I can play "Everything in Its Right Place" by Radiohead on the piano now! The whole thing! And I can sing it at the same time! It's actually a lot easier than one would think, it's just figuring out the rhythm that's kinda difficult. But... yeah. I didn't even need sheet music so I am feeling proud of myself ( Read more... )

ecchhhhhhh enough of that new poem thing. It makes me feel poopy inside. I'm not going to delete it though, I don't delete journal entries. Thanks Mercedes for helping me come to my senses. The point is ( Read more... )

It was so great. It was last night. I was over at the Sharps' for awhile during the day hangin' out with Isaac and finally Adira got in and then we figured out the best way to dress me... Adira couldn't get hold of any temporary black hair dye in time but she lent me some tight black pants and a tight black Cure t-shirt so I was all set to be ( Read more... )

Tonight, I downed the remainder of a bottle of tabasco sauce to the amusement (and horror) of onlookers. Now I am told that I am going to shit razors the next time I take a seat on the toilet.

Is there any truth to this assumption?

WHY DON'T YOU GET IT??? I feel like I should probably just call you and tell you a bit more blatantly this time but I really don't want to hear the sound of you crying. It's definitely one of the ugliest sounds ever created.

I felt a lot better after I typed out the last post. Thanks for the cool comments. I probably won't be able to do another one like that for awhile, I donno... I always tend to write better if I'm depressed. There's a lot of stuff happening this weekend so I'm going to be a bit busy for the rest of this week preparing. Come to Norwalk High on ( Read more... )

I donno. Do I worry too much about making other people happy? Is that why I find myself constantly in a state of depression, because I can't make one person happy without hurting someone else? And then I just end up being a total disappointment to that person I tried to make happy? FUCK IT. I just don't want to be selfish, everyone tells me ( Read more... )

Oh I was going to finish the story about Mission of Burma. Well basically Brendan and I got fined 60 dollars each, we had a big run-in with the cops. I don't want to go into it. It had to do with not being able to get into the subway and jumping the turnstile or something similar. And the pig who interrogated me was named Officer Biscotti. ( Read more... )

I feel like dying. Everyone tells me these days how I look so unhappy. Or they tell me to shut up. Or they tell me bleh I donno. Sometimes there's just those things where you want to be alone for awhile, like a long time, just maybe staying at home lying on the floor listening to loud music without someone coming around and saying "What are you ( Read more... )

Mission of Burma. In concert. So much to tell. Do I have time? I'll tell about some now and add more later, I guess. It actually worked out! I mean actually getting to the show & seeing it and all. Gah there were too many fucking indie kids there... you know the ones I'm talking about, the ones who just stand there the whole time, not even ( Read more... )