...forever...



Unfortunately for this poor, poor journal I have used the evil's of myspace and grown comfortable in doing so...



I'm sorry LJ.. you hold some wonderful and horrid memories since the dawning of this last century and will hopefully continue to do so...



Every once in a while I'll swing by and see how you are.. but unfortunately my other blogs have also felt the same fate.. 



I believe in blog monogamy and even that's tough enough.. yaknow?



I'll miss you.. but you can always come see me here



-riTch

the hottest non-porn movie out there... ever.



the few i've heard about it from weren't kidding.



it's been a weird few days... i feel.. like some bug in a cocoon not sure if i'm supposed to turn into something else. a butterfly?.. or if i'm just trapped in a spider's webbing.... waiting to have my innards poisoned until they're drinkable nurishment...



music should be the way of life but it seems i'm issing something.. the main key to which make it all possible.



most of it's there... but SOMEthing's not sync'd up.. not quite...



i'm at one of the most confusing points in my life.. and my horoscopes at least keep my interest peaked.. i can't help but wonder if i manifest them out of sheer causibility.



what's missing?



....

i'm a dumb ass.



i'm a dumb ass.



i'm a dumb ass.



haha..



so i'm playing a concert later today. with a changed set-listing. with more work involved. what do i do?



i stay awake until shortly after i finish this blog and live it up.



tomorrow.. i will find out if celebrating, in a sense, will make me love or hate post-noctum.



this'll be the first time i've played a guitar and sang on stage at the same time in almost a year.. and when i did it was for one song, during one 45 second part.



oh... and i didn't sing.



make that about 2 years at least.. haha.



sigur ros coats my ears with reverb and melody.



orange juice, containing lushious vitamin c, is starting to cleanse my system. hot tea with honey, lemon and a drop or 3 of tabasco will help next.



today when i wake up i'm not able to induldge on ANYthing until i step on that stage. more so for my brain then anything else.



who in the hell ever thought to take an ovary off of a tree and squeeze the fluids out?



orange juice is fucking delicious.



over and out.







-aR

....but a hyper-extended lig is something you sleep off in a matter of days.



feels like it's been a while and that one little "trip" turned into a whole of ugh... "blog" downtime...



tape recorders, pictures, video and good ole fashioned paper make up the rest.



blurring together stories of a mild visit from Sid to waking up drunk in Mexico to bombing it up north to Dallas area all ... well.. since the last update.



in the down time i got re-aquanited with an old habit for one brief stint.. which was nice, comforting and frustrating due to the amount of different emotions going in, during and coming out of that one, almost blissful, night with Sid.



after that we practised like demons without any idea of how to initiate exactly how to incorperate new members to our crew. however after some time we pegged down synth lines for Jim and the sound sets on which to use.



i also played the ever living shit out of x-men legends 2 with the help of Brad, Chris and Jim inbetween sessions of not sleeping, chain-smoking, drinking and making 2 life sized puppets who are to be the "band" performing at a halloween party on the 28th.



Mexico was great.. nothing liked being half-cocked, wearing huge sunglasses, still chain smoking and wandering around playing Nirvana, Violent Femmes,Alice in Chains and whatever else i could remember on a small mexican ukeleili (spelling please?).. Kelly got her dental work done at a recommended dentist down there and got a great job done as a fraction of the cost... me?.. i wandered around half cocked (as stated) and had the most HUNTER-esque run in with piercers, cooks and the weirdest dental "office" i've ever been to. the girl who was "running" the shop was wearing these bright ass yellow scrubs and was clearly no older than 21... yet she was there by herself.. while she was doing the cleaning (with purified) water (i hope) she was asking me questions about the sept. 11th bombings since i previously stated i was originally from NY. Finding this somewhat odd i found myself answering abruptly and within certain constraints of ludicrous. like saying no one i knew died.. however my friend who jumped and survived was out like a rock for almost a week etc... i felt somewhat wrong and somewhat righteous all at the same time.... and at least she'll have some stories to tell.



lesseeee... inbetweeeeeeners.... after i got back (i also bought a cowboy hat to wear on the rare happenstances) i worked on music, puppets and losing all track of time... and i mean ALL track.



days, dates, nights, a week.



somewhere i was around doing things.. and i have physical evidence of this... productive things... but i'll honestly be damned if it isn't a blur. sleeping schedule's been erratic as all hell and mexican rum doesn't seem to help... niether does half-inspired benders set in a city 3 and a half hours away to visit a friend i met down here who goes to college where i grew up. that could've gone better and i know how.. but it ccould've gone worse.. and while being drunk and blitzed it's definately fun watching a 5 year old kick his 21 year older brother's ass on a golf course at 10 p.m.



i get back today after what felt like a scene in a movie....



