took a look at the last blog post. I was rather toasted that night. My spelling and grammar really suck.

So I got another pizza delivery job. And the good news is, the owner speaks English!!
This means, combined with my paper delivery, I should definitely be able to save up enough money to not only move out of my parents' house, but I might be able to get a secondhand upright bass as well.
The boyfriend and I want to live in Framingham, for its reasonable distance to and from Boston. We both think Boston could help us get our desired careers going while he sells video games and I deliver food and papers.(maybe Dominos does employee transfers).
He WILL program a kick ass game, and I will compose the breathtaking music.
John hates to be alone, I hate to be with people I don't like. Getting a spacious apartment will make us both feel better to start with, and then with clear heads, we do a good job at the jobs we're stuck with for now. But a comfortable home environment will be conducive to getting out own private project rolling.
I'm really looking forward to this coming summer. Her's hoping Framingham has a good musical theater community. If so,I can brush up on my sight-reading and get some new parts in a pit band, great.
And of course, Framingham has this great store with old-school consoles, tournaments, and conventions.
So we might have to take crappy jobs for the meantime, but it's temporary. At least at the end of the day, we can come home to each other, the cats, and a whole arsenal of games.
Here's a little tip for all you stoners out there: NEVER try to post a blog when you have liquid hydrocodone, 100mg of Tramadol, and 3 mg of Klonopin. It's excruciating, but I figured I'd get it out before I forgot.
Then I'll be smoking some Purple Haze. Life is good...in moderarion
Here's hoping John and I will have that first step to a happy life for the two us, and we will find the careers we want...and be more motivated for...well, everything.

I like this new layout in LiveJournal. Very cool.
So what's going on so far is that I need to get myself a full-time job again so that when the boyfriend moves to the new town, I'll have money to move in as well. I'm thinking of just doing Gamestop again. Yeah, I had problems, but living with my parents and struggling all the time to find alternative employment...it's NOT working.
So tomorrow, I'm going to apply at the stores. Here's hoping...
Incidentally, my boyfriend recanted his prior request to stop with the ganja, and has discovered he enjoys using a vaporizer, so long as he's in a good environment. He still likes drinking more, but oh well. Can't win 'em all.
In other news, if anyone is a fan of the Angry Video Game Nerd, I'm nearly finished with a remake of his theme song. All I need is for my friends to lay down vocals and we're all set.

Let me tell you all a story:
Once upon a time, right before the summer of 2001, we had a school picnic. Which meant we went to the local park, ate hot dogs and hamburgers(real, kosher, and veggie), played our acoustic guitars and empty water jugs, or walked around in the woods where we could swim in a stream. My friends and I opted for the latter.
Chaperoning was light, so me and four friends of mine went into the woods. We were met by some underclassmen who asked us if we wanted to get high. Of course, we all said yes, except for one friend who had to stay clean so he could join the marines. He was cool enough to act as a lookout, though.
Now one of the friends, let's call him "Ike", had invited his girlfriend from another school to the picnic. That's allowed. She said she might come.
Now, his girlfriend at the time would say things to him like, "If you smoke pot, I'll never respect you!". So he did what any sixteen-year-old guy who wants to keep getting some did: he smoked pot when she wasn't around. But this was a problem. Ike had forgotten about this, and spent the rest of the time paranoid that she would arrive and bust him for being high. She never came, and actually dumped him because he wouldn't cut his hair. Yeah- whatever, not gonna try to explore that logic.
A few months before that, another friend had a party. He had weed, and another friend had weed too. We were getting all excited about toking up and all, but when he realized how uncomfortable his girlfriend was, he canceled all plans to smoke until she left.
We also had another friend who we really wanted to smoke up with us, but she wouldn't because she thought her boyfriend wouldn't approve.
I laughed at all of them. I teased them and called them "whipped".
Now here's the punchline: I just promised my boyfriend last night I'd quit smoking pot.
HA. Ha. Ha ha.
And things STILL aren't resolved. Go ahead. Laugh some more.

So I'm completely unemployed. But at least I have another car??
In the meantime, my lungs are RAW from all the smoking I've been doing. Time to stop for a while until the hacking cough goes away. Not like I have any money for weed.
However, my insomnia's in top-form tonight. So I could always go back to using alcohol to get me to sleep...but that won't be till tomorrow night.
Granted, this was one of those days where a part of me goes completely nuts, but manages to squeeze out some creative shit. And I would love to have more days like that.
Here's to some inspiration from the snow storms. Hey- I should play Persona 4 right now, and see if I start hallucinating? I've sleepwalked once before, but I tripped over my wastebasket, woke up, silently freaked out and dove back under the covers. But right now I'm just tired. And dirty. I need a shower. I love how it gets dark early in the winter.
Didn't I declare I'd be sleeping like, an hour and a half ago?
Actually, I think the corny 16-bit music they use in that one dungeon in P4 would just freak me out.
Yes, I'm sober. Just tired though.

