Did you all have fun? What the F did you end up doing?
My New Years
As for me, I HAD planned to go out to some big ticketed event or party with my buddy Brad, researched some fun places to go, set some money aside, got all excited about it, and then guess what? I got sick. Hurraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
I figured Brad would have immediately made other plans the second I told him I was sick and couldn't go out and do anything, but offered to let him come over, have a beer or two, watch a movie, and play video games if he wanted to. He totally did. What a great friend. Long story short we ended up screaming things like, "FUCK youuuuuuuuuuuuu", "you're a BITCHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", and "why don't you Suck ON THISSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssss" over and over again while we disintegrated each other with energy swords, ran each other over with worthogs, stuck each other with sticky grenades, and anything else we could find. I'm sure we must have used the phrase "you're a bitch!" at least a hundred times each throughout the night. The funny thing is I actually hate competitive "versus" mode games, and we were playing in cooperative campaign mode. But of course, I am a truly evil video game player (as you'll probably hear many times again) and so is Brad. I will literally wait until the very second you get your favorite weapon, congratulate you on it, and then one second later mow you down, off a cliff, with my ghost-bike on turbo speed, fall off the cliff with you, jump out of the ghost before I/we die, and start shooting at you as both our soon-to-be-dead bodies plummet through the air.... all the while laughing hysterically. Brad on the other hand will go into battle with you against some of the built-in computer enemies, gain your confidence as he disappears somewhere off to the side to help you flank the enemy, then right when you're retreating around a corner to recharge your shields he'll pop into your field of vision, yell "peek-a-boo FUCK YOU!!!!!" and put a sticky-grenade on your knee. Then he'll run away laughing and shouting things like, "take it bitch up yours!" and "fucking die whore die" into your ear at about 200 words a second. He doesn't even seem to care that he has just ruined all the effort we just put into getting to a certain point in the level, because we both end up blowing each other up and dying. Oh, and he likes to blow up whatever vehicle you're currently in. Even if you/we really need that vehicle for the level we're on. While laughing. Hysterically. [...]
Alright so uhm... how the f do I start this. I'm going to try and get to the point of this blog really quick, so I'll just say it. Its been over a year since I've written anything meaningful into a blog and I the entire time that has gone by, I've known and hated that fact. The thing is, and I suppose this is common among musicians, its hard for me to post up on the fly, just as I type, allowing it to be imperfect and less than perfect. I keep getting ideas for blogs, or little ideas that I want to tell everyone about, but then I keep waiting to post them because I want to write this big huge well-thought-out mini novel or something. Plus for some stupid reason, I'm terrified of repeating myself.... like, if I post once about recording my new CD, I instantly imagine that everyone will turn to hate and disgust of me for mentioning the same idea a few days or weeks later. The same goes for misspellings. And bad grammar. And stories that drone on without being super interesting. [...]
I've received a few emails from friends and fans that I should write in my blog more. I hate to break this to all of you, but I am an absolutely horrible writer. I have no idea how to tell a good story. And whats worse, my writing style actually matches my speaking style, which means its impossibly hard to follow. Green.
But enough of that. Here's a science fact I've been thinking about today. It basically goes like this. Science has proven, through various tests in acceleration chambers, satellites, and other crap I can't recall at the moment, that the faster an object moves, the slower time passes for it. Meaning, if you were able to move at a very fast velocity, the people around you who are stationary will age much faster than you do. This effect is most noticeable for objects traveling very close to the speed of light. [...]
So I'm sitting here mixing music in my headphones, then I look up to see part of a Julia Roberts chick-flick. It seems to be a touching scene where her and a guy seem to be reconciling their differences. Soft romantic music is playing and they sit on a bed under the moonlight. I decide to watch for a second with music playing lightly into my headphones.
All of the sudden, the man gently caresses her face and I hear him grufly and slowly whisper the word "drugs...", and I burst into insane laughter.
Well its about 48 hours after the first day of shooting for my music video. In case you didn't know, its for my original song, "Wasting All My Time". We're doing an all-new remixed version with drums/bass/strings/guitar, but you can find the original acoustic version on my main website (www.MikePeralta.com) as a free download. If you haven't heard it yet, go check it out. Its a song about lost love, or maybe love that was never meant to be in the first place, and the sadness/struggle one goes through in realizing this and moving on.
Bradley Gaurano has taken on the task of directing this music video, of elaborating on this song by adding his own creative vision to it through video, and turning it into a new piece of art. [...]
Today I was doing some of my usual things (surfing the internet, working on a little music, and being a myspace friend whore), when I fell into one of those black holes where you can't stop yourself from looking at everyone's myspace profile... like everyone in the entire world... just clicking and clicking and clicking until you forget what you're even doing.
Anyways, in the middle of it all, I ended up on some lady's profile. She was slightly older, but still in shape. She had one lone comment from a younger girl that simply said, "You are beautiful. How do you stay so thin?". [...]