Regarding the NCAA selection

i'm down.

north carolina and uconn in the championship game.
calling it.

nice and familiar

this rushing back and forth, and the constant tension and anxiety at the corners of my stomache. its only slight enough to be noticed and felt at all times, but it never quite fully crosses the borderline into overwhelming. a part of me enjoys it though, it keeps me awake and moving. it keeps me thinking and planning. it's second nature to me now, and i don't mind it much. i'd just really like to know the source behind it.

Sometimes it's circles

Just keep on trudging along.

Cleveland's interior defense against Boston right now is appalling.


The album is almost done, which is nice. We've seemingly found an ideal mastering engineer and some good backups, which is also nice. Tempest isn't doing anything stupid anymore, which is, once again, nice.

So why doesn't everything feel as nice as it seems?

it's been a while

it seems the older i get, the more i grow. the more i grow, the more i revert back to being a child. the more i revert back to being a child, the more exhausted i become. the more exhausted i become, the older i get.
everything becomes a bit of a blur in terms of days going by, and it seems like a minute ago that the last entry was written.

maybe i just need rest.




happy NBA all star weekend all. this is indeed the best series of days in the year.
(and unless i update this with a furious rant, it seems that kobe is on his way to being all star mvp yet again).

another night in the studio

what an interesting evening of guitar solos.

serg serg serg serg serg serg serg

ben ben ben ben ben ben

the yawns are starting to happen now

but but

but it's still pretty early. 

lakers over boston

110-109 (OT)

this was good.

yeah,

for a minute there, i lost myself.

on cliff jumping

there's something in winning the battle against your mind and its conditioning 80 feet above the ground that is of major archetypal significance in the scheme of being. the battle of heaven and hell, of excuse and action, of conditioning and pure instinct, well, they shape just how much substance there really is to our existence. the point of interest here- that instant where a decision is made and purpose is set, and it's the most beautiful thing in the world; where the purity of free action overcomes the noisy streams of thought flowing into your head that turn into excuses, could have beens, and justification, the archetype- the decision to step off of a cliff despite the furious resistance of every bit of your body. once you make that decision and jump, there is no going back. there purpose was there, and the control is in the hands of the soul. you make things happen for yourself with such action, or you may find every single excuse or "reasonable" explanation not to. the great majority of the human race chooses the later.

life is a series of cliffs, and each decision, a jump of variable lengths.

recur, combust.

there's something sitting on the edges of my thoughts.
somehow it makes it's way to the middle without me really knowing what it is

now, if that were true, this would be a lot more confusing.

maybe along the lines of
the politics of human interaction these days are fucking bollocks.

what a shame

in the NBA, it's really unfortunate how much control injuries have over the excitement, the momentum, and the ability of a team to compete at their best. last year it was bynum, yao, greg oden, and the list goes on as my memory falters. this year, it's carlos boozer, jordan farmar, luke walton, zydrunas ilgauskas, elton brand, ron artest, and now.. carmelo anthony and lamar odom!? and i'm missing a lot, too. i know peja wasn't playing earlier. it breaks my heart, really.

i love fever dreams

they're incredibly lucid and severely test your conceptualization of what is real and what isn't. i imagine perhaps that might be what DMT is like.

everything else about a fever is really annoying.


countdown to lakers basketball: 19:40

new orleans hasn't been very impressive this season at all. you know, i'm surprised cp3 isn't asserting himself more as a leader that wants his team in the NBA finals.
MAybe they're still young.


catching up with people in the next few days might be nice. catching up on high school work... meh.
a little too dizzy for comfort.

The Holes in My Head r groWiNG

rarely, i argue with my perception.
sometimes, the thoughts of others do the arguing.


usually, it's not worth thinking about too much.



always, the thoughts overflow out my skull.

carpe diem

the start of a new symbolizes what each moment offers, the ability to fix, to rebuild, to try harder. the tempest armada is signed to an international deal with massive. no more needs to be said. i'm still looking around with my eyes a little too wide open.


ego, (to) longing, (to) anger, (alongside) destiny, and a goal of immesurable proportions.
the motivation is there both inside and out, and i'm hyped as hell.