Manifestiny

So the other day i basically decided to get my life in order, shave, buy some mouthwash, even conditioner and clean the shit out of our living area/room. No idea what possessed me but i'm willing to guess the impending doom i'd felt a few days earlier due to a massive sense of humour failure in the HR department where i work, as a result, a meeting with the hotel manager, luckily a reasonable and intelligent man with some insights into my own personality apparently, who allowed me to maintain my existence up here in the mountains. It seems writing notes in the staff cafeteria threatening everyone with biblical violence if they don't put their shit away so i don't have to clear it up at work is not a good idea, but the joy and humour i brought into other peoples lives surely compensates for this, i nearly became a martyr for not the first time in my life!

But regardless of this, i actually look forward to entering my room now, and i realised i hadn't really fully explained my living quarters to the folks at home, and other globetrotters. The corridors around here are reminiscient of a mental asylum of some kind, it's the simplest kind of accomodation before any personal touches are added, you enter your unit to find a shower room, toilet, little washing/phone/lockers area and then the two bedrooms. Luckily, yet for the worst reasons, there's only 3 people in our entire unit of two bedrooms now which helps with clutter etc. The rooms are divided with a curtain which draws a line through my and my roommates respective domains. He's got two beds in his so i guess i have a little room, cupboard, half a chest of drawers, bedside table with little papertray and shit, standard stuff really. This is weak and i'm not in descriptive mode so i took a few pictures on my phone to sort of show how i'm living.








The quality off of my ex girlfriends pink motorola razr is extremely close to a joke so i'll introduce a few of the guests, my lil sony vaio, standard sambuca, mixer/interface and microphone, slaughterhouse 5, acoustic guitar and posters, these are currently everything i need in the world.

Well minus one thing, idiot Windows 64 Bit is incompatible with close to all of my music software, rendering my many versions of Cubase useless or buggy as fuck, so before i get recording and producing anything genius out here properly i'll need to purchase Windows XP again, cheers life.. My ankles nearly healed, how you can roll it strapped into a snowboard boot is beyond me, but considering how close it felt to snapping im stoked to be walking, thus snowboarding tomorrow again.

EVERYTHING IS VERY GOOD.