JamX

Won JamX. Kinda surreal because I'm not like estatic or something. Maybe because the fact hasn't sunk in yet or maybe because somehow I'm just, well, not excited anymore. It was like, "Oh we won? Ooo, we won! Okay, we won. Now what?".

Now what. That's very apt. I suppose all of us in the band are realistic enough to know that you can't make a living out of being a full time musician. Practically every band out there has some day job. Quit school and play band? Apparently that's what the juest band that day (Ronin) did. They were all classmates with this friend of mine and he said they all left uni to pursue their passion.

Maybe because music is not really a passion for me. It's more like an outlet for stress more than anything else. Ah well. Problem is what to do with a recording contract...

JamX

jamX finals this saturday. Hope there's a chance of winning something. Think we're pretty good. After all that practice, we better be. Still making all the simple mistakes of missing notes on quick passages. Maybe I should rub muscle rub into my fingers?

Sigh. 2 weeks to finalise design. Madness. How on earth do you do it in 2 weeks when in the past 3 semesters it took an average of 6? The tutors are out of their minds. And on to of that they lump so many faculty presentations. Soon we'll be nuttier than the Mad Hatter.

Someone enlighten me on a clean and efficient method to bump off my room mate

Things that I've done this evening:
1. Sweep the room.
2. Arrange the bookshelves.
3. De-odour the room.
4. Wipe the fan.
5. Mop the floor.
6. Clean the rugs.

Things the leech in my room did today:
1. Vegetate.
2. Eat and stink up a recently nice-smelling room.
3. Vegetate.
4. Watch me clean.
5. Vegetate.
6. Watch me mop.
7. Watch internet-TV.
8. Fall asleep while waiting for the TV to load.
9. Use up a 2-week old box of tissues.

On that last count, even with my sinus and running nose, it takes me 3 months on average to polish off one box of tissues. So for him to use up one entire box in 2 weeks is incredible. I don't mind my stuff being used, but by that blob of fluid-filled parasitic carbon-based organism, NO NO NO! (Please refer to earlier blog below for a short list of the major sins he has committed against me). As a note, the only way he can possibly use up so much tissue is that he wanks himself dry. Of which I have this stinking suspicion that he does VERY often. EWWWW!!!

Did I tell you that he doesn't dispose of his tissues in his own trash-bin? I use coloured tissue so if he uses copious amounts it would be very obvious if he throws them in his bin. But mine? To his bird-brain it probably seems pretty logical. Except that I didn't use any the past few days.

So anyway, does anyone out there has a solution for me on how to bump him off without the need to physically dispose of his jism-filled sack? *Pukes*

I'm Darned Lazy

I'm darned lazy to even blog. not in my genes I guess. This has become a complain forum more than anything else. I should be more industrious.