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| Monday, December 31st, 2001 | | 7:10 am |
| | Tuesday, December 11th, 2001 | | 11:36 am |
I've been spending nearly all my time playing with my bass and keyboard, and I've been getting much better with both of them. I love the bass, and I have developed my methods of playing it. I might even go so far as to say I'm a decent bass player. I've written some fresh songs with it, and now I'm getting ready to start recording things. I gotta get some kind of four track or a mixer or something. I don't want to use a computer very much, at least not until the initial recording is done. Vegas is a really cool program to produce shit with. I might have a new job, so I can get back to buying all the stuff I need. So hopefully when I show the final product to the public, they like it. Not much else, that's pretty much all I've been doing, playing music, looking for a job, assembling the stuff we need for the Rabbitlock site, although I don't know what's happening with that. George has been pretty much saying fuck you to some people, although I'm not sure where he stands on me, since he doesn't actually list any names. I don't know. I don't even see him anymore, so.... what was I saying, oh. Nothing. Yeah that's about it. Current Mood:  tiredCurrent Music: some horrible christmas cd my mom put in. | | Thursday, November 29th, 2001 | | 12:45 pm |
Rediculous
Well, I haven't seen anybody for the past week. Why? Because I've been incredibly ill. When I woke up Sunday at Scott Burgesons house, I was incredibly sick. I threw up about four times (for the first time in as long as I can remember) and went home. Later, I started breathing all crazy. Went to the doctor in the morning and he said I had some kind of Asthma attack. Having no history of Asthma, it could've been a newly developed allergic style reaction, so it was the mixture of crap at Scotts, must be. Mostly cigarette smoke, I'm sure since it always seems to make me sick anyway. So I got on this nebulizer thing, where I suck all the fumes in and it breaks up the crud in my lungs. I feel almost 100% now, so that's good. Sorry to the Murder Squad for any missed meetings, but I was in no condition to move off of my couch, except for a short trip in Adams Stratus the other night. But I'm recovered, so I'm pretty much good to go. Me and George are gonna put together the fourth album "The Rediculous Taco", and then I'm gonna start some new projects, not to be revealed yet. I'm not stopping Rabbitlock, just working on some solo stuff at home, and teaming up with a friend or two for some jam sessions and some fresh new stuff that's gonna blow up cuz It'll be great. Well, I'll see all my homies in the near future, hopefully. I'll be avoiding Aldos to stay away from the smoke, and avoiding smoke in general for a little while. Peace. Current Mood:  artisticCurrent Music: My Bass being played by me right now. | | Wednesday, November 14th, 2001 | | 7:57 pm |
I don't care nothin bout it
Woah.... I haven't updated in a long time. What's happened.. some crazy guy has taken over Carl Petersons house, Rabbitlock has either completed or is one session away from completion of the fourth album, "The Rediculous Taco". It'll be like "HOly Hell" (the 2nd album) in the way that there is 15-20 new tracks, nad a bunch of old impossible to find early tracks and rarities. It'll be fresh. Let's see, I got fired today. How? Why? Some girl came and tied to buy 15 dollar sweatpants with a hundred dollar bill. All well and good, then I open the drawer and don't have enough change. Tell her I need to get her change, she doesn't want to wait so she takes her money and leaves. The pants are still there, the money is all there. The computer thinks I'm short, but the drawer isn't. I explain to my boss that it isn't my fault, that it's computer error. She looks at me like she's retarded, and just repeats some shit about store policy. Dumb. Hopefully I can straighten it out with my other boss who knows about it but wasn't there today. He should be able to get me my job back, and I'm sure whoever returned the sweatpants to their rightful rack remembers seeing them (grey sweatpants with a big dumb-looking bow in the front). Oh well, I hated the job anyway, my only concern is that I owe my mother like 250 dollars. In other news, possible extended road trip around the country with Shane Saxton and