ALL NIGHTER WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!1!!11!12

So yeah, all nighter. This is what happens when you don't concentrate in class and you let deadlines fly by. I had to work on a quite abstract project for my operating systems class, plus hammer out the take home portion of the midterm. That was loads of fun. At least I had company along the way. John Manchester had to finish the project as well, and he started it the same time I did (last night), so we worked on it together, listened to lots of music, sang really loud, and got very little coding done for about the first three-four hours. Then again we didn't know how to even approach the project. It took me a few hours of staring at different coding examples from my professor before things started to click. It also didn't help that I was using a programming language that I was quite unfamiliar with (Java, my native language is C++), but it looks and performs like C++ to the point where I can phone in whatever I need to do. Java's not a bad language, it's just the fact that I'm quite stubborn and haven't wanted to learn Java unless I really needed to. I haven't had any need to, but in this partucilar case it was easier for me to do this project in Java. It was lots of fun trying to decipher the various error messages the developer environment kept giving John and I. John almost gave up because of all the error messages but we made it through. he finished his project at around 8 am, I finished mine about an hour and a half later. Unfortunately I wasn't done yet, I had a take home midterm I had to work on (oh joy). I hammered that out really quickly just in time to pass out on the floor in my room. I made it to my bed with help from CJ and Jessie, and I slept for a good two hours. Now all I have to look forward to is handing all this shit in and being done with it. WEWT LEWPS! Heehee!

Piss....

Not a good week for me. I've had midterms, food poisoning and terrible bouts of depression, grumpiness and hunger due to the food poisoning and lack of sleep. The food poisoning was partially my fault because I was trying to experiment with a recipe for egg drop soup and apparently I didn't cook the eggs all the way through in the last batch I made. I woke up the next day and felt like death. I had to miss work that day, which sucked. I felt better the next day, and decided to go to a diner in Bumblefuckshire, CT with some friends and enjoy a Chicken Cordon Bleu sandwich. The next day I felt like death squared. It was bad news, especially since I had to work that day to make up for the hours I missed that Thursday. I managed to make it through the day, and then died on my bed for a few hours. I woke up in a really shitty mood between not feeling well and not being able to eat, which sucked because there was to be a party in my dorm later that night. I wasn't 100%, but I was able to function through the night, cook and wash dishes. I wasn't in a good mood for most of the night so I stayed in the kitchen and hummed to myself (when I'm not in a good mood I become very antisocial, and it didn't help that I was kinda depressed because I was sick). I didn't feel like talking to anyone so I kept to myself for most of the night (which is kind of bad when you're throwing a party), but towards the end of the night I took a risk and had some food and I felt a little better (had a few moments of nausea here and there but I was alright) and I ended the night playing some guitar. A good time was had by all. I felt better today save for a piercing headache, but hey, what can you do. Not looking forward to tomorrow, getting one of my midterms back...I don't want to see my grade. Ooph.

And now tonight's top stories....

[Listening to: Aleda - Chemical Drive from the album "The Invention of Time"]

Spring break was a crapload of fun. To sum it up in four words: friends, Aleda and drinking. Originally I thought this spring break was going to consist of me sitting in my house all week doing nothing but watch tv, but fortunately for me two good friends decided they wanted to take trips to New York and made life much less boring for me. Jessie was on her way to NY the same day as I was, so that saved me a nice bit of money since she takes the Metro North from New Haven instead of the Greyhound bus. We hung out for most of the day, we scouted out areas to find a tattoo parlor so she could get a tattoo (shoutout to Chris for helping us scout out). I didn't get to see the final tattoo (and still haven't, I have to ask her), I had to run home and put my bags and everything down and settle in, but from what I saw, it looks damn good. Later in the night we took a stroll to the Barcade, enjoyed the atmosphere, enjoyed the games, and enjoyed a shot of Jager in honor of CJ who couldn't be there because he was all the hell away in Chicago. The next couple of days my friend John came down to NY. He stayed with my mom and I for a few days. It was a lot of fun, especially since he was the first friend I've ever had stay over at my house. We made the most of it, heading over to the Barcade as well as various places in Lower Manhattan. It was a smurfing good time.

