i had given up on 90's grunge for over 10 years, they played the same damn songs over and over and i lost it, and stopped listening to it,
the other night i couldnt sleep so i was channel surfing and found an episode of "cold case" called "Thrill Kill" that involed the 90's murder of tthree young boys and a pair of falsely accused teens...
every single flashback had a different nirvana song and i was like O_O
I FORGOT HOW AWESOME THIS MUSIC IS!
so i started downloading a bunch of grung music and now im reliving the 90's in my head, (something i swore i'd never do)
it took me half an hour to tune my guitar for this, because all the tabs i found had the wrong tuning listed as dropped d which is WRONG
i have determined the correct tuning (for the studio recording) to be
Db Ab Db Gb Bb Eb which is dropped D, but flat a half step,
sure enough it matche dthe original when i tried it,
i've only practiced this for about 4 hours, but i figured id record something so people could read what im about to say...
im moving out of my home, something thats never happened before,
my grandma bought this house over 45 years ago, my dad, uncle, me, and many cats grew up in this house over the years, they took out a second morgage a few years back to pay for new windows, siding, a sump pump, and some other things, thanks to the slump in the economy we cant afford to pay for it, so were going to end up in a small apartment,
i have LOTS of shit i cant keep, my computer collection, books, games, desk, all kinds of shit i've had for years and cherish dearly... ya see, i had no friends in my neighborhood growing up, cause i was the only white kid around and none of the black kids liked me haning around... so i got attached to my belongings big time, and now i have to leave most of it behind, sell it, or toss it out,
i said most of this in a journal, but nobody left a comment,
im losing my fucking mind right now and it'd be nice if someone slapped me silly and told me to get ahold of myself, till then i dont know if i can take this,
im just sort of in a trance, a fixation if you will. my mind stopped working the second i heard we were moving, and now im stuck in a rut...
im not sure i can put up with this... i have a bad feeling about it,
the other night i couldnt sleep so i was channel surfing and found an episode of "cold case" called "Thrill Kill" that involed the 90's murder of tthree young boys and a pair of falsely accused teens...
every single flashback had a different nirvana song and i was like O_O
I FORGOT HOW AWESOME THIS MUSIC IS!
so i started downloading a bunch of grung music and now im reliving the 90's in my head, (something i swore i'd never do)
it took me half an hour to tune my guitar for this, because all the tabs i found had the wrong tuning listed as dropped d which is WRONG
i have determined the correct tuning (for the studio recording) to be
Db Ab Db Gb Bb Eb which is dropped D, but flat a half step,
sure enough it matche dthe original when i tried it,
i've only practiced this for about 4 hours, but i figured id record something so people could read what im about to say...
im moving out of my home, something thats never happened before,
my grandma bought this house over 45 years ago, my dad, uncle, me, and many cats grew up in this house over the years, they took out a second morgage a few years back to pay for new windows, siding, a sump pump, and some other things, thanks to the slump in the economy we cant afford to pay for it, so were going to end up in a small apartment,
i have LOTS of shit i cant keep, my computer collection, books, games, desk, all kinds of shit i've had for years and cherish dearly... ya see, i had no friends in my neighborhood growing up, cause i was the only white kid around and none of the black kids liked me haning around... so i got attached to my belongings big time, and now i have to leave most of it behind, sell it, or toss it out,
i said most of this in a journal, but nobody left a comment,
im losing my fucking mind right now and it'd be nice if someone slapped me silly and told me to get ahold of myself, till then i dont know if i can take this,
im just sort of in a trance, a fixation if you will. my mind stopped working the second i heard we were moving, and now im stuck in a rut...
im not sure i can put up with this... i have a bad feeling about it,
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cool little doodle. I can hear that turning into a kick ass tune if worked on.
really sorry to hear about your moving situation O.o. that really sucks. I used to be the same with my things. I was kinda poor with few too no friends as a kid and I got very attached to my stuff too.
It wasn't till I went through a particularly bad bout of suicidal depression and ended up finding a mate that I realized, my things were just that, things. what had been so important about them wasn't their physical state, it was the inspiration and memories I had associated with them but I realized that those memories, feelings, ect, were in me, not in the things, and if those things were removed it would not and could not take away what was in me.
I realized that things (barring the tools one needs to work and survive) don't mater, people and creating is what maters.
I'm in the middle of packing up and moving too (to a smaller place, due to financial reasons, among other things). for the past months I've had to through out and sell a lot of my old stuff.
