Saturday, September 4, 2010
I hate complaining, but I need an outlet of some sort.
Today, as my guitar decided to fall apart and lose some pieces (it's all back together with only one piece missing now), I couldn't help but see it as symbolic of the situation I've been in.
Towards the end of the last school year, I ended up saying some stupid things that I got called out on.
Well, after finding myself expelled, I was feeling pretty crappy. Well, to add insult to injury, or more accurately, add injury to injury, I ended up getting sent to a psychiatric hospital for an "evaluation". I figured it might take, what, 2 or 3 days at the most to do this.
Boy was I wrong.
Nearly a week later, after being told I was getting out, only to be told otherwise shortly before the time to leave, I had given up and figured I'd end up staying there for months until I could be entered into a residential program, like the rest of the guys there. Finally, though, after a fair amount of fighting my way out, I was released and back into the world.
Yeah, it seemed that things weren't going to suck so hard after that.
Well, the expulsion went through, and charges were then being brought against me. I was at my wit's end. After fighting through that, I ended up having overturned the expulsion and possibly gaining a consent decree (a court action that would completely eliminate the charges in return for me going to a supervised place, in this case, military school.)
I kinda relate it to my guitar, in that everything began falling apart, but after I picked up the pieces and put forth some effort, it came out almost entirely intact.
The one missing piece, though, is an important one. It was a piece that created a buffer between the metal string, and the guitar's wood. Without this piece, any string that lays where that buffer once was will slowly wear down the finish and the wood until I can replace the piece and repair the damage.
Kind of like, say, therapy?
Monday, August 30, 2010
Music has always been a passion for me, and at this point, it's basically holding my sanity together like a cheap duct tape alternative.
Well at this point I've been sticking to some older rock and metal, it's feeling like a mellow night, I might even make it to bed at a reasonable hour...
Anyway, I think I want you guys to start commenting, what music are you listening to?
What are you favorites bands? Songs? Genres?
I'm partial the metal and rock, but even I can get into Wu-Tang or Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
As I sit here, typing away on this noisy mechanical keyboard, trying to keep it low enough as to not wake the person sleeping on the floor below, I can't help but be struck by some sort of a muse.
It's strange how the day just sucks the inspiration out of me, it's like I just manage to get caught up in the mindless routines that drive so many of our sanities, but then at 2:15 AM, I'm struck with an urge. No specific inclination, but an overall motivation to just do something.
Perhaps it's something worth looking into. Yet I find some hesitance, some question as to whether or not my musings are worth publishing.
But then, society has shown an interest in the inane ravings of absolute nobodies, turning them into celebrities. (I'm talking about you Perez).
Perhaps, though, if I present an alternate persona, I might become successful...
Or maybe I could bombard you with pictures? Well, I shall try it tonight.
Indeed, I shall try it.
And with that, I send you and your imagination to dream land.