i won't even MENTION thanksgiving

quote from anders today: "i'm using apostrophes and everything!"
no further explanation is necessary.

so now, i am blogging from ccsu, but i might just up and leave right now.
i really want to avoid traffic (from a certain holiday)

what have i been doing, you ask?
not a whole lot.
trying to kill time before i can go back to uconn and resume the life that is normal for me.
it's not that i don't like being at home. i just feel like an extra in a movie. i'm there, pacing, watching everyone act all important with their "things." ahhhhhh, shit. i guess i'm just out of the groove, maybe. gotta get groovy. also, it is worth noting that i don't have a bed at my mother's house. i sleep on a couch.

i hope you all luv luv luv the new HAND? album art. it's decided upon. so you better like it.
the ep/lp should come out before the end of the semester. anders predicts within a month. i predict...nah. but maybe.

also, you might be wearing the ep design soon. it mights be gettin printed. ON SHIRTS.

not much else to say. don't have alot of $$$ right now, so i'm trying to get by until the winter break. if anyone wants to clue me into a sweet job, i'd love you forever.
on a similar note, i need at one more class to round out my schedule for next semester. thats going to be irritating.

well, enjoy your time with people doing things.
i'll be drinking woodchucks, bitches.

MUSIC

EDIT: i did indeed drive home at 3:00 in the morning. and i learned something.
there are only 4 kinds of people on the road at 3:00 am.

1. drunk people. and not "oh shit, i'm getting pretty fucked up" drunk. we're talking "..."(can't talk because they are FUCKING BLACKOUT DRUNK). drunk. upside to running into these people: sometimes they get freaked out if you drive close to them, and they'll just pull over. it's fun.

2. cops. cops just chill out at 3:00 am. unless you drive pass them burning a flag or firing an uzi out your window, they aren't moving. they are out, however, and easy to spot when there isn't another car in sight.

3. insane people. people who never sleep. people who drive 10 mph on a one lane road in the middle of the night. people who just drive with thier hazards on for no reason. people who wave at you, insinuating that you might be part of their little "gang" of people who do this kinda fucked up shit every night.

4. people who don't like to wait in traffic (me.) i don't think i waited at one stop light my entire way back. it was amazing. nobody on the road (except the 1's & 3's.) and i could just cruise through those beautiful blinking yellows. i feel for those who have to drive tomorrow, mid-day. it's not going to be pretty.

i (still) love you diner lady. you're a "1" in my book.
-Jizzy T

NEW HAND? ALBUM ART LEAKED!!!!!!!!!

the cold

freezing to death is the worst death.
my fingers are the most cold.
i hate the fucking wintertime.

enough about that, leefers, more about...well, me.
i'm home now, and i've been greeted in a typical fashion. my parents are on the verge of a mid-life crisis, and my relatives are acting strangely. except nilla, of course.
i spent the weekend in west hartford, with my father, which was nice. he's a cool dude, and i was minutes away from my pals at ccsu. tonight i drove back to my mothers house, which is also nice, except for my sister yelling while she's stoned. the problem: there is not one fucking thing to do around here.

i plan to use this time efficiently, however.
MONDAY

• MORNING: study for classes, cash checks so that i will have $$$.
• AFTERNOON: practice my djembe playing, and perhaps catch up with some ol buddies.
• NIGHT: hang around my house, talk to my mom, relax.

TUESDAY

...fuck bulletpoints.
i'm doing most of the same thing, but tuesday night i'm going to see my cromwell friends.
LOCATION NON-DISCLOSED.

WEDNESDAY

no fucking idea.

THURSDAY

thanksgiving. i ask: thank who?

FRIDAY

i might just go back to uconn. fuck it.

SOME OTHER DAY

jerk off.

well, there you have it. my totally perfect schedule. if you want to interrupt it, just drop me one on the cellular or on the 'book.

anders, you have my mittens, you bastard.
-Jizzy T

review of m. night shyamalan's "the happening"

REVIEW: why so glum, chum?