On a fanfiction-related note...UPDATE THE TRANSLATIONS FOR BEFORE CRISIS YOU STUPID GUNSHOT ROMANCE SITE!!!!! I need to get to the...er..."explosive" conclusion before I turn thirty! You've got five years!!!
Okay, all rage aside, that website's actually pretty kickass. Just taking too long to finish translating so I can work on my story more. I COULD pull a bullshit ending out of my ass, but that would be stupid.
Oh...fine...for my own amusement:

Aeris and Nanaki got all of the materia pieces and gave them to Elfe, who transformed into the summon beast. They killed it, and Elfe regained her memory enough to say goodbye to her father, who along with Shears, jumped off Gaia's Cliff. Rufus continued his Libertarian rule over Midgar, and everybody became an Objectivist, even though the philosopher Ayn Rand never existed in the FF7 universe. Lynx grew up to hate video games, and was subsequently disowned by her parents.
Aeris gave birth to a two-headed dragon, who became the president of chocobos. Keter grew up to be a feral man, living in the forests and eating beetles.
Yuffie married Shake and they had ten kids.
Fuhito had seen the error of his ways and decided to take up sewing. He and Don Corneo hooked up and adopted the children of all the Don's former prostitutes.
Oh, and everybody LOVED Aeris, despite her having flaws just like the other characters, because she also learned how to shoot a gun and outmatched Vincent, who ended up pregnant, giving birth to Sephiroth's half-sister Fernando.

Yeah...I'll wait for the research.

Another member of Pink Floyd gone.  Motherfucker...this is what happens when your favorite band is from the 70's.  The members keep dying all the time.  This must be how fans of The Ramones felt when Joey, Dee Dee and Johnny all died one right after another.
If I weren't an atheist, I'd post some sentimental tripe about how he wrote "The Great Gig In The Sky", and is now there.  Fuck...

Jack Thompson is disbarred. Rocks fall. He dies(don't I wish. Whoops- getting a little violent there!).

I got a second job, so now my plan is to save my money to move out. I figure this might take me until August, but it'll be so worth it in the end. And the band will probably change practice spaces, meaning I don't have to have us rehearsing at my parents' house. Here's to August being the start of my independence.
In other news, I have decided to stop reading Ctrl+Alt+Del, as it has now jumped the shark big-time. So long, Ethan and Lucas. It was a trip, but I read comics like that to laugh. If I want to feel like someone just punched me in the stomach, I'll read Evangelion, or watch Aeris and Zack's death scenes.

Sadly, the boyfriend can't make it, since he's being forced to work on a project for school. So me and my beloved bass are high-tailing it to Brighton for a night of jamming, toking, and then I can go back to boyfriend's place and snuggle under the warm covers with him.
I know this sounds insane, but one of these days, I'm gonna get me some root beer and 151(a surprisingly good combination, since root beer has an aftertaste that covers up the 151), and just test myself. Drink as much as I possibly could without puking, and then try one of my spliff-type bong hits. I mean, a really good hit. Pile on the melatonin, and be sure to collapse on my stomach so I don't die like Jimi and Bonzo.
I'd have gone to Boston earlier to spend more time with the man I love, but my singer/guitarist has been eager for some time now for the band to have a night of bonding, so Friday I'll be meeting up with those guys.
*sigh* Only two more days 'til party time. Thank goodness. I'm bored as fuck, and I've got writer's block.

Just trying to kill time before I head back to Boston to see Avenue Q with the boyfriend. Starting to think I should channel my writing into lyrics more. Fanfiction's fun, but lyrics will continue to secure me a place in music.
I dunno...I just need to figure out what the fuck I want. I have the feeling my boyfriend's senior project will spell out much of the future. I'd love to write videogame music, but would I be able to compose such masterful pieces like all the great Japanese composers? I currently could never light a candle to Yasunori Mitsuda, Yuki Kaijura, Kojo Kondo, or Nobuo Uematsu. But perhaps it's time to honker down and really work on...well...SOMETHING.

Me...
Me and my...
Me and my...
Me and my Rhythm Box...
Me and my Rhythm Box...
Are you jealous, Folks?
Are you jealous, Folks?...
My rhythm box is sweet...
Never forgets the beat...
It never eats...
It never shits...
It never sleeps...
It only beats...
It‘s always high...
So am I...
Do you wanna know why?...
It...
It is...
Pre-programmed...
So what?...
So what?...
So what?...
Who of your friends is not?...
Who of your friends is not?
Who‘s not?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMUQBNweCVQ&feature=related

I'm usually not into music like that, but maybe it's the actress in the movie that performs this song. She was only in two known movies in the late 70s and early 80s, yet she always played the same borderline-psychotic character. Characters who are slightly unhinged like that intrigue me. Maybe that's why I like movies like "Zero Day", "The Other"(1972- not the Nicole Kidman movie), and "The Wall".
Yeah...that's all I really have to say. Hail to the unbalanced people. They make life interesting.

