Once I'm behind, it's hard to catch up. I have no idea where to start.
I'm listening to Trance Around the World with Above and Beyond. I want to make love to this music. It almost turns me on because it feels so amazing listening to it. Maybe I'm a phonophile, even though that doesn't exist yet. Oh my god, it feels like an orgasm in my ears. All the heavy kicks!
Also, the new season of Marble Hornets started, if you're a fan of that show. Just letting y'all know. Entry #54 is much better than the last season.
Maybe I'll put it last, so people who aren't interested won't have to read it and people who are interested are motivated to read the entire thing. How clever; it isn't often that I please everybody.
First prostate orgasm.
Easily one of the best feelings I've ever experienced.
We only learn the boring parts of it in school.
First neurology, now this.
I'm really interested right now in the male reproductive system. Anatomy is just a really fascinating subject.
I have the basic idea: the testicles produce spermatozoa, which mix with seminal vesicle fluid and an alkaline substance produced by the prostate. This process causes ejaculation. The prostate swells and produces the alkaline fluid, creating semen, which is released into the urethra, travelling through the penis, and being secreted. This can be stimulated through prostate massage.
I just watched War Horse. It was surprisingly good. Some very emotional parts.
Thinking about Brad feels so good. Complete ecstasy throughout my entire body. This morning I was thinking and it seemed like what I really want is just for him to be happy.
Well, not really a Brad journal, but he will be the first topic I'll discuss here.
Things went even better with Brad today. We talked all of second period and all we could in first period (before we took the weekly test). The way he's been acting and talking for the last few days just really makes me think that he likes me. He showed me a political cartoon that he made and a personal project he's working on.
This journal entry contains absolutely nothing relevant to you; it is only about Brad, because I have a mundane life and nothing else is worth writing about. You may want to leave this journal.
Sarcastically, of course. I've been doing absolutely nothing except listening to music and pretending to do homework. I'd get my homework done so I can have free time do do other stuff, like bass guitar and Skyrim, but I'm too distracted by other stuff. And third quarter's almost over in school. I'm dreading the day that will end contact with Brad for months, or maybe even forever. That's my biggest fear right now. If I'm going to tell him, then it will have to be within a months.
I've given up on reading journals on here. I'm too distracted by other things.
I'm about to assassinate the emperor of Tamriel for the Dark Brotherhood. I just finished Season 1 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. And yesterday I acquired a bass guitar.
I did write a journal about today, but my laptop unplugged and turned off right before I was done. Fuck everything. I'll try to write the entire day again. Fuckfuckfuck.
Not really. There are two main things I would like to address.
I played Skyrim this weekend after about a month or so of not playing it. I'm really starting to understand it a lot more now. I actually love it now. Yes, you read that right: I love something that isn't music, language, award shows, Brad, or Conan O'Brien! And it's great at distracting me from my real problems *cough*Brad*cough*. I'm still not far into it at all, though. I somehow accidentally walked this path, but didn't notice because of the awesomeness that Bethesda Games produces:
My album's on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/og-br/id504614727?i=504614851
I've already started another song, musique concrète. A lot of experimenting with different sounds that I record. Hopefully, I will get a portable recorder for my birthday or something. I'd be able to do so much more with one of those.
To the point: Brad is so fucking adorable! How the fuck does he possibly look perfect every day? I FUCKING DO FUCKING NOT FUCKING UNDERSTAND..... fucking. MY MIND IS FULL OF FUCK!!! I DON'T KNOW HOW THAT IS EVEN POSSIBLE! HE LITERALLY LOOKS PERFECT!
This journal is more pointless then that sentence was foul! (Dendrophilian reference)
I just decided to post something because I haven't done so in a while and also for promotion. Here is the promotion part:
I just made my first full album yesterday. Four 15-minute songs. It should be up on iTunes pretty soon. Here it is: