So I had a weird dream lastnight. I always go to sleep listening to music, and it happened to be Fungus Amongus lastnight. In my dream my bedroom was my house, and I lived in a complex sort of thing. My brother was outside my room smoking a joint, and I asked him what the hell he was doing. Then I asked him to get me some shrooms, so he made spaghetti? I was eating it, and turns out, the mushrooms were in the spaghetti. So I was trippin in my dream, it was a really crazy experience, if I do say so myself. Just think, not only are you tripping, but you're also SLEEPING. The things music will do to us.

So I didn't go see Incubus in Maui as I had hoped that I would. I guess I'll just have to wait until they come around the states again, which hopefully won't take more than a year, although that could be very doubtful hahaha. Alas, I shall continue listen listening to them through headphones.

Well this could get very personal, or it could not, I'm not quite sure what path I may go down on this. I have played instruments in the past, many, MANY instruments, but I could never stick with one. Although I currently do not play an instrument, I still have an overwhelming love for music. Don't we all, though?