Vince Miller within the next year. Everyone is completely serious about it and I have nothing holding me here, so it seems likely. I was gonna move in with George and Colleen, but I don't know if that'll happen now, cuz of some things, no beef, just complications. I must obtain a playstation 2 for the purpose of playing GTA3. People having been fucking each other over a lot lately, doing really shady shit. Money goes missing, bitches get jocked, bitches get played, kittens are spawned and incubated, dick buffer won't let anyone in Carls house whenever Carl isn't home or when he is sleeping(most of the time), people get fired for nothing, All fucked up. I don't care nothin bout it. Current Mood:  anxiousCurrent Music: System of a Down- Toxicity | | Monday, October 29th, 2001 | | 1:19 pm |
Alright, I haven't updated in a while. Let me see, not much new to say. I got a bass, and have been playing it most of my time awake, otherwise I'm working or hanging out at Carls house. It's been harder to find my friends recently, but GEORGE: we must get together info for the rabbitlock site and send it. DAMON AND ADAM (or 22 and Sawed-Off): you know damn well what we need to do, JOELLE: nothing in particular, but we should do something soon anyway (plus I want my movie back). Well that's it. Current Mood:  cheerfulCurrent Music: Brotha Lynch Hung- Q Ball | | Saturday, October 6th, 2001 | | 1:23 am |
HEY GUYS
Ummm I went to Noodle's house tonight....now spiderman lives in my pocket. And Dopppleganger, too. But they don't fight, they just lay incased in a plastic storage device, awaiting their deaths. Anybody wanna hang out with me tomarrow after work? Hopefully I don't have to work Sunday morning. I think I might be doing something at rAndo's house for a bit. But after that I'm going insane and tearing off my flesh, and replacing it with shiny blue wrapping paper and glue...lots and lots of glue is necessary to seal the preshess preshess fluids...I must not bleed to death like the naked leach-man-god in Begotten, and then some creature climbs out from beneath my robe and, well it's a long story. Point is you should do the same...k? Current Mood:  infuriatedCurrent Music: 18DS-Squirl 4 | | Wednesday, October 3rd, 2001 | | 2:09 am |
What Am I Doing?
What am I doing with my life? nothing. I don't want to do something to secure my lifestyle, I'm not looking for some high paying job, otherwise I'de be in college. I'm not concerned about impressing anybody. I want to create. I love music, I love to draw, and I love to make movies. I want to do all these things, but I have no self confidence. I don't think I'm good at these things, I see so many things other people created that are so much better than anything I've done. And this is also why I have no girlfriend, why nobody is interested. People tell me I have talent, and people tell me that I am attractive, but I don't accept these things. Why? I don't know. I don't think it's true. I can't explain it, I just hate myself. I recieve no emotional support from my family, but I don't know how that makes me feel because I don't even like them, except my mom, although she has some problems that make it hard to live with her, although I can't really blame her. I can't blame anybody for their problems, because I don't want to blame myself for mine. I hate my life, and myself. I haven't killed myself or done anything drastic like that because once in a while I have fun, and enjoy life. I don't hate life, just the state of the world, society, and my position, you know? My place sucks. George and Colleen want to move to Colorado, and they want me to go to. I don't know if that would really help me though. It would be better because I would be out of my house, but then I will be somewhere else, and I don't know what the future holds for any of the three of us. Me and those two are notorious for getting into arguments and fights. Me stuck in the middle of Colorado by myself if things go wrong isnt the best sounding situation. I admit most of the fights between me and George happen because we are supposed to do something and I cancel the plans. And I don't give a good reason because it's usually because of some personal shit of mine, and I'm not good at expressing myself and opening up to people, because quite often when I try to get shit off my chest I have nobody to talk to but my friends, and as soon as I start talking about