NEVER go up against a SICILIAN, when DEATH is on the line! Ha ha, ha hahahaha...

Hi there, folks. I know I'm overdue in posting, so I'll take my time with this one so you can get your money's worth.
Yesterday was kinda rough, what with confrontations and whatnot, so my mood could be much better. I'm not as miserable/enraged as I have recently been, but that's subject to change because of my sister's involvement in this controversy. The entire fiasco I'm engulfed in at this moment reeks of high school immaturity, and that's why it's all the more frustrating. Barg.
At least we got to practice last night. We're working on a new song, much of which Jon has been writing, so he was guiding me through the arrangement he has, and I was trying to change some segments a bit to make it more Loomis-approved. I think that once I can add some riffs of my own it'll be more characteristic of our previous material and not such a departure from our sound. I want to re-vamp (sorry, Eric*) some of our old songs a little bit in order to inject a more technical feel. I shouldn't, but the fact of the matter is this: I feel slightly bad that much of our riffage is somewhat simple. I'm not trying to show off or anything, but it sounds a bit more interesting at times to hear something technically adept, and I would only apply it tastefully, not in a bombastic, egotistical manner. That's just wanker crap. Like Necrophagist. (I'm just kidding, by the way; I haven't even actually heard those guys yet.)
In other news, Erin is slowly and inexorably slipping into insanity. She will NOT stop talking about how much she digs the new Bjork single, and about another Bjork song she likes that features e e cummings lyrics. What's the big deal, you say? Erin HATES Bjork. But what's more: Erin LOATHES e e cummings. So, uh, Erin... what the h is going on around here, huh?
There's one more thing that's weighing heavily on my mind: my dad and his meat. That guy will make 5 HUGE steaks in one sitting and think nothing of it. Is that really necessary? It's not like he eats them all right then and there (an impossible task, if you ask me), and he doesn't distribute them to various passers-by; he hordes them. Why on Earth would you do such a thing??!! Sorry. I had to get that out of my system.
On one final note, I've been listening to Cursive religiously as of late, specifically their most recent album, The Ugly Organ. I suppose it would be deemed emo, but I know that it is absolutely genuine and completely heartfelt. It floors me whenever I hear it; it's so amazing. I can't tell you any more, you must discover for yourselves how much it reigns. And, as always, the Flaming Lips help to lift my spirits. Thank you, Wayne Coyne et al.
That's enough out of me; I'm starting to feel a little light-headed, so I'm gonna take it easy for a little while. Thanks for listening to me ramble. Later, fiends.

Love, Ian

*That kid HATES vamps, man. Zach still maintains that they don't exist, but Eric is dedicated to ridding the world of vampire scum.