ARBU: Another Really Boring Update

So, thanks to my roomy's ability to turn "I'm gonna stay up until two" into "I'M GONNA STAY UP ALL NIGHT AND WAKE YOU UP A NUMBER OF TIMES WITH WHAT SOUNDS LIKE ME PLAYING A GAME, EVEN THOUGH I SWEAR I DIDN'T PLAY ANY GAMES AND WORKED ALL NIGHT," I definitely have less than 6 hours of sleep in me, which makes me a bit angry. I like to get the doctor-recommended minimum, if not the average. I woke up for the final time at around 6 or 6:30, which was followed by roomy finally going to bed at 7. Which means that not only do I get to NOT sleep, but I will likely have to wait on him to STOP sleeping, before we can leave. Because I have to carry him to Tupelo every Friday, since he has no want for a car/driver's license of his own. Also, yes, he worked all night on something for a class which he ended up deciding to skip because he was so tired from staying up all night.

It's nice of him to pay for my meals whenever he wants to eat somewhere, pays for my movie ticket whenever he wants to see a movie, and to share his drinks that I drive him to Walmart, so that he can buy, but It gets a bit old to have to wait on him all the time. Going to Tupelo once every school-week sounds nice, but the fact that all that is ever done is drive him to the bank, Best Buy, Barnes & Noble, Gamestop, and his grandmother's, so that he can get things he wants... It's not as fun as you might think.

He should really learn to be a little more independent, in my opinion. But, then again, I could probably benefit from being more independent, myself. It's definitely not nice to hear from someone else in my family that my grandmother* complains about me all the time. I try to be as little a burden as possible, and do everything she asks of me. But apparently she complains to my sister about how she spends all day, every Saturday, doing my laundry. I don't want her to do my laundry! She told me to let her do my laundry so that the clothes would look their best. Yet I still feel guilty. This is probably the gayest thing to ever feel guilty about.

I'm very much ready to graduate from this dank little community college. If I wasn't so lazy, I probably would have done so by now. But I take the minimum classes to remain full-time.

After graduation, I'm hoping to move off to California, where maybe I won't have to rely on anyone for anything. Does anyone want to go with me? I don't plan to depend on you, only to have a familiar face to keep me company while I get used to new surroundings. It'll be fun!

Something that will happen sooner than graduation is the government giving me $2,250 for being a poor person going to college. Hopefully I can use that money to get a decent tablet pc, which would help me, career-wise. I'd be able to do animate with much more ease, which would give me the incentive to animate MORE, which would give me plenty of material for a demo reel, which could possibly get me a job, when I move to California. The fact that I've put so much thought into this means that something will inevitably go wrong BEFORE I am able to purchase this amazing device, and I'll end up having to spend the money on that instead. Blazer, I'm looking at you. With the stink eye.

Yet again, this blog is about complaining and planning. What's the deal with that? I guess all other things in my life are able to be shoved into 140 characters or less. Thanks, Twitter. You asshole.

News for anyone who has read this far, I'm still going to try the "Phone Story Saturday" thing, so let's see if I can work out a way to make a story JUST long enough to fit into a blog text.

I will also be trying something new with my good friend John Murro (aka "GORE"). Once we can come to an agreement on what horrible show to watch, we will hopefully start doing a weekly thing of doing commentary tweets on that show. The show we use will likely be a crime drama. Or maybe The Secret Life, or some show from Disney. The aim is to make the show go from bad to entertaining, by the introduction of our HILARIOUS (I hope) comments.

Any plans other than that are still the same. With Boondocks shutting down, my stand-up comedy plans had to be changed. Hopefully, at some point, Austin and myself (and whoever else wants to go with us, to perform or support) will be going to one of the many open mic's in Memphis. I'll be doing stand-up, and he'll be doing his solo work, which will surely be amazing. He will be amazing, that is. Not my stuff. I expect to be booed off the stage. SELF-ESTEEM.

