elliotbunny

god dammit.

I hate green days new music so much.

bless you xanax and vodka

I work at a power plant... and the powers out. :) ironic?

my main phone is working again... you know, the 816-213.... one.

not really posting a lot, because nothing is happening. im pretty obsessed right now with working on my album, so i haven't been online much. i think i'm somewhere around the 55ish mark for songs right now. writing lyrics is a bastard, but working. i've surprised myself with my vocals. the songs are coming out way better than i imagined. a lot of lovely accidental surprises. its made music fun again.

i have to admit i'm eager to perform this material. it's been an interesting challenge building the machines to control my sequencers and computers. lots of soldering and programming! i've decided to name the machine "ICARUS". a fitting tribute to my inspiration for this project >:) don't confuse that with the band name though, it's not.

this band is the most realized of any vision i've ever had. literally from the art direction, to the basic themes behind the lyrics, to the way the equipment will look on stage, all the way down to my clothing. it's costing a lot, which is why it's taking so long. good things to those who wait? having nothing to lose, the wait isn't hurting me too much.

lucas + coppola + disney + jackson + 3d = CAPTAIN EO. i'm so happy i lived in the 80s :D anyone else remember watching this in 3d back in disneyland at the time?

"take on me" is still one of the most perfect songs ever written. thank you a-ha.

i now have 39 "songs" in my bounced down idea folder. i'm starting to feel really comfortable with the software i'm using to record with. also i should point out that using just a keyboard and laptop is so much quicker than using 100lbs of guitar gear and heavy amps. i realize now how limited i was writing wise with just a guitar. if only i had done this earlier maybe things would be different. holy crap. music is actually fun again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1B2J0Zpgxo

unicorn kid!

Owl City!!!!!

not much to post.

1) too poor to afford food and pay bills. 20 to 25 dollars every two weeks is getting really really really really really really really old. and i feel sick all the time.

2) my cat that i've had since i was 10 died a few weeks ago.

3) i've considered joining a military branch just to get out of this life. i can't afford my bills. can't afford to go to school to get a better job. it's a never ending cycle of shit.

4) if i go to police academy i might as well just give up music and touring.

i'm sad. lol. and hungry. whatever happens, i need to get out of kansas city.

holy crap muffins, what is this? a glimmer of hope on the horizon?

i've also recently found out that "build-a-bear" calls their jobs "pawsitions".

this makes me want to work there even more. :(

*cries* i've been throwing up almost every hour since 0530 this morning =( is it a bad sign when someone can't even keep water down? the pain. the pain. *dies*

yep, my foxers is cute :p *thinking about youuuuu*

ahhhhhh it's so cold! and I have a flat tire! so I had to ride my motorcycle to work in 6 degree weather *cries* I'm really dreading the ride home.

I actually got around to setting up my studio for the first time since aug/sept. which resulted in playing my guitar for the first time since then aswell. not quite sure how I feel about it... put me in a really weird/sick mood. it did feel good though, and I've had constant urges to stay in the room and work on stuff. I love when things feel new. guess that's a good sign!

fun thangs I be hearing up at work:
how many babies you got?

oh I got two... wanna see? I think they both by the same man, but the second one I'm not sure... they ugly like they daddy anyway!

ummmhum! they are ugly! only good place to find a man is church!
*laughs*

this concludes fun thangs n shit I be hearing up in mah work. :D

I think i'll go curl up in a ball somewhere and hide until I get off work!

i hate my roommates cat. so. much.

i also hate my job! at least i can request a transfer to a new location, which will hopefully be approved. im officially sick of dealing with the ignorant, ghetto trash that bling-blings its way through my door every evening. i was hoping MFF would purge me of my work related depression, and it did... til i went back the first day and some guy called me a "nigger" and it all came crashing back down again. lolz. i also can't quit smoking while i'm at this place. i NEED cigarettes to survive there. given the fact that everyone there smokes, it's kinda difficult to put it down when everyone around me is enjoying a delicious smokey treat :| oh camel crush, i <3 u.

i'm curious, do pharmaceutical companies manufacture medications to keep people from dreaming? i just realized this morning, after yet again another band related nightmare... that they're not going away. they kicked me out in august/sept, and i'm still having nightmares on almost a nightly basis. it's starting to make sleeping difficult, knowing that the second my head hits the pillow, that i'm faced with them telling me how better off they are, how much i fucked up everything all the time, how much better their music is now without me, listening to them laugh at my music now. yeah, guess you guys knew what was best for me! this will make me "happier". fuck you guys. you never paid attention to what was really happening. fuck you.

in happiness though, i likes me a firefoxbc :)

benny and denny. benden. *flails* too cute. I actually like my first name for once :o

soooo I have a secret with a large fluffy tail :D

Made it back from MFF safe n sound! and only missing a few more brain cells! whoooooo. This con was by far the most rock star i've been to.

( goooooo )

When I moved to my new flat I was very happy but when I worked out that the whispering voices that I can hear when I put my head under the water in the bath belong to dead people I wasn't happy any longer, particularly because I realised that every time I put my head under the water when I had a bath the voices were slightly louder than the time before.
I tried not putting my head under the water when I had a bath but every fucking time curiosity got the better of me and I had to try it just for a second just to check and of course, even half a second of that sort of thing would bother anyone.
I keep asking the landlord to put a shower in but he prevaricates and says things like what do you want a shower for thats a lovely old bath thats an antique that is look at it it's Victorian you'd pay top dollar for one of those at the reclamation yard.
It's all right for him. He hasn't got fucking dead people talking to him every time he washes his hair.

I think I'm getting a cold. My throat is particularly sore. and I also have dandruff. I'll just smoke more cigarettes.

Oh and I had this rather bizarre dream about hanging out with a fox. We were eating food at a restaurant, except in our corner there was a shower... which he discovered and decided to play with. I become concerned because the fox would get wet *cough* only to discover that once inside the shower, he had disappeared. I searched with the restaurant attendants until closing time, but we could never figure out what happened. until later that is. he ended up... *corrupted data loss restart please*