well. i'm back from krispy kreme. i had fun. saw cool people, and cool cars. there was a guy there with a yellow convertible beetle, who had just moved here from virginia, and named his bug after mustard plug. i thought it was hawt.

and hector was there with "project liger". it was fricking schweet. and paul was there, so he got to hear the stereo, thus relieving me of something that has been on my mind way more than it should've been.

next weekend is track day at gingerman. i'm so excited. and a loser.

this week until then, however, is chock full of working and stuff. and not even for money! grr. oh well. it's what i need to do to get the things i want.

went to the new house today to try and figure out the schematics of the new bedroom. i'm trying to figure out a way to cram all my shit into a 10x10 foot living space in a way that allows me to maintain stereophonic imaging while i'm in bed, as well as when i'm at my desk. then you throw in the fact that i'd like to be able to watch tv from bed. it's a tricky mother. i also want to keep in mind that the cords running from my amp to my speakers should be exactly the same length, so the speakers are getting signal at the same time. it's my amateur way of adjusting the timing of all this stuff. it's gonna get trickier in the new car, whenever i wind up wiring that thing in. of course, that requires having a new car first.

in other news, i wrote some lyrics friday night. i edited them saturday when i woke up. here they are in all their glory:

The sun sets low on a crimson horizon.
The day dawns inversely, admittedly wizened.
The nigh that impends upon pastel creation.
The dark that unites in the hearts of all nations.

Bloodbaths in secret are secret no longer,
When worldwide media proves itself stronger.
Then the day breaks, shedding light on the matter.
While bodies lay broken, men's wallets get fatter.

But new hopes and dreams arise with the sun.
Rays of red silence portend life begun.
Those versed in violence know this cannot end.
Yet there are still those who can somehow pretend.

So why are we here? Have we yet reached meridian?
Plebeian ignominy accentuates mortal sins.
Those passing judgment will cast the first stones.
Meanwhile, the platypus ascends to the throne.

....

* i can get the words to sound good together, but they still don't tell a story. i'm just babbling jibberish. cool sounding, but jibberish nonetheless.

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