concertina

i decided that i would blog, i guess. might as well try my best to make it a habit as i will be spending a lot of time alone, weirdly enough.

i have been listening to lotsa at the drive in, which is cedric's and omar's [from the volta, of course] old band. john frusciante and the flea played on it, but there were other different members and the style is totally different - so i don't really think of them as early volta but whatever people want to say.

i have been writing a lot of pretty acoustic stuff on my auntie's amazing guitar but now i have to use my electric [my acoustic is missing a string, and besides, it doesn't have a cutaway which means i would have to re-write it all anyways] so that's very sad.

it will still be fun. i'm going to try to get out of the house as much as i can - when my brother is awake, i am supposed to be playing with him. no exaggeration.

he gets up at 7 a.m. but josh, who is still trying to make up sleep from the past year or at least the past week, has to get up and let him be a brat. he's all right but he's just so whiny and my dad and heather never follow through. "seriously, i am going to leave you on the side of the road! seriously, i will take it away!" and of course, he's a little genius [he gets it from his brotha] and he knows they don't mean it...

oh gosh.


i made some ranch dressing and grilled veggies and i thought it tasted funny and everyone was like "well josh, don't you know it's BACON ranch?

..bacon? in ranch? puree'd [ha.] bacon in ranch dressing, something uhmurican enough as it is, only enough so you can barely taste it but it's still not vegetarian.

fuck the ranch, my grilled veggies were amazing.


i know i have been whining this whole post but that's what blogging should be for, even though i am actually really happy. i mean i'm homesick and i fucking miss people like crazy but i still am excited for finally being able to work and stuff.


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nobody send me "partay!!!!!1" invitations because i don't lurve them, l0lzies, but some mail would be cool.

[hey, i never got my totebag!]
maybe meghna will remember.

leave lots of comments. i know you don't care if it happens but maybe it will inspire me to do this more often.