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Monday, November 8th, 2004
12:28 am	Don't worry, I'm a professional. So, today, a very important event unfolded. I'm no longer an amateur writer. I'm a professional. And by professional, I of course, don't mean that I'm a fantastic writer, but that I get paid to write. For some reason, those craz-os at Performing Songwriter decided to mail me a check for fifteen dollars for the 400 +/- words that they put into one of their magazines. I'm going to see if that issue is out now, and if it is, I'll post awesome little scans of all of it. So now I have fifteen dollars... hooray. I think I'll save it for a rainy day. ~Decibel P.S. The roommate still sucks. Current Mood: angry Current Music: Atlantis - Fiji
Monday, November 1st, 2004
10:48 am	Introducing for the first time ever. I bought records. Hooray-a for me. Felix da Housecat - Rocket Ride DJ Micro - Penetrate DJ Tiesto - Love Comes Again (!!! = creamage of pants) Paul Van Dyk (feat. Second Sun) - Crush and a 10" from Nickelodeon that has the Invader Zim theme song and the Planet Battle theme on it... yeah, it's incredibly high quality. >>; I'm out and tired. ~Decibel Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: Dj Tatana - Sunset Beach
Friday, October 29th, 2004
11:06 am	I just don't get it. Every day, for the past 2 weeks, I've woken up and felt like a fried shit stain. It's making me want to bash my head in with a spiky metal pan, but I don't think many pans have spikes on them... and if there are any that do, I'd like to watch the chef who uses those pans, because I have a sneaking suspicion that he's some sort of Mongol-torture chef. He'll be lightly simmering something on the stove, and then he'll yank the pot with the spikes up and jam it into someone's kneecaps. I think videotapes of this show should be shown on the Food Network. It woudl be great. ~Decibel Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: Paul Van Dyk - AudioTrack 15
Wednesday, October 27th, 2004
10:05 am	Hungry and sweaty. My room just won't get comfortable. The windows are always getting closed, the room is still reeking, and my roommate won't leave the fans on. He doesn't get it. No open windows + No fans + His smelly ass = a stuffy, hot room that smells like stale, burnt coffee and BO. I want to kill myself. I'm so tired and there's nothing I can do about it. Ugh. The last week has been less than productive. ~Decibel Current Mood: tired Current Music: Rui Da Silva - Touch Me
Sunday, October 24th, 2004
2:07 am	I don't care what you say or think... ...you will never be THIS fucked up... ~Decibel Current Mood: awake Current Music: Dj Tatana - Neon Lights
1:21 am	The extra 'R' is for... Okay, the acronym is PLUR. That's it. There is no extra letter. Quit trying to add your own special little fucking spin to it. That is sacred ground, and you are definately not someone worthy enough to go about changing it because you think it needs to be. Oh, wait... No, I was wrong. There is a little change that could be made... PLURYNSTFUBIBYSWMB. Peace, Love, Unity, Respect and You Need to Shut The Fuck Up Before I Bash Your Skull in With a Menstral Badger. ~kthxla. In other news, I'm not really that angry... not all the time at least. And my last story post didn't get very many comments. That's it. <33 ~Decibel Current Mood: amused Current Music: Bad Boy Bill - Junior Jack - Esamba
Friday, October 22nd, 2004
2:04 pm	SWG. I want to start playing Star Wars Galaxies again... because I think it's better than Everquest. I mean, if it only took me like, 4 months to nearly get my Jedi slot, then I could theoretically get it in an even shorter amount of time this round, because I already know what I'm doing, right? Le sigh... I miss it. ~Decibel Current Mood: angry Current Music: Bad Boy Bill - Dave Armstrong - Make Me Move
3:36 am	The Goldberg Variation Here's a story I wrote a few weeks ago for my short story class... It involves raves, ravers, and drugs. Please don't comment on how the drug content makes you uncomfortable. I've had enough of that already. Also, here's what I've been told at least ten times already, plus a few extra facts: -->The rave world is rather well known to me and not to x reader. I tend to write the details of the rave world a bit vaguely, because it's all known to me. So if you're confused, ask, and I'll explain. -->Don't comment about how the drugs make you uncomfortable, or you don't like that detail. I've already heard that at least twenty times. This might be a bit overboard for the people actually reading this, but don't start a drug argument in my journal. As a matter of fact, just only comment on the story. Any other posts will be deleted. -->There is a bit of a lack of a huge central conflict. I was hoping the concentration of many mini conflicts between the main character and his goal would count as a big conflict, but apparently