12-28

12-28 – 11:30am

So the night of the 26th, I got together with Bryan and went over to his place in Abiko, where we jammed out on his guitar and worked on the song he and I were writing. I came up with this wicked chord progression the other day when I was over there, and he insisted I started writing words to it. It’s a song about Liesl, and we essentially finished it yesterday afternoon after having to call it a night early on account of a noise complaint. After that, we went out to a hundred yen sushi shop since I’m budgeting, and had an interesting lunch. I went back to my place, and on the walk home I started humming a little tune to myself, and when I got back I sat down and wrote another song, for Jordan. I’ve got all the words and the melody, so now I just have to go back over to Bryan’s and lay down some chords, and it’ll be good to go.
Bryan has his own radio show in Mito, and he plays on it every once in a while. He and I are going to lay down some backup vocals to some of his songs, and he says that if we get my songs down pat, to performance level, that I can go on the air on his show and play them, which would be awesome. I’d get a CD of the whole radio show, and then I could go and extract my tacks from it and have recordings of my songs to share with my friends. That, and I’d have radio play. Mwahahaha.
Last night Bryan and Greg and I met up in Kashiwa and went out to Wara Wara for drinks, and had a hilarious time. We all bitched about our parents for a while, but, I can’t really complain since I got my minky pillowcase yesterday and it’s absolutely amazing. I mean, aside from being lime green, it’s the most comfortable amazing fabric of all time. Yay for minky.

5:30pm

Well, I went down to the internet café today and wrote some people, went to the post office and mailed out my letters, and recharged my phone card to make some calls home. You should have heard these people when they picked up their phones. It’s funny because when I call them no number shows up, and they, like me, don’t usually answer when there’s no number. So I made sure to call well after solicitors and creditors have stopped calling for the evening to be sure they thought twice about rejecting the call. Hearing the momentary confusion in their voices was great, cause I made sure to say something completely tell tale me, like “mroo” or “whachiiiiing!” So there was this moment of, WTF? Followed by OMG HI!!!! It was great. Well worth the wait, which, my apologies here, was excessive. I decided that since it was Christmas time that I really ought to get on the phone and say hello to some people. It was nice to hear familiar voices. I got a lot of “alright man, enough, come home already.” Which was nice.

On an unrelated side note, after kids training a couple weeks ago, my right hip has been giving me a lot of trouble. I can’t sit cross-legged for longer than a couple of minutes, it feels like the ball joint is being pulled out of place. Both me knees and my hip, and the arch of my left foot are all rather unpleased with me. I don’t know if that’s the result of a lack of dexterity suddenly being brought to my attention, or the beginning of some actual condition, but either was it’s painful and unpleasant, especially since I spend so much time sitting in my room cross-legged working on my laptop, e.g. right now. Ugh. Oh, and I’m growing out my goatee again for shits and giggles.


I don’t know if it’s because I can type fast enough to be efficient, or I just have a million different things I could say at any given time, but I feel like I am always cutting my entries short. I could pretty much write in stupid detail my goings on out here, or in my life in general, like all the shit that goes through my head, but I’m starting to feel like it should just be left out. I always have a tendency to leave things out. What’s up with that? I don’t think I ever really get the chance to get everything inside my head out. I wonder if other people are the same way. I have this pretty much constant dialogue going on in my head at any given time, and I just kinda chose to let it go with each passing moment, rather than write it down, as I am now, or express it to someone in conversation. There are times when, as my friends know, I start to let this crap out, and they all know it instantly cause there’s pretty much no end to my sentences. I suppose you could call this stream of consciousness writing, and in some circles this is respected, but lord, if I were to do this all the time I’d tomes upon tomes of writings rather than numerous entries in my journal.
What’s up with journals and diaries? How come journals are male and diaries are female? Why do we need two words? I think diary kind of implies it’s a cathartic relief of personal thoughts and feelings, whereas a journal is a log of goings on and related personal observations. I think the impersonality of what we define a journal as makes it more appropriate for males.
I had another one of those, darker days the other day. It usually happens when I’m forced to spend time waiting for a train, or spend time by myself in public, mostly in contemplation. The duality of my everyday personality is at times annoying. Because the clothes I wear and the way I carry myself generally are reflections of that more reserved part of me, and it’s something of an awkward contradiction for me to act so differently the other half of the time.
I really really like Reeses peanut butter cups. They’re a little bit amazing, really. You know how there are some flavors that are some kind of perfect match for your taste buds, and you can just about always go to eat? Well, these are that match for me. They are, for me, that flavor that no matter how many times I am presented with the opportunity to experience, I will always say yes. MiA sent me a bag of the minis and a bag of the bigguns for Christmas and I am struggling not to eat them continuously until they’re gone. I know that they won’t last, but I really need to somehow put these somewhere they won’t spoil (yea right) and forget about them so I don’t eat them all in the next day.
It’s that sort of instant gratification thing. I mean, I could thoroughly enjoy each and every one of these delectable little chocolate and peanut butter treats right here and now, but, really, it’s not like having 6 In my mouth makes the flavor more intense, so, I’m really better off dragging it out as long as possible. But man, does some raw, instinctual part of me want to shove every one of these little fuckers in my mouth and drown in milk chocolate, creamy peanut butter and saliva. What a way to go. Could you imagine my headstone?


R.I.P
David Evan Zahorcak
1982-2005
Just Had to Have that Last
Peanut Butter Cup

Yea. A headstone to be proud of, for sure.