|Wednesday, January 16th, 2008|
|Tuesday, January 15th, 2008|
bury me mrs. worm factory
these next two months are going to be awesome
|Monday, January 14th, 2008|
a woman performs cesarean section on herself. today has been good. yeaaaaaaaeeh suuup
ps: i might hang with school friends this weekend. i don't know how that'll work out. neerrvouz
|Sunday, January 13th, 2008|
|getting concussed, asking black women if they have boyfriends
couldn't do it! emergency rooms suck. as trite as it sounds, seeing all those people makes your personal problems seem null and void. might be starting a band with me on vocals. hopefully that'll happen. tonight made sense. it's easy to overlook shitty obstacles when you're ignoring them, or at least displacing that energy towards something great. if that makes sense. maybe that's another reason why i don't do drugs. i'm not that bored yet. maybe when i turn 85. hopefully going on a date monday and getting a cheque in the mail. weeiiirrd. fuck! life is good. the apple i ate today tasted sweet.
|Friday, January 11th, 2008|
whether anyone likes it or not, i'm going to live in that second floor of a building on 22nd street. at least a little. finally i'll create the cave. my speakers blew yesterday. but big black still sounds good. she kills what she eats. john locke (rip) is cooler than i thought. cooler than most people i know. rested and pieced.
|Tuesday, January 8th, 2008|
i feel horrible. what else is new? i know. it's life. i feel silly for saying this, but at least i finally felt vehement about something instead of sitting in my room all day as my mind melted for some unexplainable reason. at least i made an attempt at fighting for something that i cared about. i felt awake. i felt human. now we won't talk anymore and it'll be melancholy for at least one of us and like she says, over a period of time we'll forget and like everyone else says, it'll hurt forever and the process will repeat with other people. i remember the days when i was afraid of girls and i realize that nothing's changed and it's come to bite me. i'm so maladjusted with her and every other human on earth. but i can't explain that. i can't spit out how i really feel. and in turn i'm an outdated liar. but now it's completely over and now it's just a mending process and of course in a few days i'll be back living in my drowsy dream. in a few days i'll get back into the grind of school and staring at all of the other people. anyways, i have a million things i can say right now and as much as i'd like to keep fighting, i guess it would be beating a dead horse. she has someone else now that'll make her happier than i ever did. the only way is up. at least school and music is looking up.
i guess i was one hour away from getting arrested last night, being described to the police as a "gangster in black"
|Sunday, January 6th, 2008|
one drunk girl's molar, some blood, a 30 degree basement, a 20 degree shed, a 10 degree warehouse, a respiratory infection, some hangnails, bad weather, a few crossed arms, two knives, an altercation with a new york dickhead and a bunch of records and i still don't want to be in tampa. this was way too fucking fun, even thought he air was too thin. some herbal essences shampoo would help right now. school in a handful of hours.
|Friday, December 28th, 2007|
|Thursday, December 27th, 2007|
disregard the last few posts. i've deleted them to not look like a desperate jerk-off. i've figured something out. i am sherlock, motherfucker
|Sunday, December 23rd, 2007|
I HAVEN'T MASTURBATED IN 13 DAYS AND MY MOM KEEPS ASKING ME WHY I'M SO DEPRESSED
5 days until we're on the road with a shitty van and excellent mixtapes
my love is dead
|Thursday, December 20th, 2007|
It blows my mind to think about how many friends some people have. How can they stand to talk to each other? It's not that I hate people or anything like that. There seems to be no reason to talk to people sometimes. It's so utilitarian to not have friends. They're excess baggage. Asceticism is good. The people scene isn't mine, I guess. I am the #1
To all the loners with boners that have been waxing and waning for the past few weeks:
Girls suck. They're all crazy and most of them have no air of attractiveness about them. I promise. The ones that ARE attractive want nothing to do with you and/or are crazy. And when it comes to sex, it's a bi-product of teenage awkwardness and boredom. As I am typing this, I realize I know nothing about girls. But hey. Don't be so down. All of your ugliness and anger and sexual frustration and contempt will proliferate into something cool like art or charity or something like that. Either that or you'll climb a water tower and shoot someone. At least that's what I've more or less hypothesized.
Not all girls suck. Some are cool and have good record collections. But they're still pretty gay.
|Tuesday, December 18th, 2007|
It sucks that I feel mentally best at night. I want to build a cave in the extra room of my house, and keep my record player and a few books in there and vegetate whenever I have nothing else better to do. Maybe that'll be my mission for this week.
Every minute I'm not in school feels heavy and lax. I should get out more, fuckface. Bring on tour.
|Sunday, December 16th, 2007|
i've got so much hate inside of me. i feel like a dork.
|Wednesday, December 12th, 2007|
ike turner dies on my birthday, tight
|Monday, December 10th, 2007|
took two showers today, got some booking done. drank lots of juice. listened to daydream nation all the way through twice. feeling lots better. finals can suck blood.
|Saturday, December 8th, 2007|
moving away would be pretty cool right now, i'd like that
|Monday, November 5th, 2007|
just saw the holmes comet outside. pretty cool.
|Sunday, November 4th, 2007|
shit sucks. is that a good excuse?