1) start a band
2) sell 5 copies of all of your cds. combined.
3) free zippos!!!!!!!!!
4) http://www.alonerecords.com/mailorder

Why i have the urge to write in here I don't know. Livejournal is ritarded. But i do have the urge. Today i took the day off, and I got nailed for it. We had presentations in my clinical class and I decided to sleep through it because i really haven't gotten more than 6-7 hours of sleep in a night in easily a month, and if you know me, you know that i need at least 14 hours of sleep per night to feel semi rested. the teacher never takes attendance, and there isn't even an attendance policy, but beause i'm the only dude in the class with 15 bitches, he always knows when i'm not there. So i have to do a write up for all of the presentations i missed. asdfwefowije cunt ass fuck wefoweijf.
Its lame, but one of my favorite things to do to relax now a days is download music for my ipod. Music is just too good not to spend all of your time thinking about it/listening to it / obsessing over it. My problem is i'm never satisifed. I spend all my time looking for that album that will give me the ultimate boner. When i find it, i listen to it obsessively until i can't stand to even think about it let alone hear it, and then i have to move on to find my next fix. Oddly enough it similar to the pattern of someone with a drug problem always looking for that perfect high and once they finally find it and its over all they can think about is finding the next high.
In other news, heavy music needs a swift kick to the balls. EVERYTHING SUCKS now. no one pushes the envelope anymore. I feel like every new band that comes out is a carbon copy of an album or band that came out years ago. Bands that were ahead of their time a few years back put out new albums that are a step backwards from the style they helped to pioneer way back in the back. I don't know how so many people can be content flooding a genre that became stale three years ago with the same rehashed, generic, upper decked gizm.

having a shitty day? watch this now: http://www.eulogyrecordings.com/media.cfm?type=video
click on the video for what to do when your van breaks down in oregon

last weekend upper decked! (dropping grumpies in the tops of toilets is cool , hence upper decking taking the place of other positive adjectives such as "super" "neato" and "awesome")

the weekend ruled. Good times, great friends. Meredith's party slayed. so many people crammed into our house. i had a great time, so did the guest of honor, so it went well in my eyes.
The show was good times as well. Not as many people as i had hoped would come, but still a good time nonetheless. Everything went smoothly. no bullshit, no problems. All the bands couldn't have been cooler/nicer. Curly and me are gonna do another one soon i hope. the binding are still some of the best people i know. thank you to anyone reading this who came.
Then monday was the bitch's and mine's 6 month anniversary. we celebrated half a year ofof pain, bullshit, unnecessary drama, and spousal abuse. Liz got me an ipod, i'm still dumbstruck. easily the nicest/sickest present i've ever gotten.
Might go to harlem tonight for the weekend, we shall see. if not might go to walls of jericho. we shall see. mr. lif this weekend, so there if i'm here.
lately i have to pinch myself/ have reality checks. THings are just so good all the time. It almost doesn't feel right. I don't recognize myself sometimes, but in a good way. in the sense that i've turned into many of the things/ acquired a certain piece of mind that i've always strived for internally. cute, huh?
done with work in 3 minutes. gonna blaze and watch the rest of dead alive.

lots of work, but it was worth it. Everything is in place and looks like it will go off smoothly. I will love you forever if you come to this:

This sunday night, the 17th, at falstaff's=
drowningman
ed gein
psyopus
the binding (the eric schnee escape plan)
knife the glitter

3 bling with a skidmore id. if you upperdeck the toilet in either the mens or ladies bathroom facilities you get in for free. If you firestorm both bathrooms, you get lots of respect, but no tangible prize because i might be broke for a long time after the show.
show starts around 7 pm

oh, also, this saturday night come to our house at 139 woodlawn we're having a birthday bash for meredith.

ahh, internet. i needs it. don't get it at our house for another couple of days. our house fucking rules, although i've barely been there because the ladyfriend doesn't have a car so to see her i have to go to campus. But anyway, uh, hmm, what to write about. uhh oh courtney and me are putting on a show here oct. 17 at falstaff's. So far ed gein and lickgolden sky are definitely booked, the eric schnee escape plan are playing, as are my negroes' josh and eli's band knife the glitter. Waiting to hear back on a headliner. If any of the current possibilites say yes falstaff's is getting burned to the ground. come to this show. bring as many friends as possiblay.
i'm such a lazy fucker, so much i have to do, like talk to my guidance counselor about a psych thesis, and my schedule in general. keep putting that off. also, i need to call a lot of people back today. i've been sucking at life about returning phone calls. if i didn't call you back please don't hate me you can kick me in the testes for free next time our paths cross.
My arm is finished healing. going to get it colored in and finished up in two weeks. Then get surgery on the heart, then fill in excess space then whamo quarter sleeve.

school time. packing everything today, saratoga springs tomorrow at 12 for moving in and paying landlord. the house will be amazing, the year will be amazing. too much to do right now. yesterday ruled, new tats. quarter sleeve half way done. did shit right this time. blah i have nothing to say thats why i never write in this thing. boner, gism. agh momma nerr yelling at me. bye

