Randomness Part Deux

I've been home for 2 weeks.
I saw Anna and The Haskins and Devlin...
lol, that's just like romper room.
i used to love that show.
i'm in a band
i play bass
i suck at it now but i'm gonna practice an hour a day. give me a month, i say, and then i won't suck so bad.
i haven't written on this thing in a while.

i think i should have something intelligent and insightful to say. but i don't... right now i'm in fuck the world mode. go figure. i'm getting really fed up with choir- xmas is supposed to be all happy and stuff, and we're singing about the doom and gloom and endless anguish of bethlehem. (?)

jeter was on snl last night.
i love jeter.
jeter's a biscuit...
*evil giggle*

lance is still my ho. not even jeter can change that.

Randomness Part Deux

I've been home for 2 weeks.
I saw Anna and The Haskins and Devlin...
lol, that's just like romper room.
i used to love that show.
i'm in a band
i play bass
i suck at it now but i'm gonna practice an hour a day. give me a month, i say, and then i won't suck so bad.
i haven't written on this thing in a while.

i think i should have something intelligent and insightful to say. but i don't... right now i'm in fuck the world mode. go figure. i'm getting really fed up with choir- xmas is supposed to be all happy and stuff, and we're singing about the doom and gloom and endless anguish of bethlehem. (?)

jeter was on snl last night.
i love jeter.
jeter's a biscuit...
*evil giggle*

lance is still my ho. not even jeter can change that.

Back Again

okay. that last entry was too random. i need to get some more crap out and that just didn't cut it.

i'm kind of fed up with people right now. the only people i hang out with consistantly are tom, spike and alicia, and not even alicia that much now that our schedules are so busy. arrrg.

i'm fucking sick of broadway music. this stupid little backwater excuse for a town is, in a word, obsessed with it. it's like they don't realize that there are other styles to sing... it's soooo aggrevating. i want to sing gospel, damn it. but no, it's broadway or bust.

this has been a bad week. i've been having nightmares lately but this week i've had the worst since september. i can't stand this anymore- if i don't get some uninterrupted sleep i'm going to lose my mind.

on a lighter note, i went to the mall yesterday to get some new pants. i saw tons of stuff i wanted but who's got the money? i need to worry about lessons and stuff before frivolus crap that i can't even fit into anyway. arrrg.

i'm going to start making my own clothes, cool looking ones for girls with a woman's shape (to hell with the anorexic ten year old boy heroin chic look. to fucking hell with it.)

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Back Again

okay. that last entry was too random. i need to get some more crap out and that just didn't cut it.

i'm kind of fed up with people right now. the only people i hang out with consistantly are tom, spike and alicia, and not even alicia that much now that our schedules are so busy. arrrg.

i'm fucking sick of broadway music. this stupid little backwater excuse for a town is, in a word, obsessed with it. it's like they don't realize that there are other styles to sing... it's soooo aggrevating. i want to sing gospel, damn it. but no, it's broadway or bust.

this has been a bad week. i've been having nightmares lately but this week i've had the worst since september. i can't stand this anymore- if i don't get some uninterrupted sleep i'm going to lose my mind.

on a lighter note, i went to the mall yesterday to get some new pants. i saw tons of stuff i wanted but who's got the money? i need to worry about lessons and stuff before frivolus crap that i can't even fit into anyway. arrrg.

i'm going to start making my own clothes, cool looking ones for girls with a woman's shape (to hell with the anorexic ten year old boy heroin chic look. to fucking hell with it.)


Which Evil Criminal are You?

this was funny.

"Hailing from sunny Transylvania, your first blood-related incident was when you stabbed a servant girl in the face with a pair of scissors for underperforming. Some of the red spray landed on your hands, and as you washed it off, you noticed that it left your skin fresh and young looking. From then on you were convinced that the blood of young girls was the secret to eternal youth.

Rather than killing girls outright by stabbing them or slitting their throats, you enjoy torturing them for weeks on end by pricking them with needles or prodding with sharp spikes - all to bathe in their blood. You've killed over six hundred women, all without raising a peep from the authorities."

maybe i'll go kill someone. maybe i won't. i need a new purpose. right now i write song lyrics and veg. i haven't written any fiction since It went down.

what's up with my head? all i want to do lately is beat people up or nothing. maybe i should go see a therapist.