I just felt like venting about things that aren't really problems and planning for things that won't ever happen. This happens ALL THE TIME, it seems. I will try not to seem so self-centered now. How is everything with you?



*For those of you who don't know or remember, I have been living with my grandmother for a little less than a year now.

Since this is relatively new, and certainly time consuming, I will not try to make this very long.

A SHORT CELLPHONE TALE:

Abe was a musician. In fact, he was a very famous musician. He was not, however, famous for how good he was, but for how utterly HORRIBLE he was at playing his instrument. The instrument in question was a marimba.

Abe was, before he was famous, a complete bum. Not the kind of bum that you see providing comic relief in movies, but rather the kind of bum that barely scrapes by, living in the basement of the two people who fucked him into existence, his parents. And though Abe did not know it, his parents both secretly wished for a way to fuck him OUT of existence. Lucky for him, scientists have yet to perfect the technology.

(As it turns out, apparently there IS a limit to how much I can write in a text, so I'll have to finish this later. Not a good start to this whole experiment, huh?)

A SHORT CELLPHONE TALE: There once was an ugly boy. An ugly ugly boy. He spent his days moping about how ugly he was, and his nights thinking of ways to not be so ugly. On one such night, a pretty pretty angel came into the room where he was thinking. She took one look at him and said, "I have just what you need. Hold out your hands." The boy did as he was told. The angel waved her magic angel shit (figuratively), and a 44 magnum appeared in his hands. "This will make things better," the angel spouted, and then she left. That night, suicide was invented, and the world has been a happier place since. THE END.

Plans.

Okay, so for anyone that cares that has yet to be informed, I'm working on some things right now.

Mainly, I'm trying to come up with enough GOOD material to try my hand at stand-up comedy. Yeah, I suck at being funny. So what? I'd like to try anyway. That's the main reason why I have an annoying amount of updates on Twitter/Facebook. Anything that pops into my head that I find vaguely humorous, I try to put into 140 characters, if possible. If not, I save it in my cellphone drafts. Boondocks, a local bar/grille, has an open mic night, as it turns out, and I'm going to try to make use of it. So please, if you like something, or if you don't like it, please voice your opinions! But try to be a little more constructive than "It's bad." Explain why it's bad. I may disagree with you, but that doesn't mean I don't value your opinion.

In other news, I'm still drawing all the time, of course, and I still play my bass and sing, as long as no-one is around to see/hear it. I even have a few lyrical and/or musical ideas that I make note of, just in case, for later days.

I think I might be a bit selfish. Most people want to be good at one thing. I feel like I need to be good at ALL things. And because of that, I'm pretty sure that I've become horrible at everything. Not fishing for compliments here, just to let you know. Every time I say something bad about myself, it seems like someone gives a pat on my back and tells me that I'm great and all. I always think that they do that because they feel like they have to. Please don't. You don't have to.

I think that's about all I have going on at the moment. How was your day?

News!

I feel I should make at least a short blog post while I have the chance. I may have to cut myself off, though, as I'm waiting on my friend so we can go to Tennessee for a few hours.

First, I'm going to try to get some jobs doing some design-type work for whoever wants it. I've been brainstorming some ideas for my friends, The Violent (a band that you should listen to, as they are all very talented. And that Joe guy is super sexy. That last sentence was made just for Joe, if he happens to read this.), I just finished turning in the final logo design for the improv group West of Shake Rag, and I'll probably end up doing stuff for the band I'm currently in (kinda). So, if anyone wants me to do anything for them, just ask. I may even do it for free! Who knows?

Actually, that's about all I have to really say at the moment. Like I said, I'm kind of in a band at the moment, but we rarely ever get to practice, plus I suck big time at playing bass. But it's neat anyway. I'm still trying to work on the whole girlfriend situation. Maybe I'll find someone someday, but the odds are looking grim for it being anytime in even the semi-near future. If you're a girl and you think I'm cool, call me up, man. Of course, I don't expect you to actually do that. That's crazy.