I have a new hero, and his name is bob. his desk is adjacent to mine here at work. once a week bob engages in a really awkward sexually-themed conversation with me. This was this week's conversation. it's pretty much word for word, because it just went down 5 minutes ago. None of this is exaggerated, i speak the complete truth
me: whats up bob
bob: where the fuck is the part i'm looking for
me: i don't know dude
bob: fuck. so how much longer you here for?
me: one more week.
bob: then back to banging chicks at school?
me: uhh, just my girlfriend
bob: yeah right. that's what you say now. you're gonna throw back beers and bang a lot of chicks.
me: uh, ok
bob: some really hot girl is gonna come up to you, and you're gonna have a bunch of beers in you, and shit's gonna happen. then, a little while after you're going to get a phone call from her down the line telling you you're a new dad
me: oh god, uhhhh
bob: you know what i did?
me: uh no, what?
bob: [he then made a gesture with his hand that looked like he was cutting something with a pair of scissors ] and then said "snip snip". i assume this meant back in college he got some girl pregnant and had her get an abortion. but who knows. and i didn't really want to ask. well actually i did, but at the same time i didn't, you know? anyways....
bob: me and my wife, we have 3 kids. that's way too much. (he then made some other reference to snip snipping and his wife)...all boys, little terrors, age 1,3, and 5. But the 3rd one was an accident. shit happens sometimes, you know?
me: sure, man. ( i was gonna ask if the third kid knows he was an accident, but then i realized i really didn't want to talk to bob anymore)

to: eric schnee
from the roses are red journal "My playlist: Cranberries - No Need To Argue (I'm gonna need some wet naps because my vagina's crying)"

someone else besides you has horrible taste in music :)
have a fucking amazing time on tour you gay sugar tit :)

i'm listening to a new copeland song that is fucking amazing. and then i realized it was originally written by phill collins. i indirectly like phill collins. there's a strong positive correlation between phil collins and genesis. by default, i like phil collins. and genesis. i get out of work in an hour and then i'm gonna run my car off the road into a telephone pole

i'm at work. remember in office space where michael says he does something like 25 minutes worth of actual work in a given day? well that would be if my boss hadnt placed my computer at an angle where if he leaves his office he can see what i'm doing at all times :(
if only i had my own cubicle i could better my life by spending 8 hours a day reading about hardcore and metal bands and staring at courtney's awkward prom picture

the guy who works next to me really really fucking hates his job.
i think he hates his life too, but its too early on in our relationship to tell for sure.

i have a raging boner.

havent updated this in a while because i posted in europe and for some cracked reason every time i've tried to post here since ive been back it says i can't post backwards in time? uhh yes. but i figured out how to not post backwards in time.
europe was cool. it wasn't the amazing time i expected, but i dont take the opportunity or the experience for granted. most people play in a band their whole life and never get to do something like that, so for that i am greatful. i think a lot of my unhappiness/eagerness to come home on the trip was both the timing of the trip and the fact that i had quit the band months back because my heart wasnt into it anymore and i didnt enjoy playing. the timing was weird because i left almost right after i had gotten back from school, and id been away from home for so long at that point. i guess basically the experience was great, but there was so much amazing things waiting for me at home, i.e. friends and ladyfriend, that i really just wanted to be home with them. so yeah, a long winded explanation but so many people are like how could the tour not have been absolutely incredbile? and its not that it was bad at all but it was just hard for me being homesick and other reasons. i just wanted to explain it so i dont sound like some stuck up bitch who took the whole thing for granted. but anyways.
hmm so whats new. uhh i need to get my wisdom teeth taken out, i got pulled over by a cop last night on my street who thought i was smoking a joint. apparently when i drove by him on the main road through our town i was smoking a cigarette and he said as i drove further down the road i was careless about going over the double yellow lines. 1) i was fucking turning around, i dont know, this is gonna be hard to explain but i'll try my best: when one turns across a lane one generally has to go over the middle of the road, also known as "the yellow double line" fucking douche. he strip searched my pack of camel lights, did a background check on me for 10 minutes, comes back to my car, and is like heres the deal, sometimes cigarettes can smell like marijuana. i smoke parliament lights quotes he, and sometimes i find that they smell like weed. sooo, if anyone should have been pulled over for smoking a joint, i think it should have been this cop. last time i checked, a pear don't smell like an apple.
at this point if you're bored and want to take a break from reading this, go here:
http://www.glomerate.com/misc/winnebago_man.mov

hmm what else, uhh i got poison ivy at liz's grandparents house this past weekend even though i never came in contact with it and was only lying on grass in the front yard. it sucks so bad because i'm ridicuously allergic to poison ivy, it spreads systemically with me, meaning it spreads throughout places on my body inside of me. so i dont have to physcially touch the infected part to anywhere else, it'll spread just if i have a tiny amount anywhere. so basically im bitching but it sucks so bad. last time i had to go to the hospital. me not want to go to the hospital.