Man...I was really hoping that guy would get his shit together and really take off. *sigh*

Ah, tonight, I'm finally coming home from my final family vacation. At the age of 24, I still made the mistake of going on vacation with my parents to see family for two weeks. My parents aren't very good at planning vacation-related endeavors, and every time something falls through, the backup plan is to lounge around at my grandparents' house until late at night. And, well...I can't stand my grandparents. And I really can't stand being dragged around like a little kid at my age by my parents. So I've decided I'm not boarding a plane with those two anymore.
But no matter. Band practices will resume, as will my other musical endeavors. And tonight, I'll be chilling in my basement again, pigging out on buffalo ranch Doritos. Then I'll start searching for a second job so that I can hopefully move out of my parents' come tax returns. Here's hoping...because I'm a lot better off living on my own.

I'm involved in yet another musical. My band decided to recant the name they chose, much to my annoyance. How hard is it to find a name that everyone wants?? But ah well. Our sound is getting much tighter, and will only improve once I have a proper PA system in my possession. Three-part vocal harmonies...oh so lovely. We need to play a show, though! Even if I'm only paid enough to pay for the drinks I have afterward, it's still something.
The guys did help me renovate my rehearsal space somewhat, though. They moved stuff out, helped me get my futon in, and helped me set up the futon, as well as clear up the general area. So I'm totally grateful to my big strong bandmates for helping out their little 5'1" bass player. The place is a lot more specious now, and I also plan on moving a spare TV down there, along with my N64. That way I've got another place to retreat to when life is too overwhelming. And it means the BF can sleep down there as well whenever he comes to visit(with me sneaking down, as I still live with the 'rents. Hopefully that'll change in a few months).
So tomorrow, I'm moving the space heater down there, plugging my iPod into my stereo, and having a ball down there, in sweet sweet solitude...until my parents get home anyway. :/

I dumped the last guy, and am now officially with the guy I really want to be with. Life is good...if I can get New Year's off so we can spend it together.
I still need to get that $40 squared away. I won't feel right unless I repay that last guy for what he did.
In other news, I need to finish my christmas shopping today. Need to get gifts for my parents, and my little cousin.
On the downside, I seem to have injured my left hand. I'm trying to figure out if it's tendonitis, or if I sprained it at work. Either way, my hand's all wrapped up, and I'm taking care not to use it too much. This isn't very easy though, as I'm left-handed. So now I'm all clumsy. :/

K, so...I guess I should just come out and say it:
I think I've finally fallen in love with someone. I've gotta say, love really IS weird, since I didn't really see it coming. I'd shot the guy down twice and everything. All I've gotta say is, he's got the patience of a saint to put up with that.
Now I just need to scrounge up the $40 I owe that other guy, get a money order, mail it out to him, and then FINALLY tell him to stop acting so enamored with me. Everything's all wrong with this guy. Here's part of the reason why:
He wants to record music, yet he's got recording equipment that's about five years behind. That's like saying you're into web design, even though you only have a 56k modem. The guy also supposedly gets an opportunity to have one of his songs showcased somewhere that might really help his career, and he forgets to get back to the people involved. WTF?! Thankfully this guy is currently 2,000 miles away from me.
The guy who I'm falling for, however, seems to have his life in order. He's got a good paying internship, he'll probably have no troubles finding a job in his chosen field when he graduates, and most importantly, I really have fun talking to him about, well...everything.
The other guy, I also would enjoy talking to, but only if the subject was about music or philosophy. Now, those are both good conversation pieces, but I really like to be able to "geek it up". So when I try to talk to this guy about stuff like anime and video games, he just would say the stupidest and most annoying things, even though he claims to like both. The guy supposedly beat Baten Kaitos, though he doesn't remember anything about the game. To a degree, I think his mind is wasted in many areas, though it flourishes in some(namely music and philosophy). I tried mixing philosophy and anime, but that was a disastrous conversation in which he just didn't get it.
Some people might think that I'm being stupid, but what's so stupid about wanting to be with someone who's got their life together? What's so stupid about being with someone we can toss links back and forth to? Links to webcomics, game articles, youtube videos, and other entertaining stuff?
Anyway, I really gotta lose that first guy. If I wasn't broke and owing him money(long story), I'd have told him to fuck off ages ago, but I worry that might lead to some stupid Judge Judy scenario, which I don't need.
Ugh. Shit is complicated.