Shut your whore mouth.

New shit.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 07:22:00 +0000

I finally wrote some new shit.

Weekly Disappointment.

It's Friday and I'm excited. The whole weekend is before me and by the end, I'll have it all figured out.

Saturday wakes me up alone. That's okay, I've still got two days to get this down.

By Sunday night I realize that I've failed again.

Monday morning means I'm starting all over again.

Tuesday afternoon means I'm exhausted. Can I keep this up?

Wednesday is hump day. No one is humping me.

Thursday means I'm almost there. Twenty-four more hours until I get it right. This time, I'll get it right.

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~lifeindecember @ dA

Some day.
Some days are tough, Some days are easy.

Some days, the rough stuff almost kills me.
Some days, I have so much fun that it hurts.

Some days, I'm crying my eyes out.
Some days, I've got my arms around a beautiful girl.

Some days, I feel so alone.
Some days, my friends are everywhere.

Some days, all I want is a different day.
Some days, all I want is for the day to never end.

I wish life would make up it's mind.

Some days, I don't think I'll ever find love. And some day, I'll find you.

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~lifeindecember @ dA

I told you, I wrote new shit.

Fsck.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 19:24:00 +0000

It's been awhile. I haven't done this with any regularity for QUITE some time. I've been through some rough shit in the last two months (including this morning). I don't want to talk about that though. Instead, I'm going to try to start doing daily logs again. Try to express myself some more. Get back to writing. Not just shitty poetry but short stories and maybe even a screenplay or comic book. We'll see. Point is, I need to start putting myself out there again. Hopefully there's a response.

eeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmooooooooooo

On the road again.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 09:58:00 +0000

Today I'm flying to Georgia again to visit Mom and Keven. We'll be hitting up Universal, (hopefully) a Braves game and Stone Mountain, among other things.

I'm in the Rhinelander airport now and I'll have plenty of travel and waiting time on the trip. I have a three hour layover between Minneapolis and Georgia, then an eight hour drive to Florida tomorrow, plus all the flight time back Sunday. Feel free to txt me to keep me busy.

I'll have pics from the whole thing up when I get back.

Later on fools!

Shades of Myself.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Mon, 30 May 2011 09:25:00 +0000

Another night come and gone and I had no sleep to give it.

I lay on my side, watching the rain fall. I see the oak outside and the lighting behind it. I feel the thunder in my chest but at least it's something. I've been here all day. I can hear the birds now and the stars are fading. The relentless sun has come to take them from me.

I roll to hide from it, but it's still there, showing me shades of myself. I see myself in my bed alone, and weep. I see myself next to another and smile. I see myself at the end of my life and wonder. How many mornings will I be there to greet? How many shades will the brilliant light show me?

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Original at:
http://lifeindecember.deviantart.com/#/d3hl12z

I'm not dead.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Fri, 06 May 2011 07:58:00 +0000

I'm not dead, I promise. I just moved to Ashland, WI. My computer died in the move and I've had more important things to do (eat steak and search for a job) so I haven't been able to repair or replace it. Once I do, I'll be black to blogging more frequently, like I did last time I lived here.

In the meantime, you should chat with me on MSN/AIM/Yahoo, as I can do that on my phone now. And I get bored. Anyone can chat me, you don't have to know me. Msg me or comment for my handles.

G'night ladies.

Forward.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 09:55:00 +0000

There's no where to look but forward.

The present hurts. Right here is boring and lonely.

The past is full of regret. Back there are bad choices and resentment.

But the future? The future is mystery. The future is unknown. It may be full of pain, it may be scary, it may be just as empty as right here or just as loaded with misery as back there, but maybe it won't be.

Look forward, you might find hope.

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Came to me on a walk home. We can all keep living in the past and have our regrets, or we can live in the present and never be happy. But I'd rather live on the road forward, where it's not so sad and depressing and there's always the mystery of what's around the next bend.

Original at:
http://lifeindecember.deviantart.com/art/Forward-200050028

Hack Writer-Boy.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 06:05:00 +0000

Hey folks.

I've recently starting working on a new piece of writing. I've gone far more into planning it than I normally plan my writing. Anyone who has read any of my 'work' knows that I come up with a basic idea and just start writing, 'winging it' the whole time. While I think this can take the story wonderful places that not even I expect, it can also lead to stale, similar or uninteresting writing. It also leads to a lot of unfinished work.

I had quite a dream last night and that inspired my current work. Since the dream influenced me so much, I want to plan this out and do it right. I've run into a bit of a snag though.

When I write, I like to write a lot of dialogue and have a lot of character development that is revealed through the things the characters say. As I was jotting down some facts about my characters, I decided that I really need to work on fleshing out my female characters.

