(Un)Laziness

So someone, whose name I will not mention for obvious reasons, is forcing me to transcribe my indescribable feelings into this blog; even though I am horribly busy with living my crowded and someone chaotic life. So for their sake I will try and write something worth someone's free if not worthless time.
Currently, as of this day and what I am assume to be the hour, I have a lot on my plate. Me and the lady are trying to move, for good reason but against a fair amount of resistance. It's frustrating when the people who want you to continue living with them have the argument that is the exact reason your leaving. They want us to stay because of all we did around here, but that's exactly why we are leaving; because we had to do so much, and it was (and still currently is) too much for us to do. Assuming we were parents and we had this many kids it would be something totally different, but we don't. Yes we assumed a great deal of responsibilities in the house, taking care of the bills and rent, but when someone complains about the way we do things when we are taking care of everything for them, they have to expect some anger. And the fact that they have become so pro-active once they realized their enforcers were leaving is even more insulting. They didn't care enough to help when we bared the burden but they second we decide to leave the claim how much they are 'willing to help now that they know how much we did for them. Bullshit. And of course the lady has deflected all of this towards me so I have to hear it basically every time I talk to anyone in the house.
Now add on to that I ridiculous work load of seven classes (note; I have 8 next quarter) and trying to manage one band and find my musical self and it makes seeing the important things rather difficult. Which is currently trying to decided what to do with the rest of my life. I think I have an idea. A very vague idea. So currently the plan, of the bunch, is to pick a few places and look into school,jobs,living and such for after college. So, amid all the madness above, and probably some unseen other madness, that is my goal. Over and out

Shoot me in the head

So currently life for me has been oscillating between sharp needles in my eyes and duller, heavier objects on my kneecaps. Last Friday I played in a show for some school donors and wound up getting drunk off wine and getting a ride home with my housemate Jesse. Unfortunately this meant at 3:30am that morning I had to walk all the way to the radio because my back was still in the rack by the music building where I left it before getting wasted. Fortunately this turned out to be a good thing because I saw a poster for a Jack's Mannequin concert Thursday night. Which would make an awesome 2 year anniversary present for my lady. And it was, and it was a nice pick me up considering that Thursday, yesterday, I'm pretty sure I bombed my music history midterm. Unfortunately, when we got home at 1 our more raucous house mates had friends over. We told them to be quiet, and its not like this hasn't happened before, but of course they didn't. And they didn't actually quiet down until 3. And happy-go-lucky me today overslept and missed one of my midterms, in a class that I have already missed a test in. I've decided that the two of us our moving, some way some how we are getting out of this house. It's not that we hate the people, or that we don't like the location. I love this house,and most of my friends from school and my band live here. But I just can't keep doing it. I don't even really want to talk about it actually.
The show was really cool, didn't really know who the first two bands were, the second one was kinda cool, but the show was good. It was really enjoyable and it was also good to see the lady enjoy herself. But yeah I'm done, I can't think straight right now.

Crossroads

I think its weird when I have completely contrasting feelings at the same time. I've been freaking out from some time now about has soon I will be out of school and have to fend for myself. Which I find horribly scary considering I have no clue what it is I'm going to do; at all. Yet at the same time I have this really nagging rut feeling. Six out of the seven classes that I have now will be the same classes that I will have for the rest of the year. And as it stands now I have two more years here before I can move on, assuming I stay here and don't end up going somewhere else; like my mother would like me to do.
So yeah, this is my first blog thanks to the sleepy bear, which after the video conversation we just makes sense. Shame that technology can't be good and cheap yet. One day. I don't really want to finish this more and I kinda want to take a show so I think I'll keep this first one short.