The things that are most important to save are original creations one has made and the tools one needs to live and continue to create in the future.
I know it's hard but try to take a step back, take a deep breath, think about it, figure out what is genuinely important and then prioritize idems and start packing. remember, physical idems brake, wear out, decompose and need to be replaced, what's in side one's self doesn't. This is why I never named my car or axe.
really sorry to hear about your moving situation O.o. that really sucks. I used to be the same with my things. I was kinda poor with few too no friends as a kid and I got very attached to my stuff too.
It wasn't till I went through a particularly bad bout of suicidal depression and ended up finding a mate that I realized, my things were just that, things. what had been so important about them wasn't their physical state, it was the inspiration and memories I had associated with them but I realized that those memories, feelings, ect, were in me, not in the things, and if those things were removed it would not and could not take away what was in me.
I realized that things (barring the tools one needs to work and survive) don't mater, people and creating is what maters.
I'm in the middle of packing up and moving too (to a smaller place, due to financial reasons, among other things). for the past months I've had to through out and sell a lot of my old stuff.
The things that are most important to save are original creations one has made and the tools one needs to live and continue to create in the future.
I know it's hard but try to take a step back, take a deep breath, think about it, figure out what is genuinely important and then prioritize idems and start packing. remember, physical idems brake, wear out, decompose and need to be replaced, what's in side one's self doesn't. This is why I never named my car or axe.
We've been moved in now for the past several months, all our cats are gone, tons of our stuff is gone, and i no longer have half the stuff i had,
however i think this place is alright, at least we dont have neighbors that party all night and shoot guns all over the place... (we were basically living 2 houses from the most violent house on the neighborhood)
this place is boring, but i've adjusted...
and my desk.. well it looks the same here as it did in the old place, a mess xD
i wouldnt say i've pulled all the way through my dipression, but i am feeling up a little more.
however i think this place is alright, at least we dont have neighbors that party all night and shoot guns all over the place... (we were basically living 2 houses from the most violent house on the neighborhood)
this place is boring, but i've adjusted...
and my desk.. well it looks the same here as it did in the old place, a mess xD
i wouldnt say i've pulled all the way through my dipression, but i am feeling up a little more.
lets see, Oscar and Zoey were given to a family who lived on a farm. Goomba and Boo were given to the father of my grandparents caretaker, (sadly boo wouldn't eat and kept hiding from them, she died.. ;_; its ironic too since she was such a hog with the food when she was with us,) Gizmo was given to my older cousin (old enough she was also my godmother) who lives in Pennsylvania (I'm in Ohio) with a milk truck driver on a cow farm,
if we would have kept one here at this apartment they would have added $300 extra PER MONTH onto our rent... lousy ass bastards...
at least they have a no smoking ban on the premises, that should get my grandma to stop soon...
i don't get to see any of the cats where they are, but i managed to keep my cool.
if we would have kept one here at this apartment they would have added $300 extra PER MONTH onto our rent... lousy ass bastards...
at least they have a no smoking ban on the premises, that should get my grandma to stop soon...
i don't get to see any of the cats where they are, but i managed to keep my cool.
its funny, i've been around cats since i was born, through the years weve had many,
a few names:
Tosha, Tia, Skeeter, Gabriel* Spanky Sissy Tyler Fluffy(yeah we went there), gizmo, oscar, zoey, goomba, zoey, sammy, and tons of kittens we had given away before naming, (it may sound like we just let our cats run around and multiply, buut this isnt the case, nearly all of the litters were the result of an unfixed female escaping during their season (our cats have all been indoor only), we always had the males fixed though since they would otherwise spray)
the most we had at once was probably 38 cats, this happened cause my cousin moved in (she had just gotten a divorce and needed a place to stay) and her cat was pregnant, and we had 2 that were pregnant among the 5 we already had, and as luck would have it, they pretty much all gave bitrh within 2 week of each other, chaos? yes, fun? yes, feeding time was like wading through an ocean of fur,
its funny though, when its all taken away from you so suddenly how you miss the cuddles and playfulness, not to mention the constant dumb cat stares and silly antics.
