I just spent the last um hour and a half listening to music with my roomy and loading up his computer with music from MY music library. He is like the coolest fucking dude ever. And he might be moving out! which makes me so scared and sad. But i met a girl today who's also a singer and she came over and ended up that she may sublet space in his room from him, cuz he has like a secondary room connected to his that he doesn't use.
But yes. I loaded up his computer with music and was amazed to find he likes ALL of my favorite music. It's kinda crazy how that works. Oh. And he says you're hot (in a british accent of course. hoht. like.. you know how it'd sound.)
oh. can i get your address to try and mail you something?? or should i wait til you move to Auckland.
Are you sure Auckland is a real place? that is SO a made up name. Admit it. Just like English English. Just a myth i tell you!
in order to get a ticket to NZ i'd have to sell like all my guitars. that'd be a sad moment. I might do it eventually. But i KNOW if i had 1300 bux in the bank, i'd immediately buy some music-related piece of equipment. So it's an endless cycle.
um. come to California. I will totally fly there to meet you. I'm dying to drive across California. From the south end all the way north and onwards to Seattle and the like. You should do that with me. It could be fun. We'd probably get drunk a lot. I'll admit, i rather like getting drunk... I never thought i'd say that in a million years. I just don't wanna be a boozehound.
and yeah. i have a weird thing with always looking at the clock at a specific time. For years it was 9:11. Though it never occurred to me to associate it with the date. so it's nothing morbid like that. or maybe it wasn't 9:11. maybe it was 9:41. i don't know. that was like 5 years ago. Why do you ask me such ridiculous questions!?
*storms out*
i apologize for that tantrum. it WAS 2:30 in the morning. i don't think straight under those circumstances
I WANNA mail something to you. it's fun. i've never had somebody who actually liked the idea. If people were a little less paranoid, i'd mail shit to people i meet online all the time. I have to think of something more creative, but it'll be good. I promise
everyone i talk to says driving across california on Highway 1 is like the best experience ever. It's beautiful and you get to visit so many major cities. And you visit WINE country. Which i'm sure you'd be excited about. I'd just pack a guitar and some clothes and rent a car. Oh. and a camera Do you prefer spring, summer, or fall? I'm definitely not going to California in Winter! Spring is my favorite season. Lotsa sunlight and flowers and breezy weather.
cross your fingers that the girl we met yesterday decides to sublet the space from my roommate. She seems really cool and then he wouldn't have to leave. His name is Robbin. I call him "The Brave, Brave Sir Robbin". Watch Monty Python's "Search For the Holy Grail" if you don't get my reference.
But yes. I loaded up his computer with music and was amazed to find he likes ALL of my favorite music. It's kinda crazy how that works. Oh. And he says you're hot (in a british accent of course. hoht. like.. you know how it'd sound.)
oh. can i get your address to try and mail you something?? or should i wait til you move to Auckland.
Are you sure Auckland is a real place? that is SO a made up name. Admit it. Just like English English. Just a myth i tell you!
in order to get a ticket to NZ i'd have to sell like all my guitars. that'd be a sad moment. I might do it eventually. But i KNOW if i had 1300 bux in the bank, i'd immediately buy some music-related piece of equipment. So it's an endless cycle.
um. come to California. I will totally fly there to meet you. I'm dying to drive across California. From the south end all the way north and onwards to Seattle and the like. You should do that with me. It could be fun. We'd probably get drunk a lot. I'll admit, i rather like getting drunk... I never thought i'd say that in a million years. I just don't wanna be a boozehound.
and yeah. i have a weird thing with always looking at the clock at a specific time. For years it was 9:11. Though it never occurred to me to associate it with the date. so it's nothing morbid like that. or maybe it wasn't 9:11. maybe it was 9:41. i don't know. that was like 5 years ago. Why do you ask me such ridiculous questions!?
*storms out*
I WANNA mail something to you. it's fun. i've never had somebody who actually liked the idea. If people were a little less paranoid, i'd mail shit to people i meet online all the time. I have to think of something more creative, but it'll be good. I promise
everyone i talk to says driving across california on Highway 1 is like the best experience ever. It's beautiful and you get to visit so many major cities. And you visit WINE country. Which i'm sure you'd be excited about.
cross your fingers that the girl we met yesterday decides to sublet the space from my roommate. She seems really cool and then he wouldn't have to leave. His name is Robbin. I call him "The Brave, Brave Sir Robbin". Watch Monty Python's "Search For the Holy Grail" if you don't get my reference.