Being a gentleman, I have a hard time writing from a females point of view. I simply can't identify. I also have some trouble writing a complete and life-like woman. I tend to write simple 'dream' women. I want to move past that. My favorite thing about writing is the people, the relationships. I want my characters to be better and have better relationships. That's where you come in.

Any writer friends of mine, I'd like your help. How do you flesh out characters of the opposite sex? What types of things do you find you leave out and have to revise later? Any tips are welcome.

Later yo.

Loads of Fun

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 01:44:00 +0000

I am at a laundromat. Rock. On.

I was doing errands earlier today, with Jeremy graciously driving me around. I got quite a bit done. Turned in another Bridge Card app, mailed some things out, cashed two checks and got a new phone. It's nothing fancy, just a new TracFone. My older one was acting up, with the speaker shorting out every once in awhile so it was due for replacement. I ended up getting a Samsung T301G for $14.99.

After a stop at Amanda's to pick up her and her laundry, the three of us ate at McD's. Now we're at the 'Loads of Fun' laundromat and I'm struggling to not make lame inappropriate jokes about the name of the place.

Useless post, I know.

Adventures & Brownies

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Sun, 28 Nov 2010 03:16:00 +0000

It's been quite awhile since I've kept up on this blog. I'm going to try and start up the videos again, and post a little more often. I say that every damn time.

A lot has happened since my last post. The biggest event is definitely my Georgia vacation. I'm making a Photobucket album for everyone to look at. It should be done by the time I finish this post. The pictures are up on Facebook, but not each one and not every one can see my FB pics.

The vacation to Georgia was absolutely amazing. I slept two hours the night before, partially because I was so excited, and partially because I got home at 12.30am and had to get up at 3.30am to pack and get ready and drive to Marquette for my flight. Jake was nice enough to drive me to the airport at 4.30am so that I could arrive by 6am and wait for my 7.30am flight. Flying from Marquette to Detroit was uneventful. The plane was pretty empty, which meant I got to pick my seat. I picked the window seat right on the left wing of the plane, so I could see everything. After landing in Detroit, I had two hours to find my gate. Plenty of time. I got there and read the entire two hours.

Well, I tried to read. I was on one end of a row of seats and on the opposite end was the most annoying man I've ever seen. He was wearing a suit-coat with jeans and must have been in his late-40's early-50's. The coat had large gold buttons that reminded me of a Captain's coat. He was on his phone, talking into it at an abnormally loud volume. In fact, referring to it as talking is incorrect. It was damn near screaming. He was also jiggling his leg quite quickly, like an over-caffeinated preteen might. This made it impossible for me to read, so I texted Facebook about it instead, using my status to vent. Just when I was about to snap and 'politely' ask him to stop, his phone died. This still didn't stop him. "Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?" he continued to shout into the phone. He must have said it over forty times. If you are talking to someone on your cellphone, and suddenly they don't respond, what do you do? You check if there is battery left in your phone or you say "Hello? Are you still there?" and if there is no response, that means your call was dropped. Hang up and try again douchebag. Don't keep shouting into the phone like they just can't hear you. Luckily, his phone had dropped the call because it died. This mean that he had to get up and find an outlet. There was only one at our gate and it was on the opposite side of the waiting area from me. Miracles do exist.

On the flight to Georgia, the bad luck continued. I was stuck in a middle seat, in the middle row about halfway through the plane. I was stuck sitting between a nose-picker who wouldn't shut off his phone and a really sleepy guy who couldn't stop himself from falling into me repeatedly.

By the time I landed, I had quite a headache and my stomach was unsettled but I was finally in Georgia! My mother and Keven were waiting for me. My mother had even made a sign that said, "Drew, Welcome to Georgia!". I had suggested it be my name, like you see chauffeurs holding in the movies, but held upside down.

After gathering my bags, we went out to eat at Spondivitz. It's a southern seafood place that was quite enjoyable. Mother thought it was weird that our waitress kept calling every at the table 'hun'. After cutting myself a few times with the claw they give you to crack into the crablegs, and we had devoured our bucket of shrimp and crab, we went to Mom and Keven's home in Fayetteville. I got the tour of their beautiful home and we settled in to watch their most recent Netflix movie, Wolfman. As I still wasn't feeling the greatest, I fell asleep around 7pm. This led to my 3am wakeup the next day.