I'm headin' out now. Peace out, peoples.

Intersting.

So, on top of a few musical opportunities (Possibly playing bass for some guys in Blue Springs, Working on some stuff with just me and a computer, and me, Jeffrey, and Austin playing a comedic country song), it seems that I'll be designing a t-shirt for some improve troupe in Tupelo.

I was called by one of the members of the group, who is the sister of the guy who wants me to play bass for him, and I guess I'll be getting some email soon from them with the info on who they are and such, so that I can start working on some sketches.

This summer may turn out to be a good bit of fun.

Well.

I don't have any whining to do this time, but I feel like I should put a new blog up anyway.

Lately I've been in a very creative mood. I've written the lyrics to two songs ("Here is Hell" and "I Got My Baby on Layaway") and I've come up with snippets of lyrics for three other ones.

I'm supposedly going to get to play bass for some guys that are trying to get a band together over in Blue Springs, so we'll see how that goes, but mainly I'm still looking forward to getting my laptop fixed (STILL NOT FIXED) so that I can record shit myself. I know that there's no way in hell that anyone else would ever let me sing for them, but I like singing, no matter how bad I sound, so doing my own little project seems to be the perfect cure for that.

As far as other things go, I'm very much looking forward to getting out of school, and also looking forward to my birthday, if I don't forget about it like I did last year. I don't really have any plans on what I'll be doing for my birthday, but if anybody has any suggestions, I'm open to them. I'd like to do something different. Maybe spend a day in Memphis or somewhere, doing whatever the fuck a person not old enough to drink CAN do. (not much)

I'm still all mopey about my mental issues concerning women, but I'm trying to work on that. Trying is the key word there.

Ummm, I can't really think of anything else, so I think I'm going to leave it here.

OH OH OH. Forgot. I demand that everybody go out and watch Mirrormask if you haven't seen it yet. It's very good, and I'm mad at myself for not having bought it earlier.

Which leads me to something else that I forgot to say. I have some new favorite artists to add to my list of favorite artists (redundant?). Ralph Steadman and Dave McKean. Look 'em up.

OKAY I GO NOW BYE BYE

Soundtrack of My Life

Even though I was tagged on Facebook, I'm gonna do this on my blog, which is shown on my Facebook anyway. I feel I should add that I'm using my newly purchased iPod for this, and all I have on it so far is mostly The Beatles: Past Masters, Vol. 1 and 2 and all the music you can download from quoteunquoterecords.com. So this won't be too interesting.

If your life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be?
so here's how it works
1. Open your library
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song and artist that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

opening credits:
Her and Cigarettes - Cheap Girls

waking up:
Slow Down - The Beatles

first day of school:
Sarah Lynne or What Do You Call a One Man Band Without a Girlfriend? - The Matt Kurz One

falling in love:
Teachers Get Tired - Shinobu

fight song:
People Pops & Fudgesicles For The Hit Factory - The Arrogant Sons of Bitches

breaking up:
Source and the Sound - Laura Stevenson and the Cans

prom:
Even Winning Feels Bad - Bomb the Music Industry!

life:
Stay High (Magic) - Cheap Girls

mental breakdown:
Attitude Adjustment - Let Me Crazy

driving:
Pixilated Flowers - Pegasuses-XL

flashback:
Holy Wars - Ghotto Ghetto

getting back together:
Jam is a Four Letter Word - The Riot Before

wedding:
Sensible Heart - City and Colour

birth of child:
The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

final battle:
Saddr Weirdr - Bomb the Music Industry!

death scene:
Kill Your Mood - Cheap Girls

funeral song:
We Can Work It Out - The Beatles

end credits:
Lady Madonna - The Beatles

Some of the Best Ska Albums Ever (In No Certain Order)

-Three Cheers for Disappointment by The Arrogants Sons of Bitches

-Street Gospels by Bedouin Soundclash

-Hello Rockview by Less Than Jake

-How it Goes by Big D and the Kids Table

-Keasbey Nights by Streetlight Manifesto

-Sublime by Sublime

-Hang-ups by Goldfinger

-War Profiteering is Killing Us All by The Suicide Machines

8 is a weird number to use, so I'll try to think of at least two more to round it out sometime. This is what you get for now. GET TO LISTENING.

