up the cuts.

"are you restless like me?"

tonight is one of those nights. music of all sorts is streaming through my head. polar bear club and portugal the man are some. most of them though, are my songs. newly drafted songs playing out in my head, how I hope for them to one day sound with the full band in place. it's very distracting when you've been trying to sleep for almost 2 hours and have work in the morning. i'm stoked to finally announce that i'll be recording my acoustic album in early january! finally!! so that, for instance, is one of the many bands practicing in my head. the other is the pop punk hardcore indie outfit not yet unveiled. songs are in place, but the members are not. it'll fall in place soon, just not soon enough!

i find myself lying on my back, drumming on my chest with my palms, writing drum parts at 1:30am. gah! i've been trying to convince my parents to let me get a drum set so i can record everything myself - demos at least. why not put all of myself to good use? if they only knew.

if the songs and constant tunes weren't bad enough (by bad, i mean rad), she is keeping me awake. so cliche, i know. standard. all i can do is wait patiently until thursday. sounds easier than it is. first i have to think my way through a treacherous psych final and a shift at work surrounded by elders and degenerates.

that night will jump start the glorious weekend. i'll be on a train friday afternoon bound for new york city until sunday. it's gonna be a good one.

fuck. tomorrow is only wednesday.