Y'know what? I'm going a little too into detail here. Suffice to say, I had a great time. I got to see the Atlanta Hawks beat the Detroit Pistons, the Thrashers just barely lose in a shootout with the Blackhawks (5-4), and the Falcons stomp on the Buccaneers in my first NFL game. That means I get to cross the Georgia Dome off of my sub-list on my bucket list dream of seeing a game in every NFL stadium. And that was only the sports stuff!

I also got to tour the Savannah College of Art and Design's Atlanta campus (I really want to attend), go to the Georgia Aquarium and Zoo (The pandas were awesome! I've got tons of pics.), tour Delta Airlines, go on the World of Coke tour and eat in the CNN Center.

Besides all of the stuff I got to do, I got to do it with my mother. I know it sounds sappy, but I hadn't seen her since last winter, so it was really cool to be able to see her and get to do fun stuff with her. She even ended up loving the hockey game, even though she didn't want to go at first. She's a full-on Thrashers fan now. :P

It was an amazing trip and I can't wait to go back for another visit, or maybe even longer....

Tonight, I pan fried some perch and made some croissants for dinner. I even baked some brownies after. Speaking of...they should be cool enough to cut by now. :D

Oh, and here's the link to the photo album.

Catch ya later,
Drew

This Old Lady

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 13:55:00 +0000

This old lady woke up alone
Her life had gone by, there was no one to hold
She never married, she never had kids
No sweet man had ever made her his

This old man woke up alone
His old bones cracking in the house of cold
His children had forgotten him, put him away
Sad nurses and lost elders were his company

This old lady didn't wake up at all
Her family was near as her life slipped by
Holding her hand, so she wasn't alone

This old man was cold to the touch
And though he was quiet,he didn't say much
He changed the whole world

http://lifeindecember.deviantart.com/art/This-Old-Lady-183633460

Find the pieces.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Sun, 03 Oct 2010 21:30:00 +0000

I haven't been sleeping much lately, and I've been thinking a lot too. It hasn't been very fun.

When I put myself to bed early, and shut EVERYTHING off (even the music that used to help) I find myself laying in bed for hours, unable to stop thinking and just sleep. When I try to bring back the light music to help, the same thing happens. If/When I finally do fall asleep, I'm plagued with terrible dreams. I have nightmares that I can't even relay to others. Sometimes I can't recall them and just wake up in cold terror. When I do remember them, I'd rather not.
I also have dreams that aren't as terrifying, but just as terrible. In these dreams, I'm overcome with loneliness and I can't find anyone. I recently had a dream in which I was the only one around. In the dream, I wandered for hours and couldn't find anyone. The feeling was awful. When I woke, I rushed outside the front door and sat on the porch, just so I could see the cars go by.

One of the things that keeps me awake at night is that I'm not doing anything with my life. Those of you that know me, know that I have what some consider a depressing point of view on life on Earth. That point of view is this: Our universe is big. REALLY big. And, it's constantly growing. Thus, the thought that we are the alone is ludicrous. I feel that compared to the vastness of the universe, we mean nothing. The part that people forget is that when I say that, I mean that we mean nothing to the universe, but everything to each other. For now, we can't leave this planet and visit other life. We're alone in our corner, and we need to be there for each other. We don't mean anything to the universe, but we mean everything to each other. To me, this means that I should be doing something with my life that in some way makes another life or lives better.

Originally, all I had figured out was that after high school, I would go to college and figure it out from there. However, after a semester at Michigan Technological University, I realized that school wasn't from me. I then decided that I would follow the high school dream I had and go to film school. There's been a few problems with this. I haven't been able to pay off my prior student loan, and thus haven't been able to go back to school. I'm having a rough time earning money, and thus saving money. Some days I feel like the only way I'll be able to something with my life is if someone decides to leave me a bunch of money, or if I win the lottery (which I don't play). It feels hopeless.

Recently, I was reminded by an old classmate about my earlier dream, of teaching English. Most people that have spent more than ten minutes in a room with me have had their grammar corrected and realize how much I love language, mechanics and literature. When I was in grade school, several wonderful English and Literature teachers helped me come to the realization that I would like to be to others what they were to me. Eventually, as I became more and more disillusioned with our education system and our country's intelligence as a whole, I drew a line between myself and 'them'. I considered myself smarter than others if not as educated. Because of this, I distanced myself from my earlier dream. I don't want to be that person anymore.

I've had problems with where I am geographically as well as educationally/emotionally. I live in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It's beautiful up here, it really is. However, there isn't much opportunity here. I'd like to leave and go to a good school and meet a nice girl and find a great place to live out my dream with them. I feel like that is never going to happen. I feel trapped. Add that to the hopelessness I feel about school and it's pretty crappy.

