Ace of Bass

 My best friend in Michigan, who I’ve had delirious plans with to form a rock band to take over the world, and who will at some point move here to pursue that venture, is sending me a bass so that I can get back to practicing, and be ready to start jamming once he gets here. It should have been here by now. I don’t know a lot about it, but it should be kind of awesome. He practices with our old guitar instructor from high school, and through him got a pretty good deal on it. However, I guess they don’t have a tracking number, and didn’t request signature confirmation…so that’s kind of lame. All I can really do is be home whenever I’m not at work(which I do anyway) and hope it comes while I’m here, and that they didn’t fuck up and drop it off at one of the many other apartments here. 

I really need to make a list of generally decent and worthwhile things to do every day. It would resemble something like this:

1)Practice bass(once acquired, probably for a couple hours a day, I have nothing else to do and need to make up for lost time)

2)Practice Japanese(maybe half an hour for now, I still need to learn basic Hiragana)

3)Work out (50 sit ups, 25 push ups at the least, and I really need to start running every day)

Uh…that’s it for now. Those are the important ones. And working on my site, which is hard to do, since no one needs articles, so I need to make videos. People watch videos, except me. I’d rather read articles. Lol and such. I finally got my friends to look at my car the other day. I need a new header and head gasket, which supposedly isn’t that expensive to order, it’s just the labor that normally makes it super expensive. They’ll do it for free(though I’ll pay them what I can), and then after that I need a tune up, and to wash out my under hood area. There is a TON of oily gunk that is caked on everything from it leaking for months, probably. Once all that is cleaned up, they can figure out where my radiator is leaking at, and then that’ll probably need to be replaced. I also need an oil change. So, that’s a lot of stuff, but I’ll get it done. I really need to turn in my Del Taco app…fixing all this would be much easier with a second job, but I basically need a second job that I can walk to or that’s within five minutes of driving. Catch 22s and whatnot.

It’s finally getting warmer, yesterday was kind of nice. I left the windows open, worked out and played a couple hours of somewhat intense DDR. It’s still nothing compared to even a few minutes of running, though. Skyler is back in school, so I can only count on myself, no one is going to help me run and pick me up when I fall down and force me to keep going, literally. I want a bike too, I wouldn’t mind biking even in the winter as long as it’s not super death-like outside. There are so many things I want. And no money for them. I need to file my taxes soon. I got some weird form in the mail a week or two ago. I don’t think it’s for my demo job, I don’t recognize it, and it’s only for a couple hundred bucks, though I made at least twice that working the demos. Also, they only took two dollars out for federal taxes, so that shit is only going to make me owe yet more money to the government. Intercourse my life.

I’ve been feeling kind of pitiful lately. It’s probably because I hang out with people who either have their shit together, or are in the process of it. I always hang out with Skyler and Scott, since I live with one and the other is a couple hundred feet away. They both have girlfriends, one has a sweet programming job where he gets underpaid for his skill level, the other is in college, joining the military, and making  ends meet without really having to work somehow. And then there’s me. I’d rather surround myself with relatively rational, somewhat successful people, compared to the negative, ambitionless fools I used to. I don’t want to be the weakest, though. I want to be the strongest. I want to be the very best, like no one ever was. And other Pokemon lyrics. I want to be the best at everything. Video games, Magic, mindless pricing tasks at work. I want to be the best at being me. I want to be stronger, less ignorant, more skilled, and, of course, richer. It will happen. I just need to stop beating myself up about it as much as I do, it seems to only be detrimental to progress. Otherwise I’d be all for it.

I read through the Scott Pilgrim box set already. I seem to resemble the comic book Pilgrim more than the movie one, even. To me, anyway. No one else agrees. Scott thinks he’s the Scott Pilgrim of the group, but that’s just because his first name is Scott. I’m kind of a loser, kind of an ass at times, have no real redeeming qualities in comparison to everyone else, and I’m the butt of the jokes/group fool, but people still associate with me completely willingly. I don’t worry about it, I just find it humorous.

Man, that bass needs to get here! Bass-age + me not being a lame-ass and actually practicing = my salvation. Supplemented by an actual bass amp at a later date and not a crappy guitar amp.