You better believe I'm reaching critical boredom when I'm checking this thing, but I figure this is a good way to denote that I actually was sucker punched into getting a myspace. I'm pretty sure that's the preferred web journal of kids everywhere, so I guess it'd be a good place for you RAHS attendees to communicate with me, since you're all so ( Read more... )

I'm done with Livejournal.

orz.

I decided to take a break from lurking, but since I pretty much isolate myself more than the Japanese when it comes to Livejournal, it doesn't really matter anyways ( Read more... )

"Hello my beatiful friends ( Read more... )

You're like a snake in a fucking vase, you know that?

I want to wake up every morning to the sound of a dozen warm-voiced men, chanting hospitable phrases in a foreign tongue. I want it to always be grey outside, so I never get a sunburn and I'm always in the anticipation of rain.

I want so fucking much, and it makes me so fucking miserable.

Thanksgiving is coming, and you have such a wonderfull scar, dear ( Read more... )

All I want to do anymore is listen to CDs and play guitar. Sometimes I like to drink water, and sometimes I like bike rides. After school, it's fun to do things with Alex, or Curtsinger, but that's it. To try and maintain my social norms, I hang out with a raucous group of loiterers every Friday night, and try to make some distance from them when I ( Read more... )

I really can't wait for this summer, when the band breaks up. I can't wait to reform into a super-group. I've written enough riffs/solos/chord progressions to make an entire album by this point, and I really want to do this. I want to be a fucking rockstar. I'm such a fucking loser, that I have to be.

I'm embued with the spirit of a guitar!

OH MY MF GOD ( Read more... )