It is 9:29 PM. This week has been very lack luster. I started my second semester for my junior ysar of college - the last semester before I have to decide to change or stay stagnant within my job. We shall see, but I probably won't give you too many details. MCA welcomed their first class on Monday, the 12th. That made 6 years since I was in the same exact spot they were. I watched the director's briefing that she gives to the families - it essentially states to send a bunch of letters and not to discourage your cadet. Overall, a lot of the people there were strict but they really did care.

On Monday, I started my classes and posted introductory posts and did some low-grade assignments. I have 8 classes this semester, 3 of which are 5 week courses that will alternate throughout the semester. I have my normal education major classes alongside my last general which is a rather time consuming Science course. My mom's old best friend (who also goes to church with me) is in that Science course which I find heartwarming.

As mentioned, MCA started their class on Monday. I didn't have much nostalgia or anything other than the brief remembrance from Facebook memories. A lady from MCA messaged me to see how I had been doing. She asked how MCA had influenced me, and I wanted to say something really eloquent and patriotic and about how my class ending early due to covid taught me about overcoming adversity in a unique once-in-a-lifetime way because I really wanted to get put into their newsletter. She did not answer - semidepressed pseudointellectual office clerks are probably not the best to have on the front page on the newsletter. Oh well.

I saw K on Monday too, she was tired and had a rough start to what would be a rough week. Me and her watched a Tyler Perry movie and it was a pretty good time. She's very sweet and I think she wanted to fall asleep on me. I wanted to fall asleep too but I needed to go home at about 7PM to do some schoolwork. I made it home and I was so wore out and I soon went to bed.

On Tuesday, Dave messaged me about an upcoming show with Brian Sella of The Front Bottoms and Chad from Emperor X. I love Emperor X and TFB, they are both some of my favorites. Dave said he would buy us tickets. I thought this was really sweet. I worked and went home and went to bed.

On Wednesday, I emailed a famous youtuber and he said he wanted to use me and Dave's somg "Mike & Molly" from Telepathic Judas for a documentary, we shall see in due time. He seems like a nice guy, he hasn't replied to my other email but that's okay - I probably fanboyed unintentionally. Wednesday I started watching ZexyZek's Minecraft Trolling series from like 2014. This series holds a lot of nostalgia to me, and I recommend watching from episode 50 onwards. I was about 10 or 11 when I was watching those videos. I've linked the playlist here.

Thursday I saw K again, it was very, very sweet. It was snowing a little and I had to leave a little early because the weather was getting bad, but I was glad to see her and hold her. I came home and my mom was still out and about so I did some schoolwork and watched my puppy until they came home. I did quite a lot of schoolwork and then went to bed.

By Friday, I was very very wore out. I still had some schoolwork to do, so I decided to take a half day. I came home at about 2 and did schoolwork until 5. From here, the weather called for us to be very, very snowed in so I decided that I would suspend my dry January. I was too stressed and there was nothing to do. I played Minecraft and streamed myself building a mob farm. For some reason it got quite a few views. I've linked the stream here.

Yesterday was Saturday. I did not have much planned - I needed to finish a handful of assignments which I finished at about noon. From here I tried to take a nap, which failed and I worked on music. I have quite a few song ideas and a very concise idea for the album. I want this to be a singer songwriter album - it's just what I've been writing. A lot of the songs are about death and people that I knew that have died. There's some breakup stuff but not a whole lot - life is too short to live in the past like that.

I read and played guitar until about 6 when I picked K up. We went to a show that was a live recording event for some artists at Silverdale. Seth let us in for free under the condition I would take people's money at the door, which I happily obliged. Me and K had a great time, I felt like I talked quite an awful lot - but I know she was nervous but everyone really liked her and thought she was sweet. Dave remembered her and it was nice. I talked to my buddy Sam about all sorts of things and it was a blast, he's a really smart fellow. If I ever write a book or anything similar for an album - I want him to be a cowriter. The event we went to was a live recording event in which there was a film crew (Dave and my buddy Will) alongside Seth digitally recording the two band's sets which I believe goes to my buddy Erik from 21st Century Lofi's cassette recording machine. I bought both band's cassettes; it's a really cool idea and I want deaththreads to do, alongside Blue Shell. I mentioned it to Blue Shell, but they didn't seem as interested as I am about that event - I think all of us could make a lot of money with those Blue Shell cassettes. Oh well.

I drove K home at about 10:30 PM, she had to wake up at 4:30 AM - so I wanted to accommodate her. She's a lovely gal and I like her quite a fair bit.

There was no church today, I need to call my grandma on Tuesday. I haven't seen her in two weeks. I hugged my mom today - one of my favorite YouTubers' (Spazkidin3D, Cory from OneyPlays, etc.) mother passed away recently, and I wanted to make sure my mom knew she's loved. She would tell me about an hour after that she was proud of me, which I thought was sweet. My grandma has said a couple times, "Don't wait until I'm dead to get me flowers," which I think is a very blunt and necessary thing to say. When I'm dead, I don't want people to treat me like I'm something other than human - I don't know how to describe it - but I don't think death holds some sort of unknown wisdom, but I do not really know. I just don't want people to see my death as something that turned me into a blank canvas for the living to project their own feelings and own thoughts onto. Oh well, it's not something I can really control. Atleast those people can buy me flowers.

I read my friend Erika's blog post and she requested that I did some critique for it. I gave her my honest thoughts, I thought it was really good and there's a lot of strong stuff although there was some bits that seemed too sweet and too long and some I would like to see fully developed. I honestly suck at writing and my grammar is atrocious and my writing is probably not that interesting, but I try to be helpful. I probably should've paid more attention in school and had more of a DFW upbringing in relation to the English language - but hopefully one day I'll be okay at writing.

I tried to take a nap today and then I finished Killer Clown. It was rather depressing and I'm glad Gacy is in hell. I am going to start Eye of the Chickenhawk by Simon Dovey tomorrow evening.

From here I went to band practice for Blue Shell, I listened to The Crawlers which is a very very good Creepypasta. I have linked a very good narration here. My buddy Ryan is getting married to my other buddy Kyleigh. I'm proud of him - he has found the one for him. I hope one day I can trust someone like that.

It is now 10:38 PM. I am slightly intoxicated and I'm tired. I am watching the Everybody Loves Raymond Italy special from 2000 alongside an episode of ZexyZek's Minecraft trolling. My mom and dog are snoring in unison. I am going to go to bed very soon once I get this uploaded. Please pray this week will be easier and the next blog entry will be more interesting and entertaining. Amen.