not. -->I am a bit minimalistic when it comes to my dialogue. I don't do the "he said, she said" after every line. It's a bit confusing, but just think about it, and read the names I do include in the dialogue, and I'm pretty sure you smart readers can figure it out. -->Don't say anything about how I started off with a really strong conflict between Julius and Dr. Jordan, or that I sort of dropped a few very cool details. I know. When I revise and extend the story, the story will be better. -->It's roughly ten pages long. -->I don't use standard indention rules. I like my system more than the standard, and I think it looks prettier. It stretches out my text a bit, but that's a casualty I'm willing to accept. -->This has been primarily posted for My Mackenzie, because I told her I would. :) That's it. Enjoy. ***** ( The Goldberg Variation ) ~Decibel Current Mood: amused Current Music: Original Broadway Cast - La Vie Boheme
Tuesday, October 19th, 2004
11:05 am	Use the quotation marks, bitch! This is Joey "sleeping through his alarm." I have a ten dollar check on my desk, but I can't cash it because my family is retarded and doesn't know how to send me money. I really could use the money. I need stuff. When I move out, I want to do it when Nick isn't in the room. I just want him to come in to the room and suddenly, all my shit is just gone. I think it'll be real funny. I'm going to have to give the address update to a whole lot of people. Maybe... Okay, so maybe not, now that I'm thinking about it. I have my parents, Performing Songwriter, Rain, and maybe a few other. Meh. If anyone really wants to send me something, they can send it to UE and UE will forward it to me. That's about it. ~Decibel Current Mood: disappointed Current Music: DJ Sage - Klute - Take A Breath
3:33 am	When in Rome... Holy fuck. It's 3:30 am, and I'm starving to the tits. D: What in the hell is this shit!? Today I ate seafood hardcore style. Shrimp and snow crab legs. And now I'm poor. I'm also not going to eat animal for a good long while. It just isn't pleasant anymore. The texture of shrimp was particularly disturbing. I'm definately moving to Moore. I'll be situated before Friday. House is wonderful. And I'm done. >.< ~Decibel Current Mood: hungry Current Music: Richard Humpty Vission - Do What You Want
Monday, October 18th, 2004
10:54 am	A few notes: -->I really love the atmosphere of the dorm rooms when it's nearly eleven in the afternoon, and the room is dark and gloomy from the weather, and I would really enjoy to put on a low, warm light to make navigating the room easier. But instead, all I can do is flip on the overhead flourescent alien mind-control light, and that completely shatters the good feelings I get. -->An internship in Manhattan. What what? -->I really, really, really need to do laundry. -->Rain, I have your t-shirt. I just need time to sit down and rip all of my CDs, because it's going to take a while. Ripping CDs takes a long time. D: -->I can't live with my roommate anymore. I just can't. I can't live anywhere near him. That's why I'm looking for a new room to stow my shit. -->Gotta write two papers. All the books are on my floor. -->Our next major rave goal is to go see Paul Oakenfold. My next minor goal is to find a link to Perfecto Records' website that actually works. ~Decibel Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Bad Boy Bill - Kid Creme/JJ Flores & Steve Smooth feat, Delano - Hypnotizing/Release (acca)
3:08 am	Oh, Dad... A funny thing happened today. I told my mom about getting my ear pierced, yeah? I sent her pictures of it. She told me she was happy that it, "wasn't big and scary" and that it "actually looks nice." Thanks, Mom. x) Anywho, ( here's one of the pictures: ) Eventually I'm going to have to have "the talk" with them. Now it's inevitable. ~Decibel Current Mood: amused Current Music: Bad Boy Bill - JJ Flores & Steve Smooth Feat. Alex Peace - Discoteca
Saturday, October 16th, 2004
1:54 am	And on to the revised rant. To Whom This Concerns: I get the point: you support the fight against breast cancer. Enough with the pink ribbons. I understand that millions of women every year have to fight breast cancer, and it's a tragic thing. But you know what? You kids aren't on the boat alone. If I recall correctly don't we have ribbons for lung, colon, or brain cancer? Get the fuck over yourselves and take a place in line. So it's a special woman thing when one of the fairer sex overcomes such a foe, but you don't have balls. We haven't told you yet, but every time a man overcomes testicular cancer, we throw him a big fucking party with lots of strippers, alcohol, and drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. Going along the sexist portion of this discussion, I'd like to point out two things. First, there is no ribbon for testicular cancer. There's one for prostate, but that's not the only place where only