What made this break even more awesome was the fact that John and I got a chance to hang out with Aleda in Williamsburg. Colin, the lead signer offered John and I copies of the new album so we met up with him, Joe the drummer and Joe (JoeBass) the Bassist at this spot where JoeBass bartends. We laughed, we drank (too much), we had a good time. The highlight of the night was when I was trying to give myself a rest after three beers, and then Colin said "c'mon man, you know you want that 4th beer! I'll buy it for ya!" In reference to the fact that I tried three of the four beers on tap there. I did want that 4th beer, but not at that particualr moment, I told him to give me about 10 minutes. 3 minutes later, "Hey Joe, give this guy his beer! It's been 10 minutes." I was about done after drinking that one. After we parted ways with Colin et al, John and I decided to head off to lower Manhattan to get ourselves in trouble. We get to Union Square, and John says to me, "I don't have the bag." The bag referring to the bag that contained his mother's birthday present as well as both our CDs. We then frantically looked back and forth to backtrack our steps to see if we could find the bag. After over an hour of running back and forth between Brooklyn and Manhattan, we gave up. Most likely John left the bag on the train, and someone picked it up. Piss. We headed back to the bar and sat to sober up and lament. We asked JoeBass if he had any more copies laying around. Fortunately he did, and we waited until his shift ended and went over to his place and recieved our new copies. I made damn sure I held on for dear life to my copy. It was all worth the wait. The album is incredible. I've never air guitared, air bassed and air drummed in the same song or the same album for that matter. This album gets me pumped like no other. I have to call up Colin and JoeBass to let them know how I feel about the album. I'll get to that later.

That Saturday, Jessie made another appearance in NY, so John and I met up with her and walked around Midtown for a while and reveled in all the people crowding around bars for St. Patrick's Day. Overall Spring Break kicked asssssss.

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Right now I'm working on a song in Reason tentatively titled "...An Epic Encounter". It's a pseudo-orchestral sounding piece consisting of drums, timpani, full string section and horn section made up of french horns and trombones. It's going to kick assssss! It has this epic video game boss battle feel, and I like how it's coming out so far. It's about midway done. I'm really looking forward to this one. One thing I found out though that kinda bugged me out was the fact that it sounds strikingly like the music to Dark World from The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past. It sounds a lot like it, which is strange because I've never heard the song, or even played A Link to the Past for that matter. Weird. Maybe I saw one of my roommates play it once and don't remember. Ah well, I'm still finishing this song. At least I didn't consciously bite off the song like some composers do. John Williams' Star Wars theme is based off of Erich Korngold's "Kings Row" title theme song. I regret nothing. NOTHING!!!!1 k, I'm done.

Think about this...

You sit at your tv flipping through the channels trying to find something good, and you look through the hundreds upon hundreds of channels and find nothing. Now imagine that you've let your finger off the remote but the channels are still changing away, and they pass by faster, and faster, and faster, and faster to the point that you can't even see what's on anymore, it's all just a big blur of random information flashing in front of your eyes. You try to turn the tv off, but the off button on the remote doesn't seem to be working, so you go to the tv to turn it off manually but the power button is broken. You go behind the tv to unplug it but my some weird miracle the tv is still playing, and still flipping through channels. You walk away from the room to get away from the this strange anomaly, but for some reason you can still see the channels flashing away wherever you go, like that image is engraved in your head. You try to catch a breath of fresh air to regain your composure, but it doesn't go away, it just slows down the channels flashing by. At this point you have no idea what these channels are because you're pretty sure cable tv doesn't have that many channels. You come to realize that these aren't channels, these are various thoughts in your head. Thoughts, memories, incidents, half of which you barely remember happening because they're so insignificant and don't mean anything. None of the memories are the same, each one that passes by is different from the other. While trying to make sense of it all, the "channels" start flipping by faster again. You try to clear your mind but all the information is so jumbled in your head that you can't take it anymore and all of a sudden.....