mike d; creator of wonderful 3:45 ams

old testament style sex says:
how's the play

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
unstarted

old testament style sex says:
gosh

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i smell like sickness, and fucked upppp

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and urban jazz

old testament style sex says:
urban jazz is pretty cool. brian and i created some 'urban jazz' today with my drum machine's presets and his guitar

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
want a hit?

old testament style sex says:
i'd love a hit. just let me grab my belt

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
i've got teh theme to 2001 jazz style?

old testament style sex says:
oh i thought you meant heroin

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
well, you get love island

old testament style sex says:
is it in anyway at all like heroin?

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
ive been taking these tylenols w/ codeine, and drinking whisky, *puts finger over lips all naughty like)

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
and now, listening to san juan sunset

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
which, you also need, now

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however, both songs, not at all an example of what i was just talking about

old testament style sex says:
popping pills and urban jazz.

not that's what i call a perfect 3:43 am
2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
it's not urban jazz

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and im sick

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
heh, i am however, fuuuuaaaacked

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THIS shit is BOOOOMB

old testament style sex says:
i'm recovering from 3 days of fucked.
bearlys on wednesday?

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
yeah probably

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now im just listening to weird al

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
what the fuck

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
this is so awesome

old testament style sex says:
you know you were really big in the 80s if weird al did a parody of one of your songs

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
haha yeah

old testament style sex says:
im trying to remember where i heard that said.
i'm also trying to remember the name of a wicked japanese movie about vampires and pop stars

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
earlier tonite i was looking for naked pictures of whoopi goldberg

old testament style sex says:
there are some of her and ted danson somewhere, i'm sure

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
yeah, in a perfect world

old testament style sex says:
i tried to find naked pictures of the cast of the golden girls and only got naked pictures of denise richards and neve campbell in wild things

2-Slice/4-Slice Automatic Toaster says:
i'd like to find some posh spice nipple slips

old testament style sex says:
there's a pretty awsome spice girl makeover on paperdollheaven

old testament style sex says:
but i don't think you're going to find any naughty posh spice pictures anywhere

if this confession booth's a swayin' don't come a prayin'

i got my drum machine yesterday, and i'm having a lot of fun with it.

last night was confusing yet fun. after 2 hours in the cold waiting for a bus from antigonish, i got inside and drank champagne with ladies.
this morning, after 3 hours of sleep, i was made pretty in preparation for being disgusting. one greasy greek house jumbo breakfast, 3 cups of coffee and 1 glass of apple juice later, i'm in bayers lake, at a store i hate. i actually bought something. it's very plain, yet nautical.
i drank some rock star juice and then went to more stores with 2 friends. i bought nothing. 2 hours later i'm at the halifax shopping centre.
i buy a white sweater with a very nice hood, and i saw emilie working at perks.
my morning started out very nicely, but i got more and more irritated as the time went by and my withdrawl was growing stronger and my desperation becoming very evident. i ended up being a cunt and i pretty much told my friends to go without me.
i left the mall alone after eating some more gross food(a&w)
while at the mall i saw a boy i slept with on halloween(he was dressed as courtney love) who i hadnt spoken to in awhile. he made a pretty dashing courtney love.

right now is pretty awsome. my drum machine and i, reunited

choke

i thought about choke today.
someone is selling a buttload of cds on locals, and choke was on their list.

it reminded me of trips to halifax from chester when i was 14 to see them.
and how i bought the pink choke tank top they were selling at their merchandise table, obviously meant for the girlfriends of the boys who like choke to buy and wear. i still have it somewhere.

i'm gonna be your number one

i missed bearlys.
and i AM that kind of girl.

i think i produce a noise or some kind of scent that attracts creepy bastards. on my way home from bearlys, a guy was walking in the opposite direction. i turned around at one point, and he had crossed to my side of the street and was walking behind me. he was pretty close, so i stopped to light a cigarette to see if he would walk past me. he bent down to tie his shoe. i kept walking and i got inside my house. after i was inside i hear a knock at my door. this guy was knocking on my fucking door. of course i didnt answer it. i looked out harleys window later and he wasnt there. ugh.

people are talking about synthesizers on locals, and it's making me miss my hammond. i loved that thing.


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a little bit of drool on my keyboard

let the vanity continue

i bought a new hair straightener and the national inquirer today. i'm going to read it while watching sex and the city.

today i spent 7 hours at the studio. i made two coffee runs and drew pictures with ben, the guitar player. i did important stuff too, like take all the notes for each take and i took everything apart at the end.
afterwards, i spent a few hours with the band members. we ate mcdonalds food (which is feeling gross right now), listened to portishead,and talked about sex. next time he's in the city, i'm going to take ben to the aliant building to ride the elevator. i like ben a whole lot.

i cut a lot of my hair off last night. february has been a month of continuous change in my appearance. i'm liking how it's turning out.

i saw the sex play for a second time last night. newwave sat with me.
it was much better than the show on tuesday. i liked it.

ed introduced me to someone i already had met over xmas vacation during an m&m war at antigonish's pizza shop, the wheel. it seems that i know everyone mr. renzi knows, from ellie macdonald to john rodgers.

after the show, i proceeded to drink the cast's/ed's alcohol and got trashed. i talked about music with one of the actors, which i, strangely, haven't done out of educational context in a pretty long time. the only slightly discouraging thing about this course is that music has become something completely different for me. i analyze every bit of every single song i listen to. what would have worked better, what quality is the recording, the timbre of each instrument. the appreciation is there, just in a different way. well, i pretty much said 'fuck you brain' last night and just listened to abba. not much to analyze there anyway.

