Oh man, i'm so bored. Like, so, so bored I feel close to fainting like a girl. If I don't go on tour right now, right this second, my brains are going to jump out my ears and shut up. I have the house to myself and, still, I just sit alone in my room trying to work out the world's best and greatest riffs on my guitar and refreshing Facebark all day long. Only nine days until we become a full-time band, do a weeks tour, practice like mental for our album, shoot a music video, fly off to New York to record, come back, tour the UK with Johnny Foreigner, tour the UK with Foals, then tour the UK again by ourselves (hold me), so it's definitely good knowing that i don't need to stay bored for much longer. In saying that though, this last week will be one of the toughest, as, yesterday, I got a little frustrated with my very old TV and snapped the remote in half in a fit of Schwarzenegger-esque, Pepsi-Maxxx fuelled fury. Despite this being really, really awesome and impressive (I frightened myself!), I can no longer switch it over to the AV, which means no more Pro Evo Soccer. Why, life? Why? When did TVs stop coming with all the buttons you need on the actual TV box anyway? Piece of crap. You'd think they'd have made the remote out of diamonds or some unbreakable mineral, but no, it came apart in my fierce grasp like a bag of crisps. CRSISP!
The other day i made this video - http://www.vimeo.com/1345428
What is wrong with me?
Right now i'm listening to the legendary Quack Quack, watching Arrested Development and Summer Heights High (not all at once - WEESH!), which is helping. Thanks.