Holy shit.

Three fucking months? It's only been that long and already I'm back here?! Fuck, man.
Since my last post, loads of rad shit has happened; I found a new girlfriend whom I love very much, and, well. Okay That's it, but the point is I'm now considerably busier than I was before...

Music! Records records records. You should go get Periphery's Self Titled that come out last year on Roadrunner because it's nothing short of fucking amazing and you should all be holding your groins in pant-wetting anticipation for David Bazan's 'Strange Negotiations'. If you didn't donate to help making that record then you are a very very heartless person who should adopt a starving African child to partially make up for the equilibrium you have so subtly tilted. ]

Also, me and a friend are working on a split e.p. Maybe I'll post it here, maybe I'll work hard and properly put it out, maybe I'll buy a fucking ukulele and just go absolutely mental with the bitcrusher ; Who knows?

Desktop Dicking.

I change the look of my desktop far too often. I think it might be because It makes me feel like I'm actually doing something productive when In reality I'm just cocking about with Geektool for no point or purpose.

I Feel like  I should mention the track you can see playing too. 'Whips' by The Wind-up Bird (Joe Grimm) has got to be one of the most heartfelt, emotionally draining but absolutely exhilarating records I've ever heard. The title of each track forms the sentence 'I'm sorry I've become this monster, I love you A lot' and documents the Start, downfall and ultimately the end of a relationship with his then girlfriend. The track 'This' Is particularly difficult to listen to as it features an answer machine message from aforementioned ex-girlfriend, slowly weaving in and out of complete head-fuckery until It's almost unrecognizable. Anyone who has been through a breakup will fall so deeply in love with this record, NASA will have to invent a gigantic hydraulic drill and shaft system to pull you out.

Odd how things change.

When I was about 8, I wanted to be a superhero.
When I was about 11, I wanted to be a rap star.
When I was about 14, I wanted to be a rock star.
When I was about 16, I wanted to be a botanist.

I'm 19 now, and I just want to be happy.

Like looking in the mirror...

..If my mirror was some kind of passage way to a fucked up parallel dimension where everything has a hotkey and everyone communicates through macros. If anyone is reading this (ha!) and plays on Vek'nilash then hit me up!

Soon.

Om dit mijn huis, alstublieft.

I Can't stop thinking about how much happier I would be here. It's just too beautiful.

Diary.

I am so glad this record exists.

Urrrg.

This medication is well and truly doing my fucking head in. 3 hours sleep last night, no wonder I'm such a grumpy bastard all the time, Either that or I'm just pissed at people only talking to me when they either want something or have nothing better to do, but oh well.

The plan for today consists of not moving from this space for several hours and playing the shit out of WoW. It's a sad situation when your virtual life is better than your actual life, but at least I don't have to actually socialize.