*Gabriel was a special cat, he was all grey and despite being a tomcat was the nicest pet anyone could ask for, he'd nearly always come when you called him, and he used to wake me up each morning for school by licking my head and giving me a cowlick, we got him around 1991 or 2 (i was about 4) and he lived till i was a sophmore in highschool,,, he died of old age and he was the most missed cat in the world, he would do crazy stuff like come to strangers and let them pat him, and he always awnsered the door when someone opened it, he was like a dog in a cats body, only he had not a single mean bone is his body,
skeeter died in a freak accident, he was a goofy ass cat, he was built like a tank (lean and big) and he was a short haired grey cat, hes the only cat i have personally found dead, i went into the basement and he was lying in front of the washing machine cold and stiff, i cryed and took him out back and buried him before my parents got home so they wouldnt have to see him like that, i didnt tell them till a day after they got back, i think he had eaten a mushroom that was growing on a wooden skid (like forklifts pick up) that was down there,
anyway, without a kitty around here i've been sorta down, i've been listening to music i used to listen to in the 90's when i was little, and songs i overheard other people playing back then,
it'd be cool if time would just wind back to the 90's and stop.
a few names:
Tosha, Tia, Skeeter, Gabriel* Spanky Sissy Tyler Fluffy(yeah we went there), gizmo, oscar, zoey, goomba, zoey, sammy, and tons of kittens we had given away before naming, (it may sound like we just let our cats run around and multiply, buut this isnt the case, nearly all of the litters were the result of an unfixed female escaping during their season (our cats have all been indoor only), we always had the males fixed though since they would otherwise spray)
the most we had at once was probably 38 cats, this happened cause my cousin moved in (she had just gotten a divorce and needed a place to stay) and her cat was pregnant, and we had 2 that were pregnant among the 5 we already had, and as luck would have it, they pretty much all gave bitrh within 2 week of each other, chaos? yes, fun? yes, feeding time was like wading through an ocean of fur,
its funny though, when its all taken away from you so suddenly how you miss the cuddles and playfulness, not to mention the constant dumb cat stares and silly antics.
*Gabriel was a special cat, he was all grey and despite being a tomcat was the nicest pet anyone could ask for, he'd nearly always come when you called him, and he used to wake me up each morning for school by licking my head and giving me a cowlick, we got him around 1991 or 2 (i was about 4) and he lived till i was a sophmore in highschool,,, he died of old age and he was the most missed cat in the world, he would do crazy stuff like come to strangers and let them pat him, and he always awnsered the door when someone opened it, he was like a dog in a cats body, only he had not a single mean bone is his body,
skeeter died in a freak accident, he was a goofy ass cat, he was built like a tank (lean and big) and he was a short haired grey cat, hes the only cat i have personally found dead, i went into the basement and he was lying in front of the washing machine cold and stiff, i cryed and took him out back and buried him before my parents got home so they wouldnt have to see him like that, i didnt tell them till a day after they got back, i think he had eaten a mushroom that was growing on a wooden skid (like forklifts pick up) that was down there,
anyway, without a kitty around here i've been sorta down, i've been listening to music i used to listen to in the 90's when i was little, and songs i overheard other people playing back then,
it'd be cool if time would just wind back to the 90's and stop.
wow O.o . you and I have a lot in common about cats.
I've also had cats all my time on earth so far.
we used to do animal rescue and yeah there were times we had SHIT loads of cats. we went through all the years of kittens and trying to place them in good homes. I remember when I was little, opening up my underwear droor to find like 7 kittens in there sleeping.
I have just recently found most of my cats having left to the next world: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2793470/
if it wasn't for bf's cat and the kitten mum found last year, we literally would only have 1 or 2 for the whole family.
I also had a great cat like your gray one. mine was like family so strong that I still cry about it.
and I too have been going back to my more fond 90s music and memories. I agree, there are some things in the 90s I would love to freeze in time to enjoy ^^. hey, if you aren't already on my im list, PM me with your msn or aim info and we can chat. *hugs*
I've also had cats all my time on earth so far.
we used to do animal rescue and yeah there were times we had SHIT loads of cats. we went through all the years of kittens and trying to place them in good homes. I remember when I was little, opening up my underwear droor to find like 7 kittens in there sleeping.
I have just recently found most of my cats having left to the next world: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2793470/
if it wasn't for bf's cat and the kitten mum found last year, we literally would only have 1 or 2 for the whole family.
I also had a great cat like your gray one. mine was like family so strong that I still cry about it.
and I too have been going back to my more fond 90s music and memories. I agree, there are some things in the 90s I would love to freeze in time to enjoy ^^. hey, if you aren't already on my im list, PM me with your msn or aim info and we can chat. *hugs*
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