So uh, New Year's Eve was pretty awesome. I went to a formal dress party, and then ended up at a local bar at 1 AM, still dressed up. The bar was open til 3 AM that night, because of some legal technicality, so I was there until closing time, and it stayed insane the whole time. The important part--I ended up talking to this girl I've known ( Read more... )

This is the deal with my trip home to my parents' house, which is ending in less than 12 hours if I have to drag myself out of bed kicking and screaming ( Read more... )

Man, I'm just not in a good mood today. I don't even know if this whole "actually trying to interact with girls on the regular" thing is even worth it.

Am I posting regularly on Livejournal again? Hmm, maybe so. Guess we'll see.

Here's how the whole thing blew up in my face ( Read more... )

Dear Livejournal, I have a story to tell you. It's all about my night last night. It might be boring and lame to start out with, but it gets good, or at least funny, later ( Read more... )

When I wrote that post a day and a half ago, I don't think I did too good a job of saying what was really on my mind. However, I think this comes a lot closer to what I meant.

It's funny, these days it seems like I can only really write well about my life when I'm tying it into music.

I pretty much swore to myself that I wasn't going to use this thing anymore a long time ago, maybe two years ago. There have been a few posts since then, but not many. Livejournal was a relic of a part of my life that feels, in hindsight, like a total mistake. It was a time when I completely succumbed to feelings generated by depression and social ( Read more... )

lord i am at wits end
on a road with selfish people with a bad way

yeah, that about sums it up.

props go out to jeff from san diego.

hello and love to the rest of you.

last week, somebody bought me paid time on this account, which is weird, because i haven't used it for much of anything in over a year now. but however misguided the gift may have been, i appreciate it, whoever you are, and this may just induce me to feel guilty enough to post a time or two on here before the whole thing expires.

maybe.

but yeah,

i found out today that my old roommate tattoo bill is dead. my best friend, rob deicide, called me from missouri where he lives now to let me know. apparently bill, who struggled with heroin addiction for about half of his life, finally hit that fatal od. he was living out in san francisco, and i hadn't talked to him in a couple years, and now i ( Read more... )