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So, earlier this evening i was looking up some modern classical composers to broaden my musical tastes because my shit is getting old. And i came across this composer named Penderecki, and he's pretty cool, just like some weird like dischord stuff with lots of weird notes meshed together.

COOL.

whatever.

I downloaded what i could and i turned my computer off...3 hours ago.

Fast forward to me sleeping. I had been asleep for like 30 minutes. Everything was A-OK. I was dreaming about work in the morning, about all the boring shit i will have to do...when suddenly, this fucking cacophony of violins and clarinets come roaring from my black hole of a room. Full blast. Deafening. I can't think of what the hell it is. I figure i'm in some kind of horror flick or like 2001 space odyssey. I'm freaking the fuck out. I turn on my light and i look at my desk, and sure enough, my computer is shut and off. It had been for hours. So i get on to turn it off, meanwhile looking around to make sure there's no fucking killer clowns. I open it up...it's a fucking black screen, there's nothing there. So i press the power button, and it finally turns off. I press it again to turn it back on to see what the hell it was.

FULL BLAST AGAIN. Exactly where it left off. I finally get to Limewire to turn it off, and i'm calming down enough to where I just think it's moderately amusing. I feel the need to share this with my friend Johnny.

I know johnny's online, he's always online. I also know that he can sympathize with my situation, because he's good at all that.

I log on and say "Holy shit"

"Hello Scott."

At this point i'm freaking out because no one really starts off a conversation with a close friend by using their actual name...it's usually like, "Hey asshole." or "Hey jerk-off", but never your actual name. So i freak out a little more and I'm like, "hey quit it, that's creepy" and no reply.

I guess he was on his sidekick, so it took a little longer to respond. But still, for those 10 seconds, i was freaking out and pinching myself to make sure that this wasn't a bad dream.

I'm sure if i get any sleep, tomorrow i will laugh at this.

-scott

I went to the Atlantic last night and had a Gay Old time.

it looked something like this:

Ok. Bye now.

My first time

This whole blogging thing is new to me really. Well I used to have a livejournal, but I haven't posted anything on it really for about 3 years. I'm not a photographer, and I'm a shitty artist. So that about sums me up, and this blog is over.

click.