it, they basically tell me to shut up, change the subject, or I find out that this person really doesn't understand me or where I'm coming from. I AM ALONE in every possible way. I hate it, but there is nothing I can do. I realize I will most likely never be happy, even slightly happy, no matter where the future takes me. All I see for the future of the world is decay and destruction, and most likely the extinction of our species at the hands of the so called "good guys" wether they start it or finish it. I just hope it happens after I'm dead, hopefully of old age. THIS IS WHY I'LL NEVER HAVE KIDS. Not to quote SLC Punk but there really is no future for them. Or anybody really. I'm gonna last as long as I can though, because I'm not gonna let the mass group of hairless apes drown my parade, although they've been raining on it steadily and heavily for some time now. Current Mood: peacefulCurrent Music: Clash- Rudy Can't Fail | | Friday, September 28th, 2001 | | 2:03 am |
YO
First off, if you don't know, Rabbitlock (me and George's insane freestyle insanity music project) has a bunch of new songs to download on mp3.com. So go to the following and download them: http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/290/rabbitlock.htmlOkay. I am writing out a rough script for this movie I want to make. It's gonna be fun to make, and it's gonna be great. SO EVERYBODY I KNOW SHOULD BE IN IT. If you wanna have any sized role in the movie, tell me. Respond to this and tell me you want to be in the movie dammit!!!! It's my first attempt at making something with a long plot, a full length movie, and I need people to be in it. No, it's not gonna be all serious, it'll be funny with cheap gore and effects. Even if you have a camcorder, and just want to help film it, I wouldn't mind more angles and stuff, so tell me. I have a small amount of knowledge on editing video and adding music and sound effects and stuff, so hopefully I can get use of some editing equipment when it's done. I'm gonna buy all the tapes and shit, although if anybody really gets into it they can make suggestions, use their own ideas as long as it works with the movie, and help fund too, although I don't expect it. That's it. Current Mood:  contemplativeCurrent Music: The-O | | Wednesday, September 26th, 2001 | | 2:28 pm |
FUCK PEOPLE
It seems like everybody in our group of friends loses interest in hanging out with each other for long periods of time, and some people hang out with pieces of shit that you don't want to be around. And I speak only for myself when I say that it seems like when I meet new people and try to be there friend, they don't wanna be my friend. I do nothing wrong to people, they just don't like me, I guess. So my conclusion is: Fuck everybody who doesn't like me for no reason. I know maybe one or two people who have a reason for not liking me, but a lot of others who talk nice to me but don't respond to me when I try to make plans with them, or just don't reply at all anymore. Nobody likes me, or people want to be assholes, or think they're too good to be my friend: FUCK YOU. I don't need you anyway bitches. That's not to all my friends, just those jerks I'm referring to. And if you think I'm talking about you, I'm propably not. I'm just talking about a few select people, most who are not even on LJ. In other news, I'm about to leave for work. I hope it's cool. Current Mood: aggravatedCurrent Music: System of a Down-Forest | | Sunday, September 23rd, 2001 | | 4:32 pm |
I now have a job at Ames, for those of you I haven't told already. I go to orientation tomarrow at 10:30. Interesting. Now I can start getting the things I need; recording equipment instruments, etc.. I think I need these things: Bass Keyboard Computer 4-Track/ mixing device of some sort mics cords and fx pedals and stuff It's gonna take awhile for me to get these things. Especially if I move out right away, which I wouldn't mind doing GEORGE AND COLLEEN. LET"S DO WHAT WE SAID. In the meantime Adam is beginning to seem unreliable considering Buckshot Allstars recording sessions. I had something I wanted to say in this, but I can't remember what it is, just that I haven't written it. Oh well. I really like that new P.O.D. song Alive, and I don't care what anyone thinks, so FUCK YOU. That was it. Bye. Current Mood:  awakeCurrent Music: P.O.D.-Alive | | Friday, September 21st, 2001 | | 4:35 pm |
YO JERKS