But still, I try to look up. I've been trying to teach myself things out of my college friends' books, and hopefully I'll be attending a class with a friend of mine this Spring if I'm still here. I won't get credit for it, but it'll feel good to learn again.

I'm also on my 9th semester of having a radio show at MTU. I still love it. It's exhausting sometimes, prepping and finding music, but it's also a great time. I love being on the radio. The thought of people listening to me and hopefully enjoying the music is great.

I'm also in a band with a longtime friend and a new friend. I play the drums in I Of The Mourning. Matthew picked the name, inspired by the Smashing Pumpkins song of the same name. I've been fighting to change it. :P We play our first gig this Thursday at the Triangle House (1209 College Ave. in Houghton, MI). If you're in the area, come on out and tell us how we sound. It's okay if you think we suck, we want to hear why.

I've been trying to find more work and also to put away money. Hopefully, I can pay everything off and get out of here soon. My life is out there, I've just got to gather the pieces and live it.

Mock draft.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 04:20:00 +0000

I'm not gonna talk about how I haven't posted in awhile. I'm going to go straight into how I owned in my recent mock draft.

I did a mock draft tonight with my friend Andy after we watched the Twins game, and I think we both killed. If I had thought of it, I would have taken a screen cap of his team too. He also did really well.

A few things should be said first. I'm assuming that Brett Favre comes back, otherwise I would not have taken Shiancoe. Also, I almost always draft only one QB, TE, D/ST and K fill most of my bench slots with high-upside players.

I feel confident with McNabb, and if I end up with him in my actual draft and he's struggles, I feel confident I can pick up another similar caliber QB off waivers. I feel good about Garrard this year, and I'm usually the only one in my league to take him. I'm also willing to take a shot on Jason Campbell in Oakland.

I feel like I've got a great RB corp here. MJD and Benson both tore it up last year. Plus, in a PPR league I thing MJD is a definite bonus. Jamaal Charles is going to be great this year. I also think Taylor is going to perform well in Chi-town. He was signed for a decent wad of dough, so I think he's gonna be used, and he's going to prove he's not too old to keep playing. People are mad about Felix Jones here, and I'm willing to take a flyer on him, and the same with Spiller. I'm usually never confident in rookie RB's, but we'll see how he does in Buffalo.

At wideout, I think I've got another good group. Some potential weakness if Austin and Smith don't meet expectations. With the RB's I've got though, I feel good about having Driver, Breaston as backups. I also took Doucet and Aromashodu in LATE rounds, in the hopes that I'll hit paydirt.

brilliance.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 06:37:00 +0000

I cried last night. I cried as I laid in my bed because all I could see were ceiling tiles. Un-patterned whiteness, hiding the brilliance of the night sky from me. I left the safety of my bed and crept up to the attic. I could feel myself getting closer. I crawled out on to the roof, closer still. My panic subsided as I stared up at those pinpoints of light, broadcasting themselves from millions of miles away. For just a second I felt like I could see the whole sky. For just a second, I felt like the whole sky could see me.

I reached out to touch the stars, but they were too far away. I stretched a little more, to no avail. As I lay there, staring up at that glorious light, the tears began anew. All I could ever do is watch. All I get is a brief, outdated glimpse of their radiance. I'll never fight their gravity as I crawl out of bed, and I'll never feel their warmth on my skin as I watch them rise over the horizon. I'll never block their luster out of my eyes as I gaze out over a foreign landscape. My boots will never scrape along the dirt of the planets they hold.

I cried this morning. I cried this morning as I laid on my roof and all I could see was the sunrise. Unfettered magnificence, blazing and hiding those stars from me.

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I was walking home from work tonight, and I could see the stars. It made me recall a specific memory, very similar to what I ended up writing here. I'll never wake up to another star, and neither will you.

I do this so irregularly, and about things so trivial, it's a wonder that I even do it at all.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 07:12:00 +0000

All I can smell is fresh berries. I'm totally rocking a scented candle in my room right now. Smells effin' great. Don't worry, I'm balancing out the man points with a Dr. Thunder and ESPN's Fantasy Focus Baseball podcast.

A 1992 Chevrolet Lumina Euro 4-door graces my backyard these days. I it almost running. I just need a new battery and it'll purr like a kitten. I've been insurance shopping but it sucks. I absolutely cannot wait to drive again. I used to hate driving and I never imagined that I would miss it so much, but I REALLY do. After the battery I need insurance and then I have to register it. Insurance is too gorram expensive. I'm hoping my tax return will get it on the road.

I've been working on my script lately too. I feel good about it. I've stopped writing the camera directions as I go, which is better for the story, but I lose the picture I have in my mind. I see every shot happening as I write it, but if I don't get it written down immediately, I lose the vision. I'm sure I'll work something out.