Love & Romance

I think my outlook on love and romance is going to keep me from ever finding love and romance.

I have very strong ideals about these types of things, and would be considered a hopeless romantic by some people (including myself). The fact that I put everything on such a high pedestal makes it much harder for me to ever reveal my feelings to anyone I like. It's like when you're a little kid, and you know there are some cookies on top of the refrigerator, but the only way to get to those cookies you want so much is to do a dangerous balancing act on the back of a chair. I suppose most people are willing to risk the pain just to get those cookies. Unfortunately, I don't want to be hurt, so I do without, thinking that to be the best route to choose.

Any girl I even somewhat like becomes automatically untouchable. I'll talk to them, and I'll do what I can to use my charm and wit, but that only ends in us being friends, because I'm never willing to stand on that fucking chair. So I get to look at them from afar, just thinking about them, and all the things I could do to show them how much I care. All this thinking ends up making them even more of an unattainable goal.

People say that all I need to do is just show a little confidence, but I don't know how, since I don't have anything to be confident about. I would have to have some sort of victory of some sort in my past in order to be confident. So there's no way to be confident at first. It's like some horrible endless cycle. I can't be confident because I've never successfully asked a girl out, and I can't ask a girl out because I have no confidence.

I'm thinking that I should accept that nobody will ever think of me as more than a friend (fat uggo, blah blah blah), and just stop thinking about those things. It's possible to go on living without a girl to care for, a girl who cares for me. I may never feel complete, but maybe I'm not meant to be completely happy. I mean, my whole plan of recording songs when I get my laptop back would probably benefit from all this heartfelt material. Probably not, though.

Is it bad that I never think of anything sexual, and usually daydream about being able to hold someone in my arms, maybe sit with them on the couch watching tv, snuggled up, her head on my shoulder, my head leaning on her head? Having a feeling of perfect contentment in the world? I'm guessing it's probably bad. Most guys don't talk about that stuff. All I ever hear come out of people's mouths when it comes to relationships is sex. I don't even care that much about sex. BIG SURPRISE.

God, the self-pity levels on this blog must be off the charts. I'm sorry if you (whoever you are) took time out of your busy busy schedule to read this. I don't have a time machine, so you'll be forced to live with your mistakes. You can at least take joy in the fact that you're doing better than I am. (This could be a lie, in which case, I'm very sorry.)

Okay, well, even though I have a whole lot more that I could say to continue feeling bad for myself, I'm gonna cut myself off here. Have a nice day.

Twitter

I decided to be like the cool kids (They keep talking about it on tv.) and get a twitter account. Won't you join me?

http://twitter.com/TylerHendrix

Been a TEENSY Bit

I need to find some way of getting my many many doodles up here. I suppose I can ask my roommate really nicely if I can use his laptop, and connect my scanner to it, then do a scan-a-thon. I think I've improved in being able to make drawings that are clever, silly, or just plain weird. I've, unfortunately, been filling my notebook paper with these drawings, instead of the preferred sketch paper. The main reason behind that is that I do most of my drawing in class.

Anyway, I got a bass guitar over the christmas break, and I've been playing that. I'm decent enough to be in a punk band or something, I think, by now. If and/or when I get my laptop back, I might have to combine my bass powers with the might of FL Studio to make some compositions of some sort. That would be neat, right? I hope so.

Also, I somehow ended up putting this blog on LoadedWeb.com, or whatever it's called. So if you magically find this blog, feel free to comment so that I feel all loved and whatnot. If I start getting comments, I'll start trying to update more often, JUST FOR YOU.