NEW TEMPLATE BITCHES

New template... it took me way too long to figure out how to get my god damn link/myshit bars on the side of this fucking thing.. but i really wanted comments... so fuckin' comment on this shit.

So yeah... my net is going slower than molasses in January. Anyway.

Everything in my life is going pretty damn good. Buncha people came home last weekend for Homecoming... seeing all of them makes me yearn to go away to college even more than I already do... all the stories... all the chicks... all the... booze... oh man. I want that! Why not me?!

Got to hang out and party with Tim a great deal. Not having him around kinda sucks. It's weird. He's always had his locker next to me, and I could always count on him being in band or something with me... but not this year. I'm stuck with a bunch of people older than me whose skills rival that of 2nd graders who have just been handed an assortment of shakers and other hand percussion. I would step up and offer to help some of these guys, but I really don't think it's my place. Needless to say, I'll only be spending one semester in this performance group. Small group jazz (which is basically me and this other kid my age on bass jamming with a bunch of old jazz cats, really good times.. I love it) class is going really well. Even though the other drummer in that group sucks ass, too.

--Drummers that happen to read this.--

Does a normal jazz drummer throw down a heavy four on the floor and play the "ding--jock-uh ding" ride pattern throughout an entire song?

--None drummers.--

Should morons that can only play loud and obnoxiously be aloud in a jazz combo?

--Everyone in unison now...--

NO!

In other snooze, the van has been done away with. It was a bittersweet farewell though. That thing had been a champ for all 11 years that we've owned it. Sending it away with 128,000 miles on its back. It's been to Wyoming and back. Grand Canyon and back. Florida and back twice. Niagara Falls and back. Washington DC and back twice. And countless times that thing has been driven to Green Bay and Detroit. Even many times back and forth between EIU and other colleges. A fuckin' champ. El Diablo Rojo. Or as Pat called it. The Sin Bin, will live on in our hearts forever.

But, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I have a new (well, new to me anyway) car. You see... my dad bought a slightly used '97 Chrystler Concorde, and I am now the proud owner of his old '99 Chevy Malibu.

I'm a big happy guy, in a quick little car.

Listen to the new Green Day album. I give it a 9/10.