It is 11:14 AM. I woke up about an hour ago. I am drinking water and my sister is flipping through an old meme soundboard and she thinks it is the funniest thing ever. I have band practice today, I need to practice the cover songs we're doing - we're doing a cover set of the Wonder Years (band). I need to work on cleaning my room and maybe writing some song stuff for the next dt album. I would really like to have a drummer - my buddy Dylon said he would play drums but I know he is really busy with all of our blue shell stuff. My idea is to play bass with a rat distortion pedal dialed in with like a doom metal tone for the deaththreads songs and I really want like a crazy drummer. I might message sum ppl today about it, but I'm wore out for sure. I definitely want to play more shows as deaththreads - but I feel like if I had a deaththreads live band it would be somehow separate from what me and Dave do. Acoustic acts are very hard to sell on shows, as their is quite a lot of them. However, I think having the two piece bass band idea would be different enough within the context of me and Dave's music but also providing breathing room for Dave and Seth to join in when they'd like. Anyway, that's for a later passage, and that's for future Christian to think about.
As mentioned in the previous entry, I have been sick. I think I wrote my last entry last Saturday, when my left ear hurt really bad. I think it started feeling better on Sunday, but we ended up cancelling our band practice because of the weather - which I was glad about because my ear was killing me. I spent Sunday slogging along waiting to go to bed.
I woke up on Monday and my eyes were bloodshot. I don't know why but they were, and I went to work. I did important work things and I got Little Caesar's for my family. I came home and the water was frozen for the shower. Our sink was running fine, it was just the shower was frozen. I needed a shower badly due to the being sick and what not, so I drove to my grandma's house (Maw Maw Tootie). The main roads by this point were clear but her road was a sheet of ice, but driveable - her driveway had not been touched though, which was fun to drive in. Her house is beautiful when the sun is setting / in the daytime. I left right after my shower, because I didn't want to get Maw Maw Tootie sick. I came home and read a little.
I woke up on Tuesday with my eyes fused together by mucus. This hasn't really happened since I was 4 and I had pink eye. I was worried I had pink eye, however I still had things to do - so I just took extra percaution and made sure not to have any contact with anybody and to disinfect everything. This was easy as I mostly work alone. I left work and stopped at an Urgent Care place. My insurance doesn't cover those sorts of places, but most places try their best not to kill you with billing you. I just had 25 dollar copay, and my medicine was only 25 dollars - which isn't too bad. My blood pressure was high - which is in the normal and I need to start writing it down daily. I told this doctor (I had never seen before) about me being sick and thinking I had fluid or something in my ear and my fear of pink eye. She told me that she would write me and antibiotic and write me some eyedrops, but that my pink eye (she used the word conjuctivitis) was very light and didn't need to worry. She was very nice, and she didn't try to keep me coming back to her office, and I didn't wait too long to see her. Which I highly appreciated. Traffic was backed up badly, so I just drove home.
On Wednesday, I felt a little better, however I was looking forward to taking my antibiotic. I had a rather busy day at work, so time flew by. I got stuck in traffic, however, once I got my antibiotic - I was in a pretty pleasant mood and just looked forward to feeling better while stuck in traffic. I left work at about 4:30 PM and I didn't pull into my driveway until 6 PM. I transcribed a handful of MCA journals.
On Thursday, I overslept and was massively late for work. Waking up is hard to do, and I feel bad and want to try to get in on time. I don't know if I'm just depressed (I mean this in the most literal sense, not just being sad), but I just have a hell of a time waking up in general.
I worked a whole shift on Friday, and I was rather proud of myself. I haven't worked a full shift on Friday in a while - I get depressed in the same way that I feel when I can't get out of bed, and I physically need to leave. This is most likely due to my week being stressful and I'm just so exhausted. I went home and finished typing up the last of the MCA journals and then I played Minecraft.
Yesterday, I woke up pretty early to write the epilogue for the MCA journals. I had to think about what to include and what not too. I definitely didn't want to type my whole life story relating to the past five years, however, I still wanted to provide somewhat of an ending or provide closure. I think the rest of the stuff can be deciphered as a journal from the Propaganda EP and Bush Ghosts EP and Insect Politics onward. This epilogue took me all morning and then I got Subway with my family. From here I attempted to clean my room - because yesterday was our Christimas Eve, and it's been a tradition that me and my sister sleep in my room while my mom sleeps on the couch to meet with Santa and make sure all my sister's presents are accounted for.
