Music-Avenged Sevenfold-Chapter Four

Mood-Hungover

Steve FINALLY got the new PA. it's pretty kick-ass, 16-channel mixer with 1200 watts of pure machine! we spent probably about 3 hours trying to figure the damn thing out... the monitor outputs wouldn't work. Turns out that we're going to need an entire other power amp, 500 watts at least, to take care of monitor business. So for now we're just running the monitors and speakers in series and hoping not to blow anything. The system does sound really awesome though. We put Steve's discman through channel 12, and put the gain up to 2, and it was freaking awesome. We put on some new school alexisonfire and just rocked out in the basement. it was vibrating the entire house. And outside. Sick.  After we get the new power amp, we're going all out and getting a live rig. we already have a couple smoke machines and lights lined up, but nothing to really mount them and make them look good. this way we can get a nice industrial strength backdrop, and get some more lights and robo-lights and put on some sick indie shows.

Having said that, i drank considerably more than i should've last night, saying as i had to work this morning. Geez... 12 beers before bed seems like a good idea until you get up at 6. I'm starting to feel a little better, but..ugh. Work was a living hell this morning. I originally didnt intend to get drunk last night. Stevo just offered me a beer after our hard work on the system, and who am i to turn down such an offer? As it so often does, one beer turned into two. two into 4. i ended up having 7 at steve's house. Then Lisa drove me home, and i figured i'd just go straight to bed so i wouldn't be too tired in the morning. It was actually a decent time, 12:30, and i was feeling pretty good about myself and my amazing handling of time. of course, i enter the home, and there's Ryan and Boots. with a table covered in beer bottles. Naturally, Ryan offered me a beer. So i accepted. and the cycle began anew. I stumbled off to bed after my twelfth. And a pizza. And im not a big guy. 5 foot 9, 135 pounds? gee zeus!

so yeah. now im listening to avenged sevenfold and nursing wounds i didn't know i had. i mis my girlfriend. to my devoted readers-grimus pantu rein!

LONDON

i dont have to work this afternoon. you'd think that'd be rock, but i have nothing to do. all my friends are either busy or on vacation. steve said that he might come over later to jam, but he has to see what time he gets back from his x-ray. it's cool though, i like this site. i had some nice people want to be my friend. except this one girl. she wasn't very nice. she said "it's guys like you that make me hate america." i'm not really sure what she meant by it, since i'm canadian, but im pretty sure it was meant to be mean. oh well, not everyone is as friendly and understanding as me :P LONDON

Music-Alexisonfire-Accidents

Mood-Tired/Annoyed

My parents are away, and everybody knows what that means... PARTY! except. not. I've been working so effing much that it seems i barely have time to eat and sleep, let alone party. I wasn't home until almost 8:30 yesterday, and i was pretty scared that i might be missing Corner Gas, but lo and behold! due to the incredible power of the mass idiocy that is people who watch TV, my corner gas was removed in order to make room for reality TV. This isn't the first time it's happened either. Back in the day, during the last season, Global took Frasier off of Tuesday nights to make room for...yes, the shittiest excuse for television ever thought up by fat americans living in California, Fear Factor. I hate reality TV, but more i hate the people that must be clogging up our nation that actually watch the garbage. You see them every day. They're the people listening to Fiddy Cent in their bitchin' system, cruising down the street knowing full well that no one around has anything better to do but listen to their 'music'. They're the people that have the capability of ruining music just by listening to it. And they're the people crowding out my TV shows. I don't ask much out of the television. It's just a box i plug my gamecube into. All i want from the incorporated bastards running it is ONE good show in the week. one, that's all i ask for. CTV could air nothing but Fear Factor and The Bachelor the rest of the week as long as Thursdays at 8:30 remained free. But no, that's just a little too hard for them to do. So i enjoyed watching a bunch of mediocre singers butcher Gordon Lightfoot songs as Mini-Brian managed to fit what could be a 5-10 minute show into the hour where my Corner Gas should have been. Oh yeah, and tiff went away :( so now the only company i have while the house is my own is Scott and sSeve. Which is usually okay, but you can only get stoned so many times with the same guys. Well, maybe not. I guess it couldn't hurt. On a lighter note, i found out the over-masturbation can make you premature. goodness.

next thing i learn is that DnD makes you go bald. well, until next time,

LONDON