what else what else what else, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh um oh yes i'm going most likely next week to start what i guess will be the equivalent of a quarter sleeve on my right arm. first im getting what i already have touched up, then above it i'm getting the artwork from the newest explosions in the sky cd. not sure what i will fill everything else in with, but aint no rush. but eventually i want from the music to the top of my shoulder blade completely covered.
i have an appointment with this guy eli next week. i think hes the one i want to do it: www.tattoosfortheunloved

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. yeah. can't think of anything else to say. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

in gissin, germany now. everyone weve stayed with has been so fucking nice to us. last night me and k dizzle stayed with this kid who hooooked it up. free pot, veggie pizza, german porn, got to talk to the ladyfriend on the phone. all the essentials. show last night was ok. i was real tired, the sound was ass and i couldnt hear shit for the first half of the set. much happier now that iäm getting settled in to things. still miss friends and girlfriend, but not to the point where i want to go home anymore. cant really translate everything thats been happening onto an online journal. 2 weeks left. the last europe date was gonna be my last show with the band, but were playing with hot cross in boston 2 weeks after i get back so thats gonna be the last one instead. everyone should come.

im in bon germany. this keyboard is different and its fucking my shit up. good times so far. played in groningen, netherlands, then berlin germany, then a fest last night somewhere else in germanz that i cant pronounce. most people we have ever played for, 200 kids i think. lots of people going nuts and singing a long, sold almost all of our cds just last night it was amazing. having fun but i miss mz friends and ladyfriend :( good company though. pine are big sweethearts/gays. everzdaz i see a new boner.

i'm peacin the fuck out of the united states. Goin to boston tomorrow. leave early wednesday. Going to the netherlands, germany, austria, switzerland, hungary, and amsterdam. 3 weeks of touring. So much to do freaking out. what's a cd i should download before i leave? If you want me to send you a post card,i definitely will. just leave ur address on here. i'll be able to go online at certain points of the trip. ON another note, if you're someone who feels like i've been neglecting them because of the ladyfriend, please don't take it personally. It hasn't been on purpose.

last night was hillarious. i'm in harlem for the week at liz's place and we used my car to help her friend chris move into his new apartment in brooklyn. and i'm an idiot. and i locked my keys in the car right after we got there. it turned out ot be the funniest shit ever. this super sketchy white kid called white chocolate stays at this shelter across the street from the apartment and he tried to help us break into my car because he used to steal cars in his youth. he couldn't get in with a coat hanger so he found this dude who had a slim jim, one of those things that looks like a crowbar that you useu to break into cars. so him and white chocolate are outside my car trying to break in and we're in the middle of the ghetto and every single person walking down the street literally instead of being like what the fuck are you doing, are you breaking into that car? instead are like fuck that you're doing it all wrong, let me try that shit. so for literally 3 hours every single person walking by came over to lend their expertise and was like fuck you where'd you learn how to break into a car you're doing this shit all wrong let me get a crack at it. And everyone's trying to show each other up saying like i could break into a car in 3 minutes flat, i've stolen mad cars etc. so whether it sounds like it or not it was hillarious because all these thugged out gangsters kept on coming over and bonding with us and having a good time trying to break into my car for me. it has this super crazy anti-theft system on it so it was literally impossible for anyone to get it open, so i had to call a locksmith and spend 85 bucks. After the guy who does this for a living worked on it for an hour with no luck, white chocolate is like fuck this let me show you and comes over and gets the door open. white chocolate entertained us for the rest of the night while chris moved in with how he killed his stepfather when he was 12 because he abused his mom (not funny, but an interesting story), the 150 girls he supposedly fucked after getting out of prison, the time he had sex with 4 girls at once with one girl videotaping it and taking pictures, and his hatred for white girls and most white people in general, even though he was as white as a bed sheet but claimed he was half black. i don't know, you just had to be there. funny ass shit. time to smoke, watch a john waters movie, meet schipper for dinner in the village, and go to courtney's for the night.
still need a place to live and a job.

Life is damn good. i'm enjoying myself fully. Went to my house in vermont today with the ladyfriend to drop off my tv and fridge cuz i wouldn't have had enough room in my car to get everything back in one trip when the semester ends. saw pappa nerr. he's doing well, still makes really bad jokes. good to see him. Went to metalfest, good times. Metal and Mosh are great and all, but the highlight was probably T-Rex unleashing his wrath upon me in the hotel room. Oh and getting hit in the balls. that was another highlight. Courtney's friends PJ and devon are fucking awesome gentleman. Their drummer needs to quit and then they need to let me play drums for them. Liz's friend thinks he found an apartment for me to live in this summer in Brooklyn. Going this week with her to hang out in the city and job hunt so I know i'll actually have money to be able to pay for the apartment.

it took 2 and a half years, but skidmore feels like home. Yeah it definitely has it down sides, yeah i like to bitch about it when given the opportunity. but i don't know, i think i'm finally happy and comfortable here. I can't believe these words are coming out, but i'm really not looking forward to the end of the year and the summer.

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eric don't ask me why my room smells like ass, i won't answer it. you know that's what you'll ask too.