Jamming and Depression

Holy shit. It's been a long-ass week. I'm tired everyday coming home. I can't get up in the morning. It's natural.

You see, this is testing week... so I have to set my alarm for about 7:00 every morning. I'm glad that I did, too, because I'm extremely unmotivated to do *sigh* schoolwork, so I end up actually getting up around 8:00, and it takes at least... 45 minutes to an hour to get all the way downtown. Nice.

After testing, I've been ritualistically going over to Koa's. It's only natural since we finally have a drum-set... and that Jamie is working like a damn drone. Eh. I doubt he enjoys it anymore than ANYONE in his social life does.

Monday, I think we jammed. A lot. I came home that night with soar-ass fingers. I'm surprised I didn't get a blister. The next day, the original plan was to Jam again, but we ended up hauling his big ass couch and some random useless shit that he also had stored in that fucking thing. That night, it was my wrists. I could barely ball a fist without my ligaments trying to explode. Then, today, we ended up walking about in a craving for Free-Running. Ended up lifting some snacks from Fred Myers. John got himself a serving of video-games. Not exactly sure what he plans to do with them. Sell them? Capitalist. :noid

Speaking of John, after our little walk when he got home, apparently he received some nasty blisters and bruises on his feet, blisters on his inner thighs, and he said his ass was bleeding temporarily. Why did he tell me these things? Fuck if I know. Because of these things, he's not coming to Koa's tomorrow. Suits me just fine, we were going to jam again, seeing as we now have a mic for Jamie. [Hopefully he can show up =\ ]

I've still been feeling 'meh'. Depression? Maybe. More of an... Angry/Lonely depression. Obviously I'll never be satisfied until things are changed in our society, but theres just this part of me that demands change. I do the same things, in the same town, in the same manner, all the time. Repetitive. [ I can't imagine how Jaz gets by x_x ] I want to live how I've always wanted to live. And after thought, I want to do it with some company of my own... I've been single for... fuck, a while now. And it was cool, I didn't care... but lately I have to admit, it's been a bit lonely and drab.

Ah, but whatever, right? I'll just have to wait. Fuck, it's already 10. The next test is the Mathematics test. Not only my weak point, but my great disinterest point. Mathematics bore the shit out me. Intensely.

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Anyway, after blowing so much smoke out of my ass, I feel unmotivated to post an album. Sorry. I promise you that I'll post two albums the next post. [I know how these expressive blog-rants go. You feel like shit writing them and finishing them, but you feel a whole lot better the day after.] So, goodnight.

Peace,
Jesse