men can get cancer. Here's number two: there is a ribbon for ovarian cancer, but how many teal pins do you see around? The ribbons have become so overpopulated and trendy that womankind is beginning to discriminate against itself. Before you fuss, though, I am not trivializing breast cancer; I'm leveling the playing field for a game best played on a flat surface. You slap a pink ribbon on every sweater, every building, and every overpriced, gas-guzzling SUV. You make it difficult for me to say that I'm not writing this because you people are pissing me off, but I do say it. And I'm certainly not doing this because I hold breast cancer in any particularly lower regard. Here's a tip: If you were really, really worried about breast cancer, you would sell that mountain on wheels for something a bit more economical, and donate the money to the nearest breast cancer foundation. Fuck, you could even sell your ribbon, stickers, and magnets and donate that money to the nearest breast cancer foundation. For the love of fuck, realize that this isn't an objection to you and yours. I'm sick of all the ribbons, even the rainbow one. We all have problems, but if we boost some of those problems above the rest, we'll eclipse other problems that need attention as well. In closing, if you're going to put something on your car, go buy a sticker from Hot Topic. Love, ~Decibel Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: Dj Tiesto - Dance Department Live 10-07
Friday, October 15th, 2004
10:59 pm	Relevations in the car... So, when I'm riding around in the car, zoning out and chilling to some techno, I always will do mini-dances in my seat; and I see a projected image in my mind of how I see myself based on how I feel and the emotions I'm feeling. Now, when I realize that I'm doing this, I analyze what I really look like. The point of all this, I don't like my face, because my face doesn't look like anything I want to be: a famous musician or writer, a prominent figurehead in the music or writing community, etc. I just don't "have the face" for it. I really don't like my face. Here's what I realized in the car about my face: I have real features. In daily media, the faces of most of the people are ambiguous specifically so that anyone could be one of those people. Unless you're a celebrity, the faces on TV are cookie-cutter faces. Our culture has worked stereotyping directly into facial structures. But I don't have one of those faces. Which, to me, means that I'm meant to be above the "normal" facial structure, and thus above ambiguity. I guess I wax optimistic from time to time. That's about it. I have a rant coming up next. :) ~Decibel Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: One of Rachel's Mixes...
5:03 pm	Kay, so here's how it all works out: My room smells like BO, sausage, and stale coffee. Three of the scents I hate more than anything in the world. My hands are fuck-hauled because of all the marimba playing I did today, but I feel good. If I had a marimba of my own, I would be able to practice at my own leisure, and would therefore probably practice considerably more... Now all I need is $15,000 for the marimba and a place big enough to store it. Electronica is good. And that's the answer. ~Decibel Current Mood: apathetic Current Music: Utah Saints - Lost Vagueness (Oliver Lieb's Main Mix)
2:14 am	Penny Arcade... ...it never ceases giving me the laughter. Sometimes it is tough dealing with fighting the endless hoardes of my mirth when I'm reading, but I cope. I'm glad they know what they're doing... ~Decibel Current Mood: amused Current Music: Riva - Stringer
1:08 am	Huevos. My eyes are burning. And that's about it, really. I'm getting really good story ideas, which is awesome. Just need to sit down and write for a good while. -whistles and looks around-... ~Decibel Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: Airwave - Alone in the Dark
Wednesday, October 13th, 2004
11:20 pm	How does it feel to have your words snatched away by a nasty word burglar? http://photobucket.com/albums/v170/dj_decibel/ Check out the Tiesto pictures. Public view password is homoerotic. ~Decibel Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: World Clique - Don't Do It
1:06 am	Oi. My computer is back on. I'm tired and I'm going to bed. <3 for those of you who already have it. ~Decibel Current Mood: drained Current Music: LN Movement - Golden Desert Part 2
Friday, October 8th, 2004
10:52 am	-does a dance- I tried to dance, but it hurt to much... D: This is Joey skipping everything today because he woke up with the inability to breathe. After he regained that ability, he lost his ability to move without everything hurting. So now, he's going to take a personal day. I just need to send all of my professors emails... >.< This is going to be a long day. ~Decibel Current Mood: sick Current Music: DJ Baby Anne - Baby Anne - Blue Light Fever - DJ