Diary

And thus after three weeks of procrastination being busy with my university stuff, I am back to blogging!

First and foremost, let me introduce... my new kitty! My Dad was litterally going out of his mind without a cat, visiting her grave everyday and all, so we decided that we'd rather get a new cat than get murdered one night... OK, maybe I am exaggerating a tiny bit, but still. Now we have a new little critter to bother us and Dad isn't as irritating anymore.

This time it's a male kitty. He's only seven weeks old but already quite an evil cute little creature. Most of the time he spends chewing my hand, my bootlaces, my boots, my anything. The rest of the time he, of course, sleeps. Anyway, he's quite pretty, being totally white and little and having cute eyes... Evil bastard.

What else? Well, since everyone hates me and I am an evil bastard, I didn't get any Christmas presents this year. Yay! Ah, whatever, not that I cared about presents much anyway. People usually give crap presents these days anyhow. I still have a slight hope to get some presents from several persons I didn't meet yet, but I'm not expecting much. And if you must ask, no, I didn't give presents to anyone either, because all my presents are crap as well. Maybe I will give something to a couple of people who seem to mean a bit more than usual... But I wouldn't have high hopes in their place either.

Expected more, huh? Well, shit, I live a boring life, what would you expect? Feeding overweight tigers with chicken?

By the way, if you're feeling a strong inclination to kill yourself but don't want to do the dirty job yourself, force me to listen to Christmas songs. I guarantee it won't hurt... me... a lot. Well, OK, Mariah Carey looked kind of sexy in that black and white music video, but that's as far as I can go. I have a very low Christmas song threshold before I go completely bananas.

RIGHT NOW: Listening to Nick Cave's "Murder Ballads". Now that's what I call proper music for winter. By the way, this winter sucks. There is no trace of snow, and it's frigging end of December... If I don't get proper white Christmas in the next ten years, I am going on anti-global-warming motherfuckers killing spree.

OK, after three days in a row when absolutely no one has even taken a look at my blog, I have to do something, even though I didn't intend to. I am overcrowded with various homeworks, labworks and all the other shit I have to do or else I will get my head cheerfully chopped off my shoulders and I was thinking of taking a little break from blogging, but I can't bear to look at the stats of my blog tumbling down.

First and foremost, yay for me and for my new band. I can already tell that the band is the most awesomestest band I have ever been a part of even if I have yet to play with them in a rehersal. The dudes are very fun to be with, very friendly, very approachable and outright great. I don't know how all the music playing, rehersing and creating stuff will go, but I am sure it will be great as well. At least they seem to be quite good musicians from what I've heard.

This kind of brings up problem that arises every time when I join a band - what should I do with the material of my old, already dissolved band? I have weighed various options for a long time, but haven't found a solution. On one hand, the material is great, the music is awesome, the lyrics are meaningful and it would be a pity if all of it simply disappeared. On the other hand, it is very, VERY difficult to get my previous band mates together for a reunion and recording the damn thing for real and for good. I want to do it badly, but they are simply unenthusiastic about it. This gives me another choice though - claiming the rights for all the songs and give them all to my new band, leaving the old bandmates credited for their input in small letters in the CD sleeve. Of course, I can be nice and only claim the songs where I had the most input (that would leave six songs out of twelve)... I simply don't know.

Of course, sooner or later we will have new material with the new band and maybe it won't be a problem at all, because I will forget the old band, but I think it's more likely I will still want to publish the songs... And I'm actually hoping for surprise reunion next year or the year after that.

And now I go fuck with labworks again.

RIGHT NOW: Fucking with labworks, d'uh.