I should end off every night with a hot show­er, and the addi­tion of an entry. I swear, it’s like ther­a­py.

I’m still wait­ing for my iPod, which should be com­ing in this week. The idea of being able to bring my entire music col­lec­tion with me wher­ev­er I go is just too tempt­ing. That way, when I need a Tool song, I can sim­ply bring it up, instead of bring­ing a Tool CD, just in case. I love you already iPod.

I hap­pened to stum­ble upon a song appar­ent­ly called Dan Automator, by Tomahawk. There’s some­thing about this song that is just speak­ing to me right now. I can’t even under­stand 90% of the lyrics, but Mike Patton just does such a great job with bit­ter­sweet emo­tion on the lyrics. The melody is just so…wrenchingly trag­ic, yet dul­cet. The only prob­lem is that I’m pret­ty sure it’s not a Tomahawk song. I saw them in con­cert once, and they did­n’t sound any­thing like this. Also, there’s a DJ called Dan the Automator whom Mike Patton worked with as a side project, and it’s just not like­ly that Tomahawk would name a song (incor­rect­ly) after him. That and the fact that the Tomahawk discogra­phies nev­er men­tion Dan Automator as a track list­ing. I wish I could get the real name for this song, so I could give it the respect of a prop­er track list­ing. I’m sur­prized that I was able to hold off on an entry yes­ter­day. Usually when I start up a page again (I don’t like the word jour­nal, because it’s not, and half the time I’m just rant­i­ng about some­thing), I’ll just flood the data­base with entries, and it will slow­ly become less fre­quent as time goes on. Of course, when I have a girl­friend, I feel I can’t write any­thing at all. It’s like my page is a girl­friend, who just lis­tens to me hate so well, and nev­er ques­tions what I’m think­ing, or why I’m think­ing it. I love you too, you porce­lain faced web­page.

I was flip­ping through some fash­ion mag­a­zines, and read about an art exhib­it being held about the evo­lu­tions of fash­ion and styles. They men­tioned a bal­loon­ing-dress by a Japanese design­er as a wit­ty piece, and a per­fo­rat­ed-wing out­fit as breath­tak­ing. The art of fash­ion has always puz­zled me; it’s some­thing that I’m com­plete­ly igno­rant of, that I don’t think I will ever under­stand unless some­one explains it to me.