ANYWAY
i'm now home for break, leefers, and you know what that means!
lots of time spent with family and no partying with my leefy friends.

i will be (possibly) acquiring a drum kit from a good ol pal.
his name is ben silver.
if you don't know him, then you must not be cool. (or are from the midwest AND not cool)
maybe i'll see him on break. but don't hold ya breath, kid. jk jk lulz.

barq's root beer is the best commercially made root beer in america
the worst, you ask? mug.

i really can't wait to get back to uconn.
so much to do before the end of the semester. so little time.
declaring majors and gettin dem permission numbers. you know how i do.

it seems that people are finding nice attractive people and making it "official."
good for you. (not bitter and lonely)

if you're in a local band (in CT) and would like to play a show with MY band (and some others) please send me an email via:

handmusic5(at)gmail(d0t)com

spam it up, bitches.

nice chatting with you all
time for sleep now.

leefer is not a meme
-Jizzy T

letting it get to me

i've been fucked up lately. leefers, pull up a chair.

i've been disappointed with this semester thus far.

grades are good.

parties are good.

even the ladies are good to me. (i don't deserve it)

but ultimately, i have been searching for a new "real friend."

that is a term open to aLOT of interpretation, but i think its someone who's in the top 10 people you'll tell if you have AIDS. 

top ten people.

think about yours.

i haven't found this person.

i'm finding flaws in close friends that shouldn't bother me.

but they do.

i've been getting angry drunk. (i'm a happy drunk)

gunna try to blog more.

gunna try and get out and meet people more.

if there is a cool group of people hanging around reading this blog, you are an elusive bunch.

also, break soon. would be fun, but i have nothing to do. and i spent all my money.

cash in your chips, cash in your salsa

-Jizzy T

things work out in the end. unless they don't.

short post today, leefers.

not tragically short, though.

last night mushmouth and my new pal matt went to the paradise lounge in boston to see a show.

/vivian girls.

/times new viking.

/deerhunter.

were there.

fun was had. i danced. i layed down to rest. the boucers asked me not to lay down to rest. we hated the masspike. we thought of band names. matt said funny things.

UNRELATED MUSIC

anyway, bitches, i don't have much to say, but i do enjoy a good roll in the hay every once and awhile.

also, PABST TALL BOYS are awesome.

all i do is talk.

reggaetone aint dead, motherfuckers.

-Jizzy T

pretending

"You have your fears, which may become reality. And you have Godzilla, which is reality."

i'm not going to cite that quote, nor should i have to. this past weekend was choc-full of all kinds of stuff.

profound stuff.

lets take a look at it.

FRIDIZZLE:

i got a ride home with my pops, and then went to band practice. we recorded an EP. look out for that shit. then we went to a party, and i drank a forty and immediately afterwards fell asleep. no drunken shenanigans, no nothing. it was one of the most refreshing mornings ever (not sarcastic.)

SAT-UR-N:

after waking, i went to brunch with my dad at the corner pug, and i got some shepherd's pie. (a house specialty)

i was really full after that, so i just layed down and listened to music for awhile. mushmouth (of bridal shower fame) then picked me up, and off to willimantic we went. on the way, we picked up and erin. she made the journey ahead much more bearable. mushy got some haircuts, and we departed for UNIVERSITY, to meet up with kid supreme for a bridal shower show. after a loooooooooooooooooooooong drive with alot of tricky roads, we got there. they played, people watched, nuff said. even i got to guest appear on a few songs. then we made my pants awesome. that's it. lost again, then uconn for the night. for some reason i slept x-tremely well that night... ( ... )

HERE COMES THE SUN

waked up, tried to buy bus tickets back to hartford, failed. dad picked me up again (sorry pops) and we went to the grand-peoples house for dinner with the family. they're always nice, except when they're not. after a yummy dinner, my dad brings me BACK to uconn. i drove on the way there, because he had been doing alot of driving. anyway, that brings us to today, where i didn't do a whole lot. just a little homework.

P.S.

stop talking about internet memes. pretty pretty please?

high fructose corn sizzurrp, bitches

-Jizzy T

children, your best friend's parents are leaving

i have a blog?

oh yeah. i do.

so its been a cool couple of days, leefers.

partied a bit with my fellow HAND? members

(HAND? CAN)

i'm finding more and more that the parties that i go to are the same each time. but this most recent one had a pretty decent fight. i estimate that in a decade, uconn will have descended into a bizzare escape from new york scenario.

i hope i see the day.

im also CONSUMED by GAME

if you have the means, you should aquire it.

except anders. it'll eat your soul like it ate mine.

trying to listen to moar punk music.

writing a short story this week.

try to inspire me leefers. do it.

hard.

halloween has come and went.

good fucking riddance.

i liked my costume this year, but other people's idea of "costumes" really irritates me. i saw one really great costume outside of my group of friends. and it was 5 guys who had painted spots over them, and one with a spinner dangled around his neck.

they were twister.

thats pretty much all, but HAND? might be falling off the wagon again soon.

we might be playing with a local rap artist.

he's pretty fucking cool.

he's cooler than Lil Wayne.

he's cooler than you (probably.)

uptempo venomous poison

-(Howlin') Jizzy T