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 Thurs Apr 18, 2013: A Most Peculiar Evening (Sucking on tits and licking pussies downtown)

On Thursday I arose, drove to school, jammed w/ guitar player for an hr, practiced, boring choir rehearsal (kill me, we've been playing the same songs all semester), then practiced some more. At night I went to a concert on campus. Talked to some girls along the way. On the way back a sexy blonde smiles at me so I tell her to stop. She's into and give me her number without me asking. She's a grad student and a and when I hugged her (and tried to kiss her) goodbye I savored the press of her abundant cleavage against my sinewy chest.

Then I practiced some more, bringing my total for Thurs to 5 hrs.

Run into DrummerWing. We decide to go downtown. Hit up 7Grand. My second set sticks. 30 year old accountant with nice tits. She buys me a drink. I take her outside to the smoking area/balcony. We make out. She discovers my six-pack and commences rubbing her hands up and down my torso and playing with my nipples, thus arousing me. My snake begins to drool. She ends up taking her tits out and I suck on them. Meanwhile her friend is canoodling with some dude nearby, and other bar patrons are convening and socializing around us. She's down to fuck and I keep trying to pull, but she has to drive her friend. She starts to get annoying. She wants me to buy her a drink. fuck that. She goes and buys another drink even though we haven't finished the first ones. What a retard. I play with her nipples at the bar. We have a standoff and i lose her for a while and then find her again when she comes out of the bathroom.

We bounce out of 7 Grand - me and her and her friend and the dude. Some drama about finding the car ensues. Fuck. THen she wants to go into a club playing house music. Fuck that as well. I pick her up and carry her over my shoulder but she escapes and she and her girlfriend enter the club. I wait a while and then go in after them but the fucking bouncer won't let me in because of how I was acting agressive/manhanding on the sidewalk. He fucks with me but then lets me in. I find the two girls. Cold and bitchy. Follow them out to the sidewalk. Friend is cockblocking. Follow them into a lobby. Tell her to give me cab money because she lied and said I was going home with her. Try to manipulate them to no avail. Pull lost.

Return to 7 Grand. Blowout. Hit another bar. Boyfriends.

Enter Library Bar. Girl leaving. I tell her I love her. She squeals. We embrace. As I'm taking her number her guy friend tells her that they're leaving without her. So now it's me and her and she's trying to call her friends. The situation is kind of fucked up. i.e. Tthe text her girlfriend sent her went something like: "Find a guy to take you home. We're leaving without you." Shitty friends.

Makeout on the sidewalk. Push her into a corner, she slides her skirt up, and I lick her right next to Subway or something in downtown LA. She stars getting upset and beligerent trying to call her friends. I realize now that she's too drunk to fuck but I eventually get us a cab to my school, where my car is parked. I get her past security, but pretty soon she's going insane: screaming and crying, trying to call her friends. I tell her chill bitch, I'll take you home but by this point she is Satan-incarnate. I'm picking her up and yanking her around trying to corral her towards my car. She's screaming "fuck you" and shoving me. I now hate this girl as I have not hated anything in a long time. I wish I could traquilize her, stuff her in the back seat, dump her on her front porch, and be rid of this hellcat once and for all. I finally get her in my car, whereupon she freaks out completely and runs away sobbing. The last I see her, she's fleeing through the parking structure. Well, that takes care of that situation.

I drive home and fall asleep after another great adventure. Sometime during the night I wake to a podcast playing on my phone. They're talking about the Boston bombing. I panic: for a moment my half-dreaming mind thinks that the cops are calling me because they found her dead or hurt and that I accidentally answered the phone in my sleep.

Nope, she texts me the next morning, telling me she woke up at 5 AM in a lobby on campus and took a cab home. She apologizes and thanks me. We text all day. Chances are good I'll get to lick that once again.
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 Recap of last few days beginning Apr 21, 2013

On Sunday (Apr 21, 2013) I spent all day procrastinating on my project for my Film Music class. I ended up napping around 5 PM, then waking up again to spend the rest of the night on the internet and OKCupid.

On Monday (Apr 22, 2013) I awoke at 8 AM with the intention of preparing for my presentation in class at noon. I quickly realized that I was just not get it done, so I skipped class and wallowed in bed all day. I finally drove to school around 7 PM. Ran into one of my friends at the music building. Neither of us felt like practicing, so we went and bought a bottle of wine and experienced great mirth sharing it with other musicians in the bass storage room.

