Destroyed by an Asteriod (new song)

Destroyed by an Asteriod

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Another song.. "Nightwalker"

NightWalker

(check it out.)

Now you can hear the retarded songs I make!!!

Thanks to modern technology, and my helpful friend Doug, you too can enjoy the rediculous music I make! (and don't forget to check out AtlAtl, Doug's band, who are graciously allowing me to post my bullshit songs on thier site) Here's a link:

AtlAlt

OK!!! Here's the first song I'll post. Its a song I made a couple days ago that I decided might be called "3001: A Space Tragedy". Enjoy please.

3001 A Space Tragedy

(click that shit above)

Neil muther-fucking Diamond: The Real Messiah

Hello folks. Today was a nice day, one full of profound thought and the new birth of many ideas. I just got back to my apartment from after a long day at work, and now I sit and am covered by the omnipotent wisdom of Neil Diamond, which flows like sparkling water from my speakers. (sort-of) Hang on. Gonna get a beer. Ok, got a beer and called my mom. Tried to dodge the issue of finding an architecture job, since that's all we talk about and I don't have one yet. Told her I learned how to make good mashed potatoes. She sounded tired. Anyways, today I worked all day on the ongoing process of setting up a new hardware store. Gordon's Ace is opening a new location, so they sent me over there today. It was kind nice, I just put tags on merchandise all day and listened to my i-pizod on shuffle. I was thinking about music in general and how amazing it is that its just sound. Thats all it is when you get down to it... sound. But humans have developed sound so highly that its broken up in genres. Dude, that's fucked up. And as I was listening to all those hours of music, I visited so many different phases of my life, so many ages. Its is truely amazing the ability that music has to alter your emotions, especially when you think of it as simply being organized sound. I was smiling and lost in an funny memory one second, and developed a lump in my throat and thought I would cry the next. All from hearing these sounds.

Simple pleasures..

Nothing exciting to report. Still working at Ace Hardware, which hasn't been too bad lately. Um, really looking forward to a new episode of "The Surreal Life" tonight. Yeah, pretty boring day. But hey, that's cool. Not working today, just relaxin. Wanna make some songs. I need to figure out a way to post some songs online so you guys can hear them. Maybe I can get my buddy doug to post em somewhere, he's good with the internet. Whoa, cops is on, and some crazy lady just said "I wanna bite you, please!!!" to a police officer. When he asked why she wanted to bite him she answered, "cause I'm a vampire!... a very polite vampire!!!" I think its safe to say she'd been doing some drugs that night. Gonna go for now, but I'll post something soon. I'll figure out how I can attach songs. Peace y'all!

Valentine's Day Puke Session

Hey dudes. Sorry about that depressing last entry. Gotta avoid posting when I'm drunk and sad. Today was the day after valentine's, and I spent the whole day really sick. I lost count of how many times I threw up. I couldn't take a sip of water without running to the bathroom. It sucked. i'm feeling better though. Oh.. this is funny. I've been meaning to write about this this shit cause its funny. Ok, a few days ago I went out and got drunk and came back to my apartment and put on some music. Guns N Roses came up on shuffle and it sounded REALLY awesome at the time. It somehow was exactly what I needed at that time. So I felt it appropriate to send a blanket email out that said the following:

Subject: Here's something that's been working well for me lately...

Text: Guns N' Fucking Roses. Give it a try. ~Al

Ok, that in itself is not that funny. But the next day at work I checked my email and I had two resposes. It should be noted that I barely recalled even sending the email. The first reply was from Chicago Architect Lance Lauderdale. It read like this:

Thanks Al. I'll look into it.

Lance

The second was from my mom. It said:

Thanks. I'll consider it.

Mom



Whoops.

Hello Human Listener.

Ok, hello folks. I had a bad day. Its weird cause nothing bad happened. Its all in my attitude, which sucked a serious fat one today. All day, in my head, I was like "Al, why aren't you working at an architecture firm?... What the fuck is wrong with you?.. Your work is pretty good, right?... Then what the fuck is the problem?... " It was a day of questioning my worth as a human being. And it was not fun. I wasn't my optimistic, chipper self. I can only hope that tomorrow will be better. If SOM would just call me, I would: A) be getting paid three or four times what I am now. B) Have a regular human being's schedule, which I am oh so eager to have. C) Have a job that pertains to my studies and interests. D) Be able to call my Mom and make her proud. (that's a big one) E) Be able to dress up and commute downtown and feel somewhat successful. F) Finally be able to not call my mom for money. (I'm so fucking sick of doing that, and I'm sure she is too.) .... So you get the point. Right now I'm listening to White Zombie and drinking to try to get out of my own over-analystic head for a while, so I can truely relax. I think I'm finally close. The main reason I haven't been typing blog entries more frequently is that I 've been so damned depressed, and I feel like sharing that is not that cool... Oh great, James Taylor on shuffle. About the most depressing music I can hear, being that it was my late dad's favorite. Wow, I'm drunk and this is too personal. I'll send it anyways, fuck it.. life is short... If I never send anything, you guys will never know me. And as much as I'd like to think I'm a loner, I'm definitely not. I need friends like you. Thanks human listener.

Andy Dick is an asshole.

Titles are stupid. Hello again. How are you, internet reader? Well, I had a job interview today! With SOM, a serious architecture firm here in Chicago. The office was amazing. It consumes several floors in a Daniel Burnham building on Michigan avenue. The office is all visually linked by a huge atrium opening cutting through the middle of each floor, and there's an awesome contemporary architecture exhibit on the first floor. Also, as an added bonus, the Art Institute of Chicago is directly across the street. I decided I really want this job. They better fucking call me. I saw interior rederings for the new tallest building in the world in Dubai. They're insane. Some of the models and rederings in the office were incredible. Anyways, its not originally what I had in mind when I moved here for work, but at this point, it seems like an exciting possibility. Getting all dressed up and taking the train downtown walking around like a real fancypants.. seems cool. So wish me luck, hope they "get back to me". This whole "professional world" career shit is sooo weird, I honestly don't know if I'm ready for it.. guess I don't really have a choice. Aspects of it seem awesome, and some seem retarded and horrifying. Some of you readers are undoubtedly going through the same thing. Well, until I hear from them, (if I do) it's back Ace hardware, which I shouldn't say anything about since this psycho girl at work printed out one of my co-workers blogs and showed it to my boss. It said some stuff about skipping work and she wanted to get my friend Stacy in trouble with the manager. What's up middle school? Glad to be back. In other news, Gary Busey just said "you have what's called an emotional cancer" to some guy. What the fuck does that mean? Thanks, internet reader. Thanks for reading.

Can't sleep!

Hey there. I feel asleep really early, and now a few hours later I'm wide awake and can't get back to sleep, so its blog time, y'all. Ever seen "I'm with Busey" on comedy central? Shit's fucked up. Its just Gary Busy trying to kill this poor kid they force to hang out with him. PLEASE watch it sometime. Gary Busey is insane. End of story. Peace.