(enter 5 people: Adam, Brad, Ritch and the Lee's. they drive around aimlessly smoking and listening to the Zep on a warm, sunny day somewhere outside of Dallas)



....and ride back with the ONLY sober person of the weekend, John. He's a quiet guy who knows his shit on all fronts. Movies, video games and electronics... seems like a great guy and the downside was that Adam (who needs to work on times as much as i did back then... and it's an uphill battle againest what you want to say and what you can get away with) kept blowing him off in psuedo chunks meaning i got to see that before leaving.. but the ride back was cool. programmed music on my e-mu while he drove like he and the car were one... got back in just under 3 hours thru some nasty traffic. i have to appreciate a man who can tune up his car's performance with a laptop. anyways.. John's awesome.



i get back and chill for a bit.. make some pasta with a meat and mushroom alfredo sauce and Dave the neighbor stops in with his buddy Dustin while Myc plays poker online... we eat, they leave and i meet up with them later on.. much later.



clean up a bit and after some phone calls head my way down to my main club for 80's night to meet up with Devi and his girlfriend Ande.. Nick and Angel are there, return a zippo, meet and greet. Woe as woe as woe and some shit... i spend the 1st 15-30 minutes worrying about our guitarist who broke his collarbone... how to prep for the set this thurs?.. do we go on? OF COURSE we go on... but how?



well... Nick and i started crunching and figuring it out and it should go off without a hitch... i also worry about the history in that place already.. been here for less than a year and already i see faces i on't wanna talk to... however... it not a worry or a bother.. just a couple of guys i'm really glad i never trully met before they decided to be stereotypical males trying to get a girl that's with someone else. the few meet and greets i have to look forward to aren't going to be harsh or anything of the like.. but i'll write about those when they hit like hail stones.



haha generally without warning.



i get drunk thanks to my generous bartender Lull (Lall, Loll? yeah i don't know how to spell his damned name) and the help of Devi without having to drop a dime... Devi and i played the most There to Help style game of pool and i had a great short chat with Tammy (the sunday door girl) before i rode home with D and Ande.. they got to see the life sized puppets.



now i'm awake at way to late/early... waiting on phone call to make sure Chris and Brad got back ok and so i can grab my shit out of his car... but c'est la vie... i should sleep.



this teaches me i need to update more often to tell the stories with more detail.. but honestly... a lot of it was a blur for me and such is the way of life... that's how the message gets passed on.



i eat my healthy snack of Munchies snack mix and Coke before i head to bed while two looming sets of puppet eyes stare at me...



i think i need to put them on the couch or in the closet.



and on that note.



over and out.

...is comforting.



who would've ever thought crushed seaweed in boiled water could be so good?



either way.... things went from... life-ish to odd again.



i'm thru with Dell.... i can't be a stormtrooper no matter how nice the pay.



certain things can't be substituted in life and honestly... if i can make the same ammount somewhere else or even a little less where i'm happier and with a different schedule i'd take it any day of theyear... life even.



part of me has been everywhere recently.



moods swap and times change... i recently turned a quarter century old.



i also recently watched the 1st 2 seasons of the Family Guy.



Spinach is a good sub for seaweed.



i ran out of cigarettes hours ago and can't fathom paying to get more.



my starter died.. which means i get to play grease monkey with 2 of my bandmates tomorrow before we do another sit-down writing session to get a new cover song done.



some of my family feel i alienate them due to focusing on the artforms i've choose when simply.. life unfortunately has a c very chaotic hold on me and until i find a healthy balance i can't be as...talkative as i'd like to be without feeling anxious.



i received a call back for a graphic design position i hope i may be rady for.



i think i'd rather be a waiter for awhile.



hrm.



damn.... miso soup is the warm center to my mood right now.



old videos are making me laugh.



watermelons, wasps nests, ghetto parties and grossology in philly, radicals in missouri, the sound of urine after 8 hours of driving and one heck of a kid named Wes.



such is life.



c'est la vie.



am i supposed to keep travelling?



am i supposed to settle down?



it sounds scary when the use the word "settle"



either way.... yet another chapter opening up.



tomorrow i'll make some very needed phone calls to some people who rightfully deserve it.



over and out.