Then DrummerWing texts me and we head downtown to meet his hot asian ex-girlfriend and her bandmate, who is also hot and asian. Kick it with them for a few hours. Pancakes at the Pantry (a mediocre, overpriced diner who use crappy orange cheese in their omelets - but it's the only place open late) and then I drive home.

On Tuesday I go to school and practice for 5 hours.

On Wednesday I practice 5 hours.

On Thursday I practice 6.5 hrs.

Some notes on practicing:

I can knock out two hours no problem. Three hours requires just a little more effort and starts to tax my concentration. Four hours starts to push it. I reach a threshold. It's like the 18th mile of a marathon. My innate passion for music and desire to improve propel me through the first three hours - It can feel more like play than practice - but by the fourth hour I'm generally running on willpower. Every 10 minutes or so I have to step outside for a water break, or just to see the sun and feel the air. In addition to these several hours of isolated practice, I might have a rehearsal (one or two hours), and I'll often jam with a bass player for an hour or so. If I want to make it a really productive day, I'll push for a fifth hour. Generally by this time I'm tired and my brain rebels against the imposition of prolonged concentration.

Jazz musicians often refer to practicing as "shedding" - after Charlie Parker who legendarily practiced prodigiously in a woodshed.

Presuming that the practice is focused and deliberate, the formula is brutally simple: every unit practiced produces one unit of talent. Talent is the only currency that matters to me. Shedding is the only exercise that will afford me the talent needed to realize my ambitions. Every hour I spend in the shed is an hour closer to mastery and greatness.

Habits

In other news...

Fapping: Haven't fapped since March 18.

Practicing: Last few days have been intensely focused. Today I will accomplish 4-5 hrs.

Internet: Abused (ie, used recreationally) internet on Sunday and Monday.

Exercise: Haven't worked out in since Apr 14, which is the longest fail streak since Jauary. I'll resume today.
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 Friday Apr 26 - Saturday Apr 27, 2013: Salsa Dancing

On Friday I arose, ate breakfast, cleaned my room, and finally worked out again.

Then I drove to school and practiced for five hours.

At night DrummerWing texts me about a salsa dancing event. I'm hoping we can't find the place, because I'd rather go beasting in Hermosa. But we find it: A dance school located upstairs in big non-descript building set back in a dark parking lot. The hall is packed with dozens of sexy females. Sweaty dancers congregate around large fans that shift the air in lieu of AC.

We witness an amazing ritual: A circle group of a dozen girls forms around one guy, who takes turns selecting them, dancing with them, and then depositing them back into the ring before grabbing another eager female. The scene is almost a parody of abundance: One man - surrounded by a circle of gorgeous women - literally picks and chooses from among them. He does so and effortlessly wordlessly, extending an arm and spinning them towards him in the center of the circle. The dancing is intensely physical and overtly sexual. For example, girls will literally grind their clit on a guy's thigh. It is beasting to music.

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I think back to all the opportunities I had to learn to salsa dance. I even spent a year playing in a salsa band and before every gig, there'd be free salsa lessons in the venue. And I never once took advantage because I was an inhibited chode. Standing in the dance hall, gawking at the myriad bodies whirling and undulating to music, I realize that I should probably learn to salsa dance.

The ensuing experience is cool and intimidating. I have only tried salsa dancing about once - on Wednesday night earlier this week. So I'm choding pretty hard, not wanting to embarrass myself. Finally DrummerWing helps me find some girls to practice with. I dance with some cute girls and some ugly girls. I fumble with the steps. I text HB-Navy, who is nearby. She arrives with her girlfriends towards the end of the night. I'm sitting on a chair by myself when she emerges from the crowd and mounts me before I even realize who she is. I chop it up with DrummerWing and his date, then I take HB-Navy home and do unspeakable things to her. Then we sleep for three hours and wake up at 6 AM.

On Friday morning I drop HB-Navy off at her house and then drive to school to play a gig at some breakfast banquet at 7:30 AM. We play for 45 mins and each make $100. Afterwards I eat the free breakfast and then I sleep in my car for 6 hours. Then I wake up, walk to the music building, and practice for 5 hours.

