It's Hard To Type Like This

I'm sitting on the floor of my room. Most everything I own is now in a 5'x10'x9' box protected by a cardboard door and an expensive lock I was tricked into buying.

"Don't worry," they told me..."we only had 2 break-ins in the last week."

I realized I collect allot of stuff. Junk. But all of which is kept in the name of memory/remembrance/sentimentality. I threw allot out.

Sure I'm physically moving, but this will be much more than simply a physical move for me.

I have, however, discovered why we type at chest level, and not sitting cross-legged on the floor typing with the keyboard on the ground. My wrists already hurt.

Too much is changing too fast....but my now white walls remind me how easy it is to start new like nothing has happened. Except for the nail holes, thumb tack holes, rubber cement residue, and general smudges that have shown up over these last couple years.

If you need me I won't be around for a while.

You can consult my doppelganger in the meantime.

But be careful...he bites.

15 Surefire Ways To Get Over A Breakup





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Confusion Amongst Perfection

I had 10 minutes before I had to head over to Chapman to get in order to graduate. I checked the mail and had one letter addressed to me. From Talbot. It was a small letter, not the big ones you get from universities when you are accepted. I opened it and due to the three way fold could simply see "Dear Grant,". I paused, caught my breath, and then flipped the page over and saw, "We are pleased to announce."

That was all I needed to see.

I sat in an air conditioned room in seat N1 for over an hour before sitting in 90 degree sun for 3 hours. I smiled some fake smiles, joked about people's unfortunate last names (Chism...I'm sorry), received a Padfolio, and got a piece of paper that means nothing because I guess I have to prove that I passed my classes before I get anything real.

I met with the rest of the Parachutes and received a bus stop sign from Sherbert. We discussed our gig at the House of Blues on Sunset Strip next month and attempted to give Max Weinberg a demo CD.

I had dinner with Naomi's family, had four glasses of wine, felt nothing, missed a graduation party that ended at 10.

I'm now attempting to go to an all night bowling place to finish off the day.

So now I know my next step even if I really don't and I know where I'm headed even though I don't and I have a plan even though I don't. I shake hands, give hugs, smile too much, pose for pictures, and explain my future plans even though I have none.

Looks like life's not that simple.

I've Been Looking So Long At These Pictures Of You...

That I almost believed they were real.

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Tonight I christened my new Fender Jaguar by sitting on the floor playing Cure songs and feeling just a little bit sad.

I'm Supposed to Feel What?

At exactly 9:30am I finished my last task of my last year of Chapman University.

Too bad I'm not exuberant and overzealously overjoyed like everyone keeps telling me I should be.

I basically feel less stressed.

Oh...and my nose has stopped bleeding.

Catharsis through Music

Last night was the big Chapman show for us, (The Parachutes). Highlights include (in no particular order):

-finally finishing setup 8 1/2 hours after starting
-sporting my new mohawk-i-er mohawk
-getting totally buzzed on 1 Red Bull since I don't drink caffeine
-listening to Odelia and Eagle and Talon
-getting mesmerized by a disco ball
-having my cut of Metropolis match up to our set perfectly
-people screaming "Go Parachutes!" and other compliments during the set
-being the only band to get an encore
-having the Willowz hate me since I was stuck doing sound
-having a fan ask for our signatures
-finding out I had a mini fan-club of girls
-having a guy from a record company love us
-finally getting to sleep at 4am or so


Oh...and very odd coincidence that has nothing to do with the show. A few days ago I shaved my fauxhawk into a mohawk. Guess what I did exactly a year ago on that same date? Shaved my fauxhawk into a mohawk. I'm starting to repeat actions. This could get interesting.

You Can Have It All...My Empire of Dirt

And to be completely trite/cliche:

The only constant thing in life is change.

And my God has everything changed.