I played baseball on Tuesday with Andy, Ryan, Nick and Jon. It was sweet. We broke our bat though, we'll have to get another. Andy, Jon and I are going to look into joining a summer league team. If any of you have a team that needs players, or have any info that can help, please let me know. You can email me at lifeindecember(at)gmail(dot)com.

Continuing on the baseball theme, I've been watching the Twins dominate so far. They haven't lost a series yet. I'd like to pick up a personalized Twins shirt, and I'm hoping to be able to make it to MN to watch a game with the guys and maybe go to Warped Tour on the same trip. That'd be awesome. Liriano is my hero, he pitched 8 scoreless innings tonight. I'm hoping Mauer will start hitting a little more soon though. He's killing my in my Fantasy Baseball league.

Alright, time to hit the hay. I'll catch you bitches later.

Stream of consciousness.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 09:06:00 +0000

What the hell am I doing awake right now? I told myself that I would be in bed by 1am an up by 9am. That is SO not happening.

I'm not even doing anything useful. Well, I wasn't until a moment ago. Matt is doing some recording and is sending me demo's that I'm reviewing. So if you consider that useful, then I guess I'm important right now.

I haven't mentioned it yet, but I have two jobs now. I'm a line cook at Applebee's in addition to continuing my 'work' at the theater. It's pretty fast paced and stressful, but it helps me sleep at night and I get paid decently. It's definitely helping money issues.

I'm getting ready for my first MLB season as someone who actually gives a shit about baseball. I've always enjoyed playing it, but this will be my first year following the MLB. There's several reasons, the main two being that the NFL offseason is seriously going to kill me if I don't get into another sport. I love football and I love to follow the NFL. If their season doesn't get longer or I don't get into another sport to distract me, I'll have to go all Ted Bundy.

The second reason I'm trying to get into baseball is that Andy Lillesve invited me to his fantasy baseball league. You may remember that he was in my fantasy football league this year. He ended with a better record than me, and I must return the favor in fantasy baseball. It was his first year doing fantasy football and I'm hoping I can return the humiliation with my first year in fantasy baseball.

I've decided that I'm a Minnesota Twins fan, based on the fact that the only games I've really seen are Twins games, I could only really name players from the Twins when I was asked before I got into baseball and the fact that I like road-tripping to the Twin Cities and I hope to attend many a Twins game at Target Field. My father has jokingly (I hope) threatened to disown my for my following of a MN sports team. If it makes him or you feel any better, my NL team will be the Brewers.

Time for a quickie.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 08:33:00 +0000

I've been meaning to do another blog post for awhile. It's 3.33am right now, so I'll just do a short one and then do another tomorrow.

I wrote another piece last night. Please check it out and let me know if you dig it or not.

This Is Who We Are.

this is who I am
deny it or believe it
refute it or see it
this is who I am
I know you can feel it

I want my words to move mountains, shake hearts, minds and pens
I hope they stick in your skull an' drive you 'round the bend

I'll take these letters and string them together
find your special place, I'll meet you there
can I share these emotions, feelings and thoughts?
or do I just keep shaking and quaking as my mind rots?

this is who I am
deny it or believe it
refute it or see it
this is who I am
I know you can feel it

can we stop for a second and share a feeling?
lay back for a second and stare at the same starry ceiling

don't judge me for wanting to share something
I won't be alone and I refuse to feel nothing
I've been known to laugh and sometimes to cry
I have no idea why the latter is such a crime

this is who I am
deny it or believe it
refute it or see it
this is who I am
I know you can feel it

the things we want are all the same
riches, fame, glory - all happiness by another name
but in our heart of hearts, at the top of that list
is to share with someone more than a one-night tryst

this is what we are
oppose it or concede it
take it or leave it
this is who we are
all of us can feel it

Frak.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 08:54:00 +0000

Supposed to be asleep right now. I haven't convinced myself to take my melatonin yet. I'd rather stay up and write.

I'm having some troubles with that though. I had a great idea last night, but I was quite ill. I managed to type a single line into my phone and save it as a txt msg draft before I fell back asleep. I wish I had felt well enough to stay up and see it through. I'll see if I can work on it more in the morning.

Hopefully Thew will come by after work tomorrow night and play Heavy Rain over here so I can watch him. It looks pretty sweet and I could use the hangout time with him. Maybe I can get him to look at my lyrics.

I have Monday and Tuesday off. If you want to hang out then let me know, especially if it's doing something that's free or cheap and adventurous. I'm bored. Otherwise I'll be working on my writing. I'll also accept help with that.

