Nada

Nothings been up in my life other than work. Just going to class, doing my homework, reading, writing. I feel so miserable. I think I will change to writing. I want to be a fucking writer. I want to write and make music for the rest of my life. Screw all this math, seriously. It's so dull, and not creative. I hate it.

My roommate wastes his days looking at videos about bullshit like Nazi's and alien space ships. Seriously, wtf. This place is eating awa at me, seriously. I have a fuckload of homework. I know I will finish it but thing is, I don't want to start on it. It is completely irrelevant to me because it is not writng. Writng is not my major but it should be, because it feels waaay more relevant even thouh I am not being told to practice it, and math, something vital for comp sci seems like, you know, its trash. word.

Oh the filth...

Made a long ass entry on how fucked up people are becoming, and how fucked up the EDM music scene is turning, but blogger was a bitch and glitched on me. Well the point is EDM should leadus to bond with people, not ignore them, and be arrogant. Don't let EDM die like disco (Disco isn't dead, I know ;) ) But yeah, don't let EDM turn into a sick scene of death, and tragedy, EDM is infinitely beautiful, appreciate it, and appreciate those around you who are feeling what you're feeling. Don't let Love turn to Death. Stop getting fucked up, and appreciate the music, dammit.

Remember to buy Remember Love from Beatport
All proceeds will go to the victims of the love parade
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Didn't miss the freak show, after all

Last Wednesday, during my first day of class, I signed up at some booth to see if could win some free tickets for a huuuge electronic music festival. The following Wednesday I received an email informing me that my name had been drawn and that I had won tickets for Sunday. The festival is pretty much a morbidly twisted, quite baked disneyland. It's a freak show, yet it's beautiful, yeah, it's some kind of romanticized freak show, well, it's a freak show to the outside folks who aren't into electronica, to me they're not really freaks, they're just badasses.
So as things turned out, I ended up deciding to go home for the long weekend, and therefore ditched the festival. It's an hour-drives away, anyway, and I had no idea how to get there.

I decided to ride a greyhound home, there was just no way I was going to pay 114+ dollars for a flight, when I could ride a bus for 40 bucks. Well, my point today is that, the real world is more fucked up, than a deliberately fucked up festival. Like seriously, as soon as I got near the greyhound station, I thought I was going to get mugged, and that I'd have to walk back to the university, if I was left alive.

There were some pathetic looking gangsters or whatever, you know, them fat bastards who dress in massive clothes and wear tons of jewelry, in a futile attempt of drawing attention away from their obvious plus sized physique. Although I'm starting to believe its just an escapist practice since their attempts at being recognized as big pimps are rather futile, and always frustrated by their lack of 1) capital, and 2) physical abilities, such as that of running, and/or fucking. But whatever, respect them because some can cut you up.

There was some fat sista', pertaining to a racial minority, and she was like wearing this huuuge hair extension. She must have erroneously believed she was a Christmas present, that her hair was the ribbon bow, and that her sagging skin and fading tattoos were beautiful gift wrap, she ended up leaving the station, I guessed she was just looking for cigarettes.

Once I was on the bus I was surrounded by a menagerie of odd personages. There was some guy who's head looked like it had been waxed in random spots, tattoos on every other person, large people taking up more than one seat (-_-) and this lady with a dog (That bitch should've stayed home, seriously.)

SO, after all the random kids stopped crying, because their family had been split up, and they weren't sitting with their parents,(It felt like some shitty non-lethal version of Jame's Cameron's Titanic scene, where people are struggling to get to the lifeboats) and after the dog lady, and some fat people left to another bus (thank God) we departed.

As soon as we arrive to the San Antonio bus station about an hour later, and the lights turn on, I find myself startled by some senile man at the back of the bus who's shouting "WHERE IN THE HELL ARE WE?! WHERE THE HELL IS AUSTIN?!". At this point my mind was just blown away. Seriously, WHAT. THE. FUCK. How the hell does someone manage to sleep through an entire boarding transfer filled with people crying about not getting seats, and kids freaking out because they're sitting next to pedobear, etc, etc?!

Anyway, I guess I didn't miss out much after all by not attending the Nocturnal Festival. I got my very own freak show, courtesy of greyhound, and experienced all of the different scents which are the perfume of such events: Sweat, smoke, gas, tears, and strange substances, including mentholated topical creams. I mean, all I was missing in the bus was the music, you know, some ATB, FUKKK OFF, Armin, or Gartner, not a lot, really.

why u crying?

So I moved to college. It's supposed to be the most badass university Texas has got, you know, the biggest, baddest, toughest, roughest, university in big 'ol bad, tough, rough Texas. Before I moved here I used to attend a small local university in a dual enrollment program. Everyone enjoyed bashing that university for some reason. Some would pick on it because it served Hispanics (wtf?), others because of its small size, its small budget, shit professors, etc. Now that I'm here I can finally say, what I've always thought: This big ass school, and that small university are the fucking same. Here I just have to walk more... And there's more opportunities (jobs, internships, clubs, tutoring) and I'm getting branded as a student from here. That's the only difference really, a great student from here vs a great student from there has an advantage because its a big school with a successful football team. Professors from here, and there are the same in my opinion, well, at least the liberal artsy ones. I guess people think its harder here because we have a lot of tough professors, but really, since we have more professors, there's just more tough professors. There are some fucking awesome professors at my old university, but not as numerous, because of it's small size.

So if someone who really cared about their studies wanted to have an awesome experience, they just needed to do a little research before finding the great professors in that school.

So really, just stfu about that school being shit, because it isn't, stop bitching, do some research, get a tough class, and then bitch after the class and go celebrate with your friends because you are now bitching as if you were part of a big tough school.

Get owned =/

Fuck. I typed a load, Firefox restarted, and it's all gone now
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On Music

So I was thinking on how much I enjoy electronic music. I like most kinds, specially progressive house, progressive trance, and dream house/trance. I thought that one of the reasons I like it is because, specially when it comes to the instrumental tracks, one can interpret the songs as one pleases. I like the more abstract works, because those I can interpret as I please, I see what I want to see, the artist may have made an effort to convey a certain feeling, and maybe I'm getting it right, maybe I'm not. This doesn't matter to me because as long as I find myself in the music, as long as can relate, and live the song, enjoy it and feel it, I think the musician has done its job. When a multitude listens to a song and is lost in its beautiful sounds, wrapped by it, embraced, and in love, with their memories and feelings becoming a single mesh i think a musician has done its job. So I like electronic music because it creates a dreamy environment for me. Its a sea of reverie, of past memories, and future dreams, and a lot more. It's leaving behind the noise of the world, and holding on to the beautiful fabric weaved by skilled musicians. Because there is more to music than just sound. How can it make people cry, remember, ponder, feel and wish if all it is is annoying noise? Music for me is about reaching a higher state of consciousness, when the mind opens up and flows, it just flows like the music one listens to, up and down, more aggressive, then passive, grand, then melancholic then joyous. It's a beautiful experience.

my very first time!

This is my first time blogging, so I will need to grow accustomed before I may become a better blogger!