as the roots undo.

Florida. Day 5.

It’s bizarre how you seam to miss the little things you normally wouldn’t think twice about. Other than the obvious necessities, such as the family, the girl, the friends, and a warm shower, but you miss the smaller things: A pantry with snacks, a dvd player that actually has a remote control, soft toilet paper, the smell of home. At this very moment, i am so grateful to be here at the studio, with 4 of my best friends (Spearman, we cant wait for you to get here buddy) recording an album, because not only am i blessed to be doing what i love, but its always nice to be reminded of all the small things you miss at home. That way when i get home, i’ll be more appreciative of what i have.

On a whole new note, Arrested Development is a truly hilarious show, and an excellent way to pass a day off at the studio. Bummer it got canceled.

a.p. over and out.

10/5 9:56am

Do you ever wake up after a horrible dream, and ask yourself whether it’s all simply comprised just random neurotransmissions in your brain, or some sort of sadistic omen, warning you about how much your life is going to suck one day? I constantly wake up from bad dreams, and find that my entire day is affected by what happened in my brain the night before. I find myself utterly confused; If they are just dreams consisting of randomness and meaningless and often unrealistic circumstances, then why do I wake up feeling sad, or angry, or however I was feeling in my dreams? If it truly is a random series of neurotransmissions occuring at synapses, then why do those feelings last from sleep to consciousness? Food for thought.