Three episodes left. I'm almost done with Battlestar Galactica and it deeply saddens me. I've become so attached to Saul Tigh, Cheif Tyrol, and the Old Man that I don't want to see it all go. BSG seriously one of the greatest shows I've ever seen. I'm not sure what I'll do when I finish. I might start over again. I'm saving the last three episodes for Monday and Tuesday.

♫I can't complain if I don't know how
It's a sad sad song with no story line
I fall to sleep in my rented room
It's not much to talk about,
I've got so much to talk about
But I don't wanna let you
I don't wanna let you down♫

I cannot stop listening to music. It's driving me insane. I listen to everything I have on shuffle and struggle to find some magic formula for lyrics that'll drive me and provoke strong feelings. I sit here and feel every note pulse through me and out through my feet, fingers or lips. I sing every syllable with every bit of my heart. I've never felt so alive. I don't wanna let you down.

I wish I never had to sleep. Ever. I wish I could stay up and create and love and laugh forever.

Godsdammit, I really need to sleep.

Lyrics.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 09:36:00 +0000

Well the internet is out at the house right now. I might die.

Actually though, it made me more productive. I wrote three sets of lyrics in the past three days, which is way better than my previous record. Two of them were written this evening. I even think they're kind of good. They're up on my deviantArt if you'd like to see them. They are called ‘Stow Away’, ‘Tear It Up’ and ‘This Walk’.

I’d like to point out right off the bat that none of these are about me or any break up or relationship I’ve gone through. The first two can be seen as depressing, but hopefully they aren’t. I like to think of them as honest. ‘Tear It Up’ especially. It’s about salvation and the recovery after the discovery. ‘Stow Away’ is about putting the past behind you and moving on, to live YOUR life YOUR way. ‘This Walk’ should be pretty self explanatory. It’s about the beginning of a relationship, where everything is golden and it feels like nothing could ever tear the perfect pair apart. I also made a dumb little background for myself with the lyrics to ‘Tear It Up’.

I’m definitely the most proud of ‘Tear It Up’. I’m hoping to get together with Matthew to refine the lyrics and write some music. I can feel it assaulting my ears as a quick powerful song with some punk-like qualities. Hopefully, I can get some help with all of them lyrically and musically. I’d love to be able to make an entire album of 8-12 songs that I could call my very own. I wouldn’t need to make money with them, just share them and hopefully brighten up someone else’s day. If one person can identify with something I’ve written, whether it’s an open poem or some emo lyrics then I feel like I’ve done my job. People shouldn’t feel alone.

The lyrics for ‘Tear It Up’ came to me while browsing the photography section of deviantArt. I saw those three words together as the title of a picture and without even looking at the picture, I thought of 90% of the lyrics in the final version. Inspiration can come from anywhere.

I didn’t go to bed until around 4am last night. Looks like the same will be happening tonight. I know I should be keeping to a regular schedule, but now that I feel well rested it’s hard to convince myself to even lay down. I’d rather stay up and write, or just listen to some music and think.

I haven’t gotten any reader emails yet, which I expected to happen. The few readers I do have talk to me pretty regularly. If anyone does want to ask a question, you can do so anonymously. I think you can leave a comment on my blog without signing into anything so you can try that. If it does force you to sign in, you can always make a new fake email account to protect your anonymity.

I’ve been checking where my page hits have been coming from and most are from Houghton itself. One recurring one is from Rice Lake, WI which I assume is where either Jodi’s or my Father’s ISPs are based. I’ve gotten a few repeated hits from the west coast also. The most intriguing though is the one I got from Egypt. Mr./Ms./Mrs. Egyptian, if you ever return to SYWM please leave a comment letting me know your name and how/why you came here. I’d love to know how I made it to Egypt. :)

That goes for everyone actually. I’d love to hear from you, learn where you’re from and get to know you if I don’t know you already. I’d like this blog to be less of a one sided thing.
Anyway, it’s almost 4am now so I think I’ll read a few pages and drift off to sleep. Until next time kiddos….

LOVE & sleep.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 12:57:00 +0000

Hey all.

Yesterday was Valentine's Day or as it's known to us single folk, February 14th. I worked in the AM and when I got home, I knew what I wanted to do.

I downloaded the new Angels & Airwaves album 'LOVE' which was released for free online yesterday. You can get it from here. I've given it a listen and while it's not mind blowing, it is still pretty decent. I'm a fan of AvA but I prefer I-Empire. It's still some good stuff, give it a listen. I'll prob play a track or two next week on my radio show.

