Magnifico's journal

Well, I just woke up at 3:30 in the morning to study a little bit and get myself a little oriented before my first exam: Chemistry. Perhaps the only problem with this plan is that the whole "getting up early" thing includes the whole "not being quite sane enough to study" thing. But, at least it wasn't my alarm clock that woke me up; it was two raccoons fighting outside my window. Oh, I just love nature, even when it scares the bejeezus out of me. ^_^

More than a little shy of writing a journal since the last little bit, but. . .

Blah.

I'm writing a song right now on my own that I'm gonna introduce to the guys when we get together to practice again. Unfortunately, that's going to be a little while from now (a week from this thursday, after the last exam).

Speaking of exams, I can't wait for them. In the same way that one can't wait for a hernia. I'm in a major rut in Algebra and Chemistry, and I have to do particularly well on both of those exams to make a decent grade. And why do I need to know chemistry, anyways? I think I've made it quite clear (verbally and grade-wise) that I've got no chance or intention of becoming a chemist. And Algebra? I only need to know Algebra II for two things; passing the Algebra II exam, and passing any later math classes which I, in earnest, will probably never need.

I haven't written any lyrics or poetry in a long time, either. Perhaps it's time to call up my old, none-too-trustworthy muse and give her a good chewin' out. . . damn lazy Yankees.

I've just found out that my grandmother has passed away ( around 7:30 PM, Central Standard {American} time). It's got me kind of wondering why we're here. My mind is stuck on mortality; my grandmother's, my parents', my sister's, my friends', and mine. I'm feeling a whole lot of emptiness right now and I'm just not sure what to do . . .

What a joyful day today was. Er. . . right, sarcasm doesn't work on forums. Today defied physics by both sucking and blowing at the same time. Our city has a bunch of stuff going on right now, and one of those deals was today; the South Main Street Arts Festival. One street (relatively famous to those in Memphis) gets its own little Arts Festival every year, and I was looking forward to a Slam Poetry competion. SLAM Poetry is a competitive spoken-word. . . competition. I looked forward to this event because I hoped to meet up with one of our local SLAM elites, Ben "IQ" Sanders. With my luck, though, he either wasn't there, or I missed him. On top of that, I apparently missed a band practice, and William's going to be righteously pissed, as Canadians-in-denial are prone to be. The cherry on today's cake of shite: I've lost my Ænema (Tool) CD. No poetry, no IQ, no playing music, no hearing good music by Tool. Huzzah ¬_¬

Today should be a «squee» moment. Late Nights and Dark skies, the band I'm in, my band (^_^) has three or four songs recorded, and I've gotten a copy of the nice über-special recording of I Wish Spring Would Last Forever and it's great. Beautiful guitar, the drums are superb, and William got the vox down perfect. But the bass. I screwed up the bass wickedly, but I didn't get to re-record it at the time. Double plus un-squee. For those of you who might have noticed, I generally use LNDS lyrics for my signature, and I change said signature rather often. So yeah, enough about me. . .