Dear blog thread,
Took Becca out to see New Moon last night. The only positive thing I have to say about it is that some of the special effects were definitely striking. That and Becca at least liked it. We're still working shit out, by the way. She tried to break up with me tonight because she apparently hasn't seen the progress we've made. Damn the both of us for our pessimism. Our pessimistic moods don't even coincide so that just winds up with one of us crying and the other feeling terrible for even suggesting a breakup, and then both of us feeling guilty for doing shit to jeopardize our recovery efforts.
In other news, out of all of my friends (including Becca and my flatmate Chris), I'm second place in terms of FPS ability on CoD: Modern Warfare 2. Feeling pretty boss about it. The only reason my friend Potter keeps beating everybody else is because he is a little bitch and keeps using his thermal scope. All I use is ironsights, a red dot sight, or my damn ACOG scope, and I'm on average only 200-300 points behind him on a 4-player free-for-all with the score limit at 5000. Pretty sure that seals my rank as #1 in terms of actual ability, heh.
I've got 4 gigs scheduled next month. I have one each day over the course of a 3-day event, and then the final gig is on the 12th, but unrelated to the others. The first three are meant to achieve three goals. The first objective is to promote my friend Hank's guitar school. I'm going to start teaching there, and we're all gonna need students if this thing's gonna work. Second thing is to promote me as a teacher. The other two people playing at the event are already teachers at the school, and they already have a few students. They'll be looking for more students, I'll be looking for my first students ever. Third goal is to sell some of Hank's CDs to raise money for Hank to get newer, bigger, better recording gear. He plans on using it to showcase musically talented people in Sitka. There's a lot of them here, and he's a guy who loves anything homemade. Got a lot of respect for him, he's got balls.
Life is improving steadily. I think maybe I can stick out this 'crippling depression' thing by myself for once in my life.
Love,
Me!