Carl called my house to say he was coming to get me, and my little brother told him I was gone. He didn't know I was waiting outside, so that's a good excuse, so it's all good. The buckshot allstars will crush whoever keeps talkin shit anonymously on Elsbeths LJ, stupid dickface. Speaking of Buckshot Allstars, everyone in it and affiliated should be at Aldos tonight at 8 or 9. Unless this is not a good time for Adam seeing it's his house we will be recording at. Everybody write 4 four line verses about shooting people or gettin down with bitches, or puffin on chronic, aight yall? I got a fresh idea for a song, and two of my verses done so far. BUKBUKBUKSHOT MOTHAFUCKAZZZ. Last night I had a dream that me and Carl broke in my house to get something and then as soon as we got in Scott Burgeson and JayRay just open the door with a key (?). We then go to aldos, and for somereason I can't walk, my legs keep giving out. It takes me 15 minutes to get to the back corner of the room to sit down, then the dream ends........WHATEVER, that was a gay dream, but it was funny. Anyhow, their may be some party event after BUCKshot so get at me MOTHAFUCKAZ. See yall at Aldos tonight. I'm out. Current Mood:  productiveCurrent Music: Buckshot Allstars-(presently untitled) | | Thursday, September 20th, 2001 | | 4:03 pm |
AND IS ANYONE GOING TO HALLOWICKED, CUZ IF I HAVE A RIDE IM GONNA GET A TICKET. | | 3:50 pm |
EVERYBODY SHOULD READ THIS
So yesterday night Carl dropped me off, promising to return in one hour to get me cuz we were supposed to go drink with these people in Ashville (Miranda and Dave not Dave Bloomberg but someone else). So in an hour I go outside, and an hour later I call mirandas house to find that they're gone and Carl has indeed been there. An hour later still no Carl so I go to his house in a rage. Of course he isn't there to say WTF to so I knock his maple leaf ashtray on the floor of the porch and go to Georges, which is good because we made 4 new songs and discussed plans for Rabbitlock. Some cool shit is coming, and it's cooler than before. Carl better have a good explanation, bastard. Now it's today, and I wanna hang out with people. Everybody who reads this and is free today and/or tonight should call me, reply, whatever. I want to see people, nobody ever responds to me dammit. And if anyone would like to invite me to cool things that may be happening tonight or in the near future, please do so. I'm a lot happier today then I have been. Oh, and George gave me a burned copy of the new System of a Down. I like the song about the horse and the jet pilot. Bye. Current Mood: cheerfulCurrent Music: System of a Down-Jet Pilot/X | | Tuesday, September 18th, 2001 | | 7:04 pm |
I'll be at Aldos in about 45 min. to an hour. if anyone wants something to do tonight come hang out with me there. PLEASE. Current Mood:  lonelyCurrent Music: Cure-still Disintigration | | 4:39 pm |
Frustrated
What the hell is my problem? I have only one simple thing, just one thing I want right now that would make me happy, and I can't find it. I also need a job but nobody will fucking hire me. I'm not that fuckin wierd looking am I? Which is the same question I ask in response to my first subject. The only reason I want a job is so I can buy musical instruments, and do what I want to do with my time, instead of just sitting around waiting for my friends to call me or get out of work or whatever. And George, I know you got pictures of me. I need a decent picture of me to scan into my computer to replace that monkey face picture for LJ. Bring me some next time you see me if you would, please. That's it. Current Mood: sadCurrent Music: Cure-disintigration | | Thursday, September 13th, 2001 | | 4:39 pm |
I've got 21 people reading my entries. There is only seven friends on the realrabbitlock newsletter. All my friends should add realrabbitlock to their friends list. | | Tuesday, September 11th, 2001 | | 2:38 pm |
I'm not surprised or shocked that we got attacked like that. I figured something bad would happen sometime in the near future, and it Really fuckin did. Holy Shit. I just hope MSI and The-O survived, as well as Type O Negative. seriously though. | | Wednesday, September 5th, 2001 | | 7:43 pm |
anybody have a gun I could borrow? | | Tuesday, September 4th, 2001 | | 12:47 am |
| | Sunday, September 2nd, 2001 | | 2:06 pm |
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