As you may know, I've been having some major problems sleeping lately. I don't know if it insomnia that I got from my Father, if I just can't stop thinking or if it's something psychological. No matter which it is, I finally got some sleep last night. I have thought for awhile that since I've always been a night owl that maybe my body produces an inappropriate amount of melatonin which results in an irregular circadian rhythm. Of course, I'm not a doctor so don't believe me. Talk to a doctor yo.

Anyway, I took a small dose of melatonin last night around 9.40pm when I laid down to sleep. It seemed to help. I was already tired when I laid down, but I was able to fall asleep and I didn't feel uncomfortable. I did still wake up at 4am, 4.50am, 6am and 6.30am though. At least I fell asleep normally. I even woke up with a decent amount of energy, though I still felt a little tired. That's to be expected after nearly a month of highly irregular sleep. As I only took half of a pill last night, I'm going to take the entire thing tonight and see how that goes.

I'll be covering Zach's shift tonight at the theater to pick up some extra hours so I'll have my fun before work today and head to bed when I get home around 10.45pm. Here's to sleeping like a normal person.

The SYWM report for February 12th, 2010.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 10:32:00 +0000

This is what I played on my radio show Friday night. If you like any of it, listen. If you hate any of it, come guest host and play other stuff or call in and request other stuff. If you liked all if it then call me, we'll hang out some time because you're obviously cool.

10:05:28 PM -	Hot Hot Heat	Bandages
10:08:03 PM -	Blink 182	Man Overboard
10:14:07 PM -	Legion Of Doom	Stupid Kill
10:14:23 PM -	+44	Baby, Come On
10:16:59 PM -	Rx Bandits	...and The Battle Begun
10:22:46 PM -	Cute Is What We Aim For	There's A Class For This
10:26:47 PM -	Little Boots	New In Town
10:29:33 PM -	Blink 182	Lemmings
10:34:13 PM -	Refused	New Noise
10:38:42 PM -	The Matches	Little Maggots
10:41:24 PM -	Brand New	The No Seatbelt Song
*10:45:36 PM -	Tonic	You Wanted More
10:50:24 PM -	Motion City Soundtrack	Last Night
10:53:29 PM -	Muse	Thoughts Of A Dying Athiest
10:57:08 PM -	Blink 182	Emo
11:00:33 PM -	The Killers	Spaceman
*11:06:35 PM -	The Ramones	I Wanna Be Sedated
11:08:47 PM -	Mxpx	Seeing Double At The Triple Rock
11:16:29 PM -	The Offspring	You're Gonna Go Far Kid
11:20:00 PM -	New Found Glory	Too Good To Be
*11:20:08 PM -	Kings Of Leon	Use Somebody
*11:23:32 PM -	Rise Against	Savior
11:26:00 PM -	+44	Little Death
*11:29:50 PM -	Billy Joel	The Longest Time
*11:33:38 PM -	Brand New	The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
*11:39:08 PM -	Reel Big Fish	Beer
*11:44:52 PM -	Weezer	Everybody Get Dangerous
11:47:00 PM -	A Day To Remember	Plot To Bomb The Panhandle
*11:51:45 PM -	Slipknot	Duality
11:56:28 PM -	Underoath	A Boy Brushed Red Living In Black And White

12:01:26 AM -

Angels & Airwaves

Hallucinations

As always, *'s are requests. You can email in advance (lifeindecember[at]gmail[dot]com), call (906) 487-1600 or IM wmturequest on AIM during showtime or txt me if you have my personal number (no, I'm not giving it out).

I also take guest hosts. The only requirements are a decent taste in music and willingness to talk on the radio.

Don't forget, I'm on the air every Friday from 10pm to Midnight EST on WMTU 91.9fm Houghton which is streamed online at http://wmtu.mtu.edu

Listen up bitches.

Jesus, Mary and Brosef, it's only February?

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 04:56:00 +0000

Mood: Contemplative.
Listening to: Bad Cops, Bad Charities
Reading: Alfred Tennyson poems.

Hey folks. I know I've been absent for quite awhile. I've been feeling like crap lately, physically and mentally.

I haven't been able to sleep much lately. I lay down at reasonable hours with some light music like I always do and I lay there tossing and turning until 8am. That kind of stuff tends to mess with my sleep schedule. It's made me cranky and sore and I've been getting more headaches than normal. I eventually got to a point of physical exhaustion that forced my body to fall asleep and reset.

