infected

on thursday i went into the dining hall and left my backpack at the door. (as prescribed by uconn dining hall rules.)
when i came out it was gone.
nobody has returned it yet.

friday i woke up and i couldn't hear out of my right ear.
although i was tempted to scream in frustration, i decided to go to the infirmary.
after several people looked into my ear, they told me i had an ear infection.
then i was taken to another room where hot salty water was blasted into my ear and all manner of horror spilled out afterwards.
i can hear now, but i am also on a two week amoxicillin/sudafuck regimen.

saturday i woke up and ate a burrito and watched "giù la testa."
karma may actually exist, but i'll wait for more awesome shit to happen first.
like band practice in 15 minutes.

another week is concluded in beafworld, and i hope it was a good one, leefers.
mine can only get better. (pabst tonight.)
-Jizzy T

P.S. - SUNDAY: 40's @ 4 with caitlin

baconnaise

i need more contributors for my music blog.

all musical interests welcome.

please facebook me.

here's that blog again.

thanks, and also google "baconnaise"

-Jizzy T

baldmouth

for some reason i have decided to shave all my facial hair.

i'm not sure if i'm going to grow it back yet, but i definately won't be shaving any time soon.

before i shaved everything off, i took a picture of my moustache.

i can't say that i loved the moustache-only look, but i'm not really sure what i think of being a baldmouth either.

all i can say for sure is that i looked like a 1970's cop with a moustache.

in other news, i am going home for part of this weekend, and am having band practice.

what does this mean? i can't really say for sure, except that it will be in my dad's basement.

he'll enjoy that.

i'm also pleased to announce to anyone that doesn't know that i am going to montreal for spring break. thats right.

the plan consists of anders and my self busking in the subway in the morning, and spending our $$$ on booze at night. this will go on for a few days.

well, leefers, it's been great, but i have to go eat bruch with the forte.

a bien-tot!

-Jizzy T

the last music blog

EXPECT ME TO BE SPENDING TIME ON THIS

vagabond

it's the morning.

and not the morning that i'm used to.

the real morning. 7AM.

i was up late last night drinking with an old pal of mine.

we were the only one's drinking, and i think i may have gotten drunk.

how embarrassing.

i crawled into bed, and slept for a few hours, but woke up just short of morning.

5AM.

then i bought a sprite and trimmed my beard.

i couldn't think of anything better to do.

i'm not sure why i couldn't sleep. i think it was because my body was bored with sleeping.

so i'm sitting here with my roommate wetsy betsy, waiting for the rest of the world to wake up.

he's been working very hard lately. not the overachiever "working hard." the "if i don't do this work i'll fail" kind. bad news. give this kid a hug or something if you see him.

so HAND? is pretty much through now.

Mushmouth is far away and very busy with other things.

Nilla is less far but also busy.

Ol' Jizzy...

well, i'm just going with the current.

i'm not sure if this is our privilege. do our parents work so that they can come home, have a few beers, and pass out? i feel very uncultured right now. and this is partly due to the fact that people have been calling me a hipster lately. it's kinda unsettling.

i don't really know what happened.

suddenly, everything is bad.

literally, name something, and it's bad.

can't leave my room with skinny jeans on, or a gang will come and beat me up.

-Jizzy T

i need a day to tell me when to love

there's alot of reasons why we want to be sentimental.

i can't think of one that i haven't found to be true.

the latin double barrel roll is a technique in which two pilots with mustaches fly in a line to concel their numbers.

the enemy shits their pants.

i don't speak latin, but i've heard it's a very subtle language.

jesus walkin on the water

leefers.

you need an update.

on my life.

i've been yearning to play music lately. the ideas are backing up in my brain, and making me go insane. just a little bit.

ok, a lot.

been cutting down on drinking, and save one or two slip-ups, i've been pretty sober.

thats a good thing. too many things get overlooked when i'm drunk. too many things get broken when i'm drunk. 

i'm still looking for the people at uconn who understand me and my angst.

that's not true. but it is. but it's not.

i really like the people that i spend most of my time with. i just know that there are people here. at uconn. who i can really connect with.

most of the people that i hang out with now, are "hey, you're fun to get drunk near" friends. and i hate that, which leads me to more drinking. it's a predictable cycle.

therefore the cutting down on drinking.

well, i guess this is a plea to the people that i already love, which is pretty much useless. take my angst and sobriety as a sign that my life is getting better. 

i need to have a ciggerton. lemme know if this sounds atypically insane.

just a little white boy

-Jizzy T