My name is Walter. If you know me, then you don't. If you don't, then you might learn from what lies below.
(local college, for those unsure)
In other news I think I might want to be a musician. I want to play with a group. How do I do that?
Need to find a metal band. Really almost any band. Just something.
I don’t see why we don’t let people kill themselves.
If I ever give up, I will probably find a pretty fun way to do it, and you won’t be able to stop me.
If I could summarize myself with a series of chords, they would probably be root and diminished 6th 9-chords without the third or seventh intervals, alternating endlessly in a syncopating rhythm.
Beautiful people everywhere. Well, not everywhere. But they are there. Somewhere. Nowhere. Everywhere. Like I said, beautiful people are everywhere.
I like to look at them. I think everybody does, at least until they gain a bigger reason to not look at them. They make me freeze, they make my eyes stare. How can they be so beautiful? Why can’t I be that beautiful? Was it genetic, or was it the way I took care of myself? I get so many questions.
Morphodron (Rom Di Prisco) - Dr Know
I’m not sure if I like this artist because I grew up with the video games he wrote music for and loved them, or if this guy is a musical genius.
He seems to have a way with the beats.
I guess that’s what happens when you write music for 30 years. Anyway, listen to this shit. It’s catchy as fuck.
EDIT: It’s now my new phone alarm. A song has to be particularly musically neutral but very good anyway. Lots of perfect fifths and ninths, etc.
Listen to this too, plox. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oootXQYrLOM
Turns out the place-of-work next door that my parents have urged me to turn in an application for does pre-employment, random during-employment, and “post-accident” drug testing.
So how do I tell my parents that I really don’t care to work for anyone who does drug testing?
I don’t want to stop smoking every once and a while. It’s really refreshing.
Moreover, I find it really fucking offensive that employers don’t recognize the blatant discrimination at place when you do pre-employment and during-employment drug testing in a setting that has nothing to do with drugs. It makes sense if you’re doing research on controlled substances, maybe, but outside of that context, it is baseless.
If an employee is a drug-user and you think they deserve to be fired, but you can’t prove it based on their performance or from any sorts of incidents, then maybe they aren’t a bad employee after all?
If you fire somebody for a reason unrelated to their performance as an employee, you are firing them for reasons that do not matter regarding their employment, and you are being discriminatory.
So what do I do now? I guess everybody drug tests.
“You’re a shitty character, towelie.”
“Hehe. I know.”
So while we wait for tomorrow, lets do instead of don’t.
I may need to get a job that requires a drug test, sometime soon.
At the same time, I really don’t have much to do these nights alone in my room, and getting baked and playing old video games is just so fucking fantastic.
I have weed. Why not smoke it?
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. I keep putting it on a higher priority than staying straight and hoping for a job. I keep telling myself that the cisco gig will work out and everything will be okay, but really.
Things are probably not going to be good anytime soon.
Romulus III, by Rom Di Prisco.
This music was one of the more defining soundtracks that I grew up with. It’s very trance-y.
Brings back such a rush of childhood and those memories.