When I finished practicing around 11 PM I ran into some friends outside. They point out a hot girl who was waiting for someone but just left. She's getting into a car with her parents. I motion for her to stop the car and roll down the window. I tell her I thought she was cute. She and her mom in the front seat are creeped out. LOL.

Today (Sunday) I will work out, get my car washed, and drive to my Grandma's house where I will spend the day writing a 10-page essay.
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 Got this today:
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 HAHAHA. That is awesome!
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 nice :D

I agree, salsa is basically sex on the dancefloor.
BUT....i know great salsa-dancers, who get laid 0 times....or just get laid by their dance partner only...so...looks sometimes deceive ;)
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Sun Apr 28 - Mon Apr 29, 2013

I went to my grandparents' house to try to write my final research paper. Ended up laying in bed all day and night and using the internet til 4 AM. 

On Monday I skipped class and layed in bed until 3 PM. I became very sad and decided that I would have to drop out of grad school due to failing this class.

I drive to school and beast a bunch of chicks.See a girl smoking a cigarrete. "Goddamn you look sexy smoking that cigarrete. I'm gonna start smoking.

Loiter outside music building with some peeps I know. Mack on passing girls. Some girl gives me a rose. Get a few numbers. Chase down a stunner in a blue dress twice and eventually give her the rose and get her number. But the flaked.

Drive home and sleep.

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Tuesday Apr 30, 2013: Date with HB MILF

Worked out. School. Lesson. Reherasal. Practiced 2:45 hrs.

Super horny at night to the point that I couldn't focus to practice. Texted/called HB-MILF who I met at the Standard last week. 

Drive to meet her at a bar in Culver City. She's 40. Ginormous breasts. She lives with in a house in Venice with her 16 year old daughter who is a model. Madeout. Tried to pull her to school or back to her place no good. Walk her to her beamer and then she drives me to my car.

Drive home and sleep.

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 Thurs May 2, 2013: My 25th Birthday

Today I turned 25. Last night HB-Navy came over. We foreplayed until the stroke of midnight - when I made her wait for me to penetrate her. I fucked her hard for 1.5 hrs, came on her tits, and then we slept.

Woke up in the morning. Dropped HB-Navy off. Drove to school. Went to final swing workshop of the year. Then walked around campus and beasted.

First set was when I first got to school. Hopped in elevator with a girl. "Do you take this elevator often?" Walked with her for a block and got her number.

After swing workshop I kept approaching. Girl passes me and smiles. Me: "Hey, you were checking me out. I don't appreciate it." Chat and get her number.

Few more approaches.

Run into Jesse and Jason from Simple Pickup. I walk right through the middle of one of their shots. They're filming an episode on kissing strangers.

Sexy latin girl. "Damn girl, you so sexy." She scowls at me. Apparently I've appraoched her before. She gives me a bunch of shit but I'm chill and unfazed. Nevertheless she bounces when I'm about to get her number. So I yell "fuck you" (not out of bitterness).

Then I drive and work on my research paper which is due tomorrow. Write about 3 paragraphs out of 8 pages. Tomorrow it's on and I have to write this fucker or else.

Then I go out to dinner with my grandparents and cousin.

Tomorrow:

Wake up 7 AM, drive home, Take drugs, 100 Burpees, shower.

Working on paper by 8 or 9 AM.

Finish paper by night and collapse in blissful relief that the torment is finished.
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 Friday May 3, 2013: Another dismal exercise in academic mediocrity

I arose at 7 AM. I drove to my house. Took drugs. Napped. Arose and worked out.

Back to grandparents' house to work on research paper. Worked on and off for about 12 hours. Finally at 11 AM, emailed my professor 6 pages (requirement was 8-10 pages) of bullshit.

Then I drive to Pier Ave. I do 30 approaches. Feel pretty bad. Pier Ave is always populated by huge jacked dudes and this particular night I'm unusually paranoid that one of them will kick my ass, especially after a meathead calls me a "fucking loser faggot" for talking to his girlfriend. Ah yes, how I relish the easy camaraderie that seems to permeate these warm summer nights.

Nevertheless, I continue approaching, bluntly and artlessly and without conviction, just for the sake of the process.

Get a black girl's number at the end of the night, but it's probably a fake.

I don't mind bad nights like this because it means a good night is imminent.
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