- person: why are you sobbing?
- me: i just really like daft punk okay
neverbackdown-fromanyone asked: *non inside voice* HAPPY BIRTHDAY! i know its late, :/ i hope things are looking better for you. <3
THANK YOU!!
I think things are better now… At least I feel better about them, but maybe that’s because I was out doing crazy shit last night instead of Das Energi. It was pretty babies.
Bridgette we gotta go do something soon. I know Porter Robinson is in July, but I mean like, before that.
Anonymous asked: Wow I knew it was coming up, but I'd forgotten the exact date, but then I saw your post and felt awful about not wishing you a happy birthday sooner. So... Happy Birthday! Sorry that it's not been going as well as planned.
Hey, thanks for at least dropping a note! Yeah, something kind of awful happened, Anon. Most of it’s my fault, but it’s an opportunity to do something I’d been meaning to. It’s not easy though, I’m really a bit afraid of what might happen next, but I think that’s even more reason to do it. Sometimes you just have to rip the band-aid off.
Anonymous asked: happy birthday
Thank you~!
Anonymous asked: happy happy birthday birthday
You’re putting in twice the effort! Well done! XD
Anonymous asked: Happy birthday, Hafell! <3
Hey thanks. :3
Anonymous asked: WOW @ tumblrdatinggame(.)com WTF is this.. my little brother's roommate is on this and I think I saw you too lol
Look spambot, I thought you were here to wish my a happy birthday.
This band just may be the most time-consuming, stress-inducing, and altogether self-degrading thing I have ever willingly done, I can’t find a way to stop myself from doing it.
Because unlike the last band I was in, this one isn’t moderately functional with no potential and no motivation. This band is extremely dysfunctional with extreme potential and extreme motivation.
It’s like a family of rebellious teenagers that are stuffing their respective relationships and family heirlooms in a secluded cupboard to hidden from the madness about to ensue. And then those teenagers proceed to stumble, stoned in anticipation, to wait by the door for what they hope will be many guests, and one hell of a fucked up party. We’ve got the booze and the empty house, we’re still trying to get rid of the fragile things that might get broken, and we sure as hell haven’t ever thrown a party before.
But we’re a family and whether we’re ready or not, he we come.
12am band problems.
- Me: Alright, think I'll get to a save point in this game, check my messages and then go to be- oh hey a text message.
- Band mate/mentor: Hey do you want to meet up in the morning and go over software?
- Me: Um... Yeah, sure after like 10:00 or so... where do you want to meet?
- Bandmate: There's a public train stop across the street from a mall near my place... wanna meet there? Maybe we'll do a little street performing.
- Me: We both know I'm not going to sing on a street just yet, but yeah I can get there.
- Bandmate: Sweet, do you think you could bring your guitar and the other 15 lbs of equipment you have?
- Me: Um, I suppose...
- Bandmate: Alright cool, let's keep talking for a bit, you're already only going to get five hours of sleep at this point.
Every time I talk to this one friend. ALWAYS.
- Me: Something passionate and/or interesting.
- Thomas: Comedic response and expression of friendliness.
- Me: OH MY GOD THOMAS I LOVE YOU.
