YEAH, RANDY!!!

Okay, so... that whole business about me promising to update the following day? I wrote a new post, and was later mystified to find that it never actually was published. So, strictly speaking, did I keep my promise? Yes. Did I rectify the situation upon discovering that I didn't have a new entry? No, not really. I was recording all week! I simply couldn't muster the strength to write anything new. Had I attempted it in my uninspired state, it would've been something really dull anyway, so I think, if anything, I did everyone a favor. Right...?
But yeah, Walken was in the studio all of last week recording our debut EP, and it turned out really well. I can notice small things that I would've changed in the production had we more time, but that doesn't change my overall opinion of the recording, and I am still quite pleased with the outcome. The bottom line is this: all modesty aside, I would listen to us, were we not us. Except we are. But I still would, because I honestly think it's good. I'm not taking my ego for a spin or anything, trust me.
Zach and I also got devilocks last week, and we've been thrashing hXc ever since. Jon says I look like the dude from Lamb of God sometimes when it's kind of to the side of my face, but I don't see it. Of course, I don't really want to, since Lamb of God pretty much suck wholeheartedly and blisteringly. I'm completely prepared for a Misfits tribute band now, by the way, if anyone's interested. I'd like to be Doyle, if no one minds, but we'll have to sort all of this out later.
We also went in search of the Bray Road Beast last Thursday. We went in Zach's and the Shaw's pick-up trucks and went up and down the length of the road several times without witnessing the creature. Eventually, it was decided that since there wasn't any convenient spot for us to park without getting arrested, Jon and I would get out and check out this trail on foot whilst everyone else did one more circuit of the road. Once they dropped us off, I immediately regretted the decision; it was black as pitch, and the woods ahead were ominous and forboding. Nevertheless, with the Shaw's dinky little Maglite in hand, I led the way in, and we went a couple of dozen yards before a crunching sound ahead of us on our left prompted me to tell Jon to radio them to come back doubletime (we sagely decided that walkie talkies would be a good idea), and so we bailed out of the woods and back onto the road and got the heck outta Dodge. Or Elkhorn, rather. I'm so ready to go back and get the jump on the BRB, though. I'm altogether much less scared now that Jon has convinced me that the BRB has a poopbutt like Ginger.
There was a freakin' Tornado warning on Wednesday, and the ensuing storm cut off all the power in the studio, so we had to call it quits early (4:00). I so called the storm that day, too. While we played basketball on break, I smelled something in the air, and totally knew that we were gonna have a pretty righteous storm on our hands later that evening. I know, I rule. Zach pretty much dominates at basketball, by the way. Don't play him. He will own you. He will knock your wack shot out of the court.
Argh. I didn't really get a lot of sleep during the week of recording, and now I'm back in school as well, so sleep is kind of falling by the wayside again. At least I tested out of Business English successfully, so I don't have to be back in school a couple of hours after I get done with my studio class. Oh well, I'm not complaining. I just wish it was Spring Break for another couple of weeks.
Speaking of sleep, I'm gonna take a nap. I'm freakin' tired. Peace.

Love,
Ian