It's Empty

My basement, anyways. No zombies. Maybe my windows are too strong?

Anyways, I've got a stove, a propane stove for when the power goes out, and more propane. And water. And food. From looking at other people's blogs, though, I feel like I'm in the minority.

Well, at least I have food storage. Too bad it's in my basement. I'VE READ THE HANDBOOK.

Refuse

I refuse. This is not possible.

Cannibals. Like seriously. I'm kind of glad my friend is big, though. I'm hiding with him. He already brained something or other.

Sick

*sigh*

Our performance had to be put off because about 2904730987309754309754309574 people were sick. LAME/

Nothing

I have nothing. Been playing some TF2, practicing for some solo music work later in the month.

Crockets

Damn, crockets EVERYWHERE. Kritz medics are awesome.

Introductions

What's the difference between my bandmates and middle schoolers? My bandmates are taller.

How are they the same? Neither one of them can tune.

HA.

Anyways, introductions, since my last post was pretty lame. I'm a musician/composer (though I'm a better player than composer) who plays a variety of instruments, and will listen to just about anything (rap and pop don't make the cut, I'm afraid).

I made this to talk about pretty much anything, so not everything will be music based, even if a lot of it is.