i yelled all night about how big a douchebag ed is and how no one should like him. not that ed's a bad guy, but he has a way of making you feel inadequate, especially in our classes and in the studio. i liked seeing him work on the show, because he fucked up a bunch of times and it reminded me of how i was working sound and lights at the age of 11, and really never made any mistakes. so he's not as great as everyone believes. its terrible to have thoughts like that about other people, but i told him ALLL about my thoughts last night, and he didnt seem to care. he's aware that i also think he's brilliant in other respects, like the original music he did for the sex play, and how he completely transformed the terrible kickdrum track on this horrible song to sound like the drummer actually knew what he was doing.

last night i also talked extensively about 'boning' people. that was a little embarrasing, and i feel bad for harassing poor ivan. but, thankfully, no one was in the mood to 'take a trip to the boneyard' so i see that as a very good thing this morning. and hopefully ed will keep our conversation about my dirty thoughts regarding ben to himself.

so quarter after 4 rolls around, the married women are kissing the gay men, the loaded sound boys are stealing the prop cigarettes, and the trashed idiot has said the word 'bone' about 8000 times. it's time to go. i think about the long walk to my house on dresden row, and the thought is not appealing. ed can't host me, ivan isn't going home, and lindsay;s house was warm and close, but for some reason i really didnt want to sleep there. luckily a girl named elizabeth was taking a cab to birmingham and was kind enough to let me share it with her.

this morning i stepped in cat piss and wanted to hang myself. i have no food so i ate a bag of semi sweet chocolate chips that i was going to use to make cookies for my room mate jordan. i could have made cookies, but i wrote this terribly long post instead.

mr lonely/bobby vinton: take 2

4 hours of sleep, 2 midterms, 5 hours of sex and the city,3 poutines and 8000 thoughts later....

AND I'M CRAZY

anyone want to get married? tomorrow.
then we;ll go see the sex play

i want to be a band

i bought a drum machine today on ebay

i've wanted to buy one for about a month now.
because i want to start playing music in the city.
no one will ever come see a show because of me, but it would be fun to do more than busking on streets.
i want it to be sort of along the ligns of portishead/the sneaker pimps.
i'm trying to find a way that i can afford a hammond. or a rhodes.
if i quit smoking, drinking and eating i could spend the 1000 i have right now to buy a used organ/synth.
hahaha that will never happen. so i guess getting a job it is.

some girls at junk and foibles like the sweater i painted, and the bag i made. they said they don't have any bags to sell, and that i should meet with their owner to see if i could sell them through the store. i think that would be great. each bag costs me about 20 cents to make.

i've got many things on my mind

glory box

the listening assignment that has driven me crazy for the past week was finished sunday, passed in monday, and better be praised next monday.
portishead is hard to analyze. especially when more than half the instruments in the song are either programmed or sampled from someone else's song.

today is valentines day, and it's already more eventful than any valentines day has ever been.
i spent my morning at the studio today, continuing to record eon bomb. ben shared his hot chocolate with me.
tonight i'll eat dinner with stephen and others at the one world.
after dinner, i'm going to go see the sex play with classmates and ben,matt and scott from eon bomb. i think that will be pretty special.

now i'm important!

i helped lindsay write a song for her band.
it's called 'amy's song'
it's pretty bitchin
and it's based on a true story

i had a really weird dream last night. i was in mississippi with a bunch of people from chester and antigonish and halifax.
we were all staying in a tiny cabin in the woods by a river. my room mate harley, some black girl i didnt know and i were in a boat going down river because the black girl found the house of the people that used to enslave her ancestors and wanted to go steal from them.
we find the house and we break in, then she decides she doesnt want to steal anything, but just look through their stuff.
we look through all the rooms of this huge house. harley steals a clock. i steal one of their daughters uniforms from a dairy queen/mcdonalds restaurant. the hat has a big orange tiger on it, and the girls name tag says lola. the black girl ends up stealing a silver fork.
after we leave the house, we find our boat has disappeared. so we walk down the side of the river until we get back to the cabin where everyone is asleep, except for savannah and derrick who are making hot dogs

antigonish, potatos and fish

my best friend mark drove to halifax from antigonish yesterday to visit. he also brought my friend wil.
those boys are very very sweet.
except when they're drunk, which was not a pretty scene.
mark yelled at me for a long time about missing scribbler's set, and taking him to reflections. i was pretty much on the verge of tears.
he tried to leave a couple of times, but i wouldnt have it. he fell asleep on my couch.
this morning he couldnt remember most of what happened, and he apologized and thanked me for not letting him leave.

my evening ended on a high note though. sloppy drunk sex is the cure for anything.

i like beth gibbons

she's forgiven for being british

bonnaroo music festival

radiohead is headlining the bonnaroo music and arts festival in manchester, TN, USA.
they are playing along with bela fleck and the flecktones, beck, and cat power and about a thousand others bands.

HOLY FUCKIN SHIT
estimated cost per radiohead-lovin girl from nova scotia: $1260.62
tickets go on sale february 11th

start donating to the radiohead-lovin girl from nova scotia fund.......

NOW!

mega macdaddy of ecology

captain planet has restored all my faith in humanity

i pierced my face today.