Wow, Long Time Gone.

Wow, it's been a long time since I added to this blog. In any case, it's probably because school started and free time went kaput. Math and Science 10 in Grade 9 causes people without superpowers to have their brains either get beefed to the max or turned into that green ooze you buy in eggs at Toys R' Us. Personally, that does not seem appealing. Given, it would be an improvement on some people... the Darkness is being hoity-toity and annoying about the fact that he has no friends. I can already see the Silly Putty dripping from his ears. I don't have much time to write tonight.. so this is all I can say.
Oh, and check out my DeviantART... http://www.purplearmadilloninja.deviantart.com. I have recently been possessed by the demon known as photography. Tell me what you think.

I Love Summer...

I haven't written for a couple of days, you know how it is, it's summer, the Internet gets busy and goes down a lot. I've spent most of my time in my basement playing guitar, setting up a recording system, and cleaning out my stuff.
Speaking of that recording system - It kills anyone who goes near it, sometimes with feedback when the microphone is OFF, sometimes by turning it's own volume up when you're not looking, sometimes by shocking you if you press it's buttons. I warn you, hide your children. It's crazy, ruthless and very, very loud.
School is coming up... we look forward to it, or we don't - in any case we can't stop the fact that it's coming. Yay, more school supplies shopping >.<
Carpe Diem. Be careful with barbequed cheese.

Music, Guitars And A Pain In My Heart

I spent most of today with a friend of mine, playing guitar - check out his blog at www.guitarzaonfire.blogspot.com - and having fun running around the neighborhood. I'm learning some serious guitar at this point, but having issues committing to lessons. In any case, it was huge fun.
And then I get home and all of this crap explodes on my head. A certain someone who I used to respect has gone down so low as to insult me, break down my dreams and make me feel really bad about myself. Thanks for that. I really can't write any more tonight.

Hey... I'm Back. Time To Relax. Actually, Not Really. Forget I Said Anything.

Hey, I just got back from Waterton Lakes National Park. That was huge fun, but it was a little abrupt. I kind of just got home. "Hi Mom!" "Hi David! Are your bags packed?" Well, OK, it wasn't THAT abrupt, but it felt like it. pushed out the door again. Two and a half hours of drive across the prairie (Yay, iPod!) and we arrived in a spectacular mountain range. I could spend forever explaining my entire trip to you, but I won't. Maybe later.
In any case, I got back, took a shower and was hustled back into the car so I could go to church. Guess what? This year I have confirmation, this fun thing that makes you an adult member of the church by eating your sundays for some obscene length of time. In any case, it clashes with Round-Up. Yay. This will be hard to figure out.
I've also got lifeguarding lessons to do this week, school supplies to buy... Graphing calculators are obscenely expensive. Sigh. It has to be done.
*music* Problems are falling on my head... If I don't stop them, soon I'm gonna be dead.. *music*

Later...

Okay, I'm going camping in Waterton for the next few days, so I thought I'd send in a quick message. Waterton, for those of you that don't know, is in Southern Alberta... a two and a half hour drive... and a two night camping trip. It should be excellent all the same.
I have to organize my school supplies. It's my sister's first year in junior high, so she's all over the place with excitement (I get NEW markers???). Sadly, I lack the same enthusiasm. As I said earlier today, it's like getting a new septic tank. It's great that you have a new septic tank, but that doesn't change the fact that it's a septic tank. Despite the profound lack of enthusiasm for school displayed in the last couple sentences, I am actually looking forward to school. Mostly to seeing people from school. Oh well. Different strokes for different folks.
It's hard to believe that summer break is almost over... I've been so busy with CRUB. Yes, Sonya, I do sleep. Quite a bit actually. As far as CRUB goes... I'm auditioning for drum major this year, but the issue is that if I get the role, I want to keep taking tenor sax in school so I dan't lose the talent. However, if I don't, I'd rather take trumpet in school. Because there's nothing really more that school can teach me about sax. I don't mean to sound pigheaded. It's simply true. The problem is, I won't know if I'm drum major until well into the school year. I'll see what I can work out with Mrs. Fossey.
Muahaha, I've got plenty of purple armadillos to stick all over everything as soon as school starts. Watch out, evildoers everywhere!

It's Up Again. Really.

Wow, I am so incredibly back from tour. And unjetlagged. And unstressed. Currrent motto is: "Anything that could possibly be stressful, get the (insert colorful word of your choice) away from me or I'll beat you with this here baseball bat". *Sigh* - It makes me feel so wholesome.
Plus, I'm finally allowed to use MSN. First conversation I've had with my dad about it that actually went somewhere. I've got a lot of organizing to do for school, hiking to do, lifeguarding lessons to take, first aid classes to renew... I'm beginning to question the truthfulness of the term "Summer Break".
In any case, it does not apply to crazy marching band freaks. Give a cheer, any of you who is reading this. We sacrifice all of our free time! Willingly! And we have fun doing it! However, be sure that you stay away from psychologists and communist dictators when you say this. You don't want them to be getting the wrong idea.
So many people are moving up to Stetsons next year... I feel really left out. But I'll do my best to keep in touch with them, and I'll get there eventually. Maybe. My grade ten world trip will have something to say about that. For those of you who don't know, every five years, I take a year off school and travel around the world. This time will be really different. Last time I didn't have any real friends to worry about keeping in touch with. Except for Daniel. You rock man, whether or not you read this.
Well, I'm gonna cut this short and get back to work. Some words of advice: Carpe Diem. Don't be emo. Never listen to the advice of seven-foot-tall hippie motorcyclists.