I made a new dubstep track. Buy it.

I was catching up on old recordings of Conan and saw this:

I had to post it here.

(deadmau5 reference)
A video that I found; it seemed relevant to Oasis Journals:

I see the truth now. I've let the Flying Spaghetti Monster into my life. May all be touched by his noodly appendage.
Ramen.
(http://www.venganza.org/)

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While I'm making sampling bass sounds for my music, something strange keeps happening. For certain sounds, it starts to make me feel weird. It feels like I'm having an orgasm, mostly in my legs. This started happening when I was listening to Tool (10,000 Days) on my iPod in school. Now, it's happening a lot. It feels really good, but it's starting to get kind of annoying. I can't really breathe while it's happening. I haven't been doing any drugs, BTW.

Remember that software I just got? Well, I made a song with it (and I will make more). I encourage you to check out my Sound Cloud page http://soundcloud.com/samavade.

that this has been open in the background for hours. Somebody just told me about a software for making electronic music, so I will probably be a bit quiet for a few months while I'm addicted to this. I might not do anything at all for a while. BTW, the software is called FL Studio.

By Pop My Cherry.
http://www.nrk.no/urort/Artist/PopMyCherry/default.aspx
It's a song about a guy finding out that he's gay when he falls in love with another guy (apparently called Peter). I think the singer is gay. He makes Youtube videos under the name of "Dendrophilian" and he's awesome.

First, I love the song "Machine Gun" by Noisia. It is absolutely sick:

I just thought about something: People leave Oasis. Why? Where do they go? They just decide to stop?

First, I don't think Brad likes me. He acts too normal around me. It just doesn't seem like it. I think about him all the time.

I got my father's old iPod and put my music on it. I've been listening to that a lot lately. I'm much more quiet when I'm listening to music, which I like. I hate always wanting to say something. Music helps me relax.

I just remembered this and I think it is worth mentioning. I had a friend through all of middle school called Will. We were best friends, and he was my only friend here who's ever been to my house. Well, I've known him for a long time, so maybe that's why I've never noticed this, but a couple of my friends say that he's a flaming closet gay. This was sort of a shock to me, for some reason (maybe because he's said some homophobic stuff). Anyway, in 7th grade, there were rumors that we were more than friends.

I want to watch the movie "Presque Rien," but it's French and the only versions with subtitles are torrents.