By this time it was 2 PM, and I went to pick up Ronnie. Blue Shell had a show at the Blue Parrot, The Blue Parrot is a bar that exists. Me and Ronnie had some time to kill so we went to Books A Million and I bought Dave and my buddy Sam their Christimas presents and I saw a lady looking at the philosophy section and I told her she could get those books cheaper on ThriftBooks. This is an objective truth. I saw a girl I used to work with and I talked to her - she did not seem to remember me and it was stitled and awkward but I just moved on with my life. I saw my old algebra teacher and K's stepdad. We shook hands and talked for a minute. After this, me and Ronnie went to Starbucks and I got a Chai Tea Latte.
It was now like 3:30 PM and me and Kyle and Dylon practiced our set and then loaded everything up. I helped Kyle film a tech deck video. We drove to The Blue Parrot, which is in Charleston - we also got Sheetz on our way at some point. I got a Fiesta Wrap as it is cheap. We set up and played our set. It was a very nice set, there was a lot of good energy and I did not throw up on the stage or anywhere during our set for that matter. It was a good time. Our drummer's girlfriend's friend Brook showed up, she's a very lovely lady and she looked nice - she had a good time and enjoyed being around all of us. We ended up going to a small sports bar, the one mentioned in this blog post from the Telepathic Judas website. This was completely by chance and Brook reccomended it because there was no street tacos. When the bartender looked at all of our ID's he laughed at me, Brook, and Ronnie because all of our middle names were some form of Alexander/Alexandra. I ate a garden salad and sang along to Ignition Remix. I also watched some of Ronnie's old youtube videos and died laughing. I love Ronnie, she's one of the funniest people I know and she's been through a lot and she's made it on the other. She's getting a car today, I believe.
We went back to the show and Brook left shortly after. The Roy F. Bush band played and they were very good, at this point in the night I was going through a loneliness spell. I haven't mentioned this but The Blue Parrot is where I met J. I am still in the throws of the breakup and I think about her at some point during most days where it's recent, but it's went from 80/20 to 60/40 and now it's more like 95/5, probably less. These past couple weeks I've heard she's went off on everybody, so I'm not too interested in what could've been if I had begged her to stay, that is not in my nature. The biggest thing that is a bummer, is when someone sells you that they're a normal person and then they just fail you. I'm not even talking about actual issues like mental illness or bad days or typing annoying paragraphs with words you don't know the actual definition of. It's just a shame to be sitting around people are happy and knowing that could've been and probably should've been you - and through no fault of your own, that person gave up on having that with you. Oh well.
We eventually left, everyone had a great time - including me, despite my mood spell. That comes with these things and getting older and trying to connect with people in deeper ways. We made it back to Beckley around 4AM, I put all the amps up and waiting for Kyle to get back so I could give them their guitars. Once we were all squared away, I dropped Ronnie off and then drove home. By the time all this was done it was and I had made it home, it was 5 AM. My mom had a fan blarring in my room and I woke her up. I slept on the couch for about an hour and then me and my family opened our Christimas presents. It's my dad year to have Christimas on Christimas day with him, so Mom had Christimas this morning. I got a lot of cardigans and what not. My mom also bought me some books from my wishlist - these books are not very positive and not very Christimasy, but they were what I wanted and I'm excited to read them. Currently, I'm going through a big true crime / conspiracy theory. Some of my favorite YouTube channels are: Flesh Simulator, Psych History Show, Semmiot, and Coop. The books I got were: Lowell Cauffiel's House of Secrets (mentioned in Sun Kil Moon's song "Richard Ramirez Died Today of Natural Causes"), The Ultimate Evil by Maury Terry, Pimp by Iceberg Slim, and The Pale King by David Foster Wallace. From here, I was rather out of it - I gave my grandma to tell her I was too exhausted to go to church. I'll call her this afternoon when I leave for band practice.
I'm going to take a shower and try to clean my room and facetime K. I'm going to see her this week and I'm excited. She's a lovely lady. I hope to also read some this week.