Also in health news, I'm down to 218lbs. I used to weigh 240lbs. I haven't weighed so little since high school. If I could lose a few more pounds and tone up, I'd be happy. :)

I've been thinking quite a bit about the zombie flick I'd like to make. I've got a lot of mental plans, audio recordings of ideas and little notes scribbled all around my room. I have the opening shot , a main plot, a sub plot and several characters planned. I'd like to find someone to help me out with writing a story that I can convert to a script, complete with camera directions. After that, I can make a list of necessary resources and figure out a shooting schedule. I really want to do this. It would help if I could get my 'Cinematic Storytelling' book back from a friend. You know who you are. :P

I've also been playing around with music some more. Trying to mix songs, re-recording lyrics and the like. I'm really missing my iPod. It went missing shortly after the WMTU DJ meeting. If anyone see's a black 60Gb iPod video, please let me know. It was last seen in Fisher 139.

Lately I feel like I'm bursting with creativity but lacking in drive. I need to be really inspired. I'm not going to lie, I'm really lonely. I know I have great friends and my family loves me but I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. I'd like to have someone to hang out with and really share with. I'm a hopeless romantic.

I haven't cried since October. I know dudes aren't supposed to cry much, or admit that they even do, but like I said above, I'm sappy. I need something/someone to shock the life back into me.

My ex Helmi Beck got married on Wednesday to Josh Barker. I'm not bitter, upset or even hurt. The romantic in me wants them to live a long happy life together. I wish them the best. I learned a lot from my last relationship and I can say with confidence and pride that I'm over and past it and better for it.

I had an idea just now, to publicly answer reader email. Now, this would only work if I actually have readers and if they actually care enough to send in questions. You can ask me anything and I will answer to the best of my knowledge. You can ask me personal questions, my opinions on anything from music to movies to specific people or just bitch at me for being an emo pussy. As long as I don't have to compromise any of my friends' trust or share a secret of someone else's I will answer fully and honestly.
You can send your emails to:
lifeindecember[at]gmail[dot]com

Sexist/funny picture of the day.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 00:34:00 +0000

Sexist/funny picture of the day.

AYGUST?

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 09:09:00 +0000

Hey all.

I started working on my story again. I still don't really know where I want to take it, but my block is gone and I'm writing again. It feels like it's taking me somewhere. Hell, maybe it will.

I decided to change the working title. I'm now calling it AYGUST? (pronounced like the month August). The letters stand for the first sentence. "Are you getting up sometime today?"

I wrote out actual character profiles on Madeline's recommendation and it worked. I got some flow back and some inspiration. I feel like I could maybe write a little more tonight but I should probably get some sleep. If I want my chest to get better I need my rest.

For those of you that don't know, I was pushed/jumped out of a window on New Year's Eve. The way I landed did something painful to my chest and now it is quite tender. Any lifting, bending, stretching or deep breathing makes my chest feel like it is going to split apart at the sternum. Laying down is also painful, as is getting to and out of the laying position. This makes sleep difficult.

Hopefully it's just some strained muscles or a bone bruise. Maybe it's just inflammation of the cartilage that attaches my ribs to my sternum. That would go away quickest, but it would never fully heal. Time will tell I guess.

Read the revisions to AYGUST? if you will please. I changed a bunch of the stuff I already had written so please read the whole thing and give me some feedback. What am I doing right/wrong? How? What can I do to fix it? Does it flow well enough? Your help is appreciated.

I'm off to bed now. Ciao bitches.

DeviantArt: http://lifeindecember.deviantart.com/

Mood: Hungry
Listening to: Goodnight & Go -Imogen Heap
Reading: Cinematic Storytelling - Jennifer Van Sijll

I ramble to catch up but lose my place.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 03:34:00 +0000

I ramble to catch up but lose my place. I'll be trying to get back to short daily vlogs. That underneath camera angle make my proboscis look even bigger and more deformed.

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Word of the Day!

pro·bos·cis (pr-bss)

n. pl. pro·bos·cis·es or pro·bos·ci·des (-bs-dz)

1. A long flexible snout or trunk, as of an elephant.

2. The slender, tubular feeding and sucking organ of certain invertebrates, such as insects, worms, and mollusks.

3. A human nose, especially a prominent one.

Christmas.

noreply@blogger.com (Drew) — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 07:57:00 +0000

Holy shit, Christmas was a bust. I was supposed to drive home from Ashland, but the car broke down. I sat in it for two hours before I got a ride back to my Dad's. I did get driven back to Houghton though by the magnificent Beck family.

I had plans for Christmas evening, but I couldn't get home for them. They are tentatively rescheduled for tomorrow after work.

I also didn't get a Christmas feast. :( However, I do get to make up for it by going to Ming's Buffet tomorrow with a bunch of friends. Yay!

I guess all-in-all, not so bad. :D

P.S. I'm going to try to do short nightly video blogs. We'll see how that goes. ;)