New post, for once.

Slambo II is done recording, and is now undergoing mixing. Nick is actually swinging by tonight so I can lighten his load and mix a few of his songs.

Here's a possible tracklisting for Slambo II:

1. April
2. Consumed
3. Dance With Me (This title is not official yet)
4. Dragonkin
5. The Dog Song
6. Floating
7. Carjacker
8. Never Doin' That Again
9. Sing Me a Lullaby
10. Dead Cows

The album will be released online at last.fm, but I also want to make some physical copies to sell, with liner notes, jewel case, all that. When that's done, I know you'll want to buy one.

I'm actually drawn back to this blog because of my friend Tim's new blog:
http://generationwiseinvestor.blogspot.com/

I am happy to pronounce myself a member and supporter of Generation Wi$e. It's time to change the clueless culture of my generation. Let's go!

God, this song is awesome.

Yeah, it's old and famous. Bite me.

Artist of the moment: k. d. lang

K.d. Lang - Pullin' Back The Reins (Official Music Video) - Watch more top selected videos about: K.d._lang

Some unknown country songwriter came out of the closet as a lesbo a few days ago, claiming to be the first country artist to do so. Sorry, Chely Wright, but you're about two decades late. That title goes to spiky-haired wonder k. d. lang.

I hope that country fans continue to ignore this Chely boob and instead, reclaim this amazing vocal talent that they kicked out to pasture once they found out that she wasn't that into dudes (like it wasn't obvious, you know, with the short hair and cowboy suits). But I think that it should no longer be uncool for guys like me to enjoy the music of an unhot lesbian like her. Why? Because she can belt 'em real good.

On second thought...

I think I want to go back to World of Hunter again.

You see, I tried to start a World of Jrlz at WordPress, but it set it up at Jrlz's blog, which is uncool, and then it started being a bitch to me. Well, I'm back to World of Hunter, which is where I belong. Yay!

I do want to start blogging again. I don't know why I stopped. I think the world can be burdened by my thoughts, like how I'm never going clubbing with Michelle Wolf ever again.

"Listen, as soon as we enter, we split, because I don't want you cockblocking me".

Translation:

"You're ugly and fat, and I would look uncool with somebody ugly and fat."

But I did go to Fred's. Alone, for no reason other than I'm a dumbass. There was this girl in my Modern Philosophy class there. The exchange went something like this:

Blonde Philosophy Slut: Hey, I know you. (laughs) I'm drunk.
Me: Wanna get drunker, babe? (trans: I'll buy you a drink, but not an expensive one)
BPS: haha no (trans: fuck off, I need to slut on somebody else)

I know, I know. I'm so smooth. I think the only girl I really talked to was this middle eastern chick who was actually 25. At least, she was the only person who saw me as a guy and not somebody in their way. Maybe I arrived too early. Maybe I arrived too late. I went alone, and sadly, I left alone too.

I'm starting to think that food migrates towards me. Yesterday, I ordered a double cheeseburger combo from McDonald's. They threw in a free double quarter pounder because they had made an extra one.

Maybe it's always been that way. Maybe I've always received slightly bigger portions by accident. Maybe the food I had was just a little more fattening than others. Maybe the world just wants me to be fat. I don't know, but it's fun to say it isn't my fault.

I have German homework to do. Exams are in one week. I'm the kind of guy that thrives under pressure, but right now, there really isn't any pressure, and I can't get anything done.

Maybe blogging will help.