So, tomorrows Easter. One of the most fucking useless holidays ever. My mom asked how I could think that since the real meaning of it is all about Jesus, the simple answer to that was, I don't give a fuck about it. Only 40 something more days of school left. Come on Summer Vacation. I went to a day party today. A couple of bands from ( Read more... )

This Spring Break is just to much action for me.

I dyed my hair red again a few minutes ago.

Hell yeah.

Friend turns to motherlike enemy. Thank you Mandy.

Status Report: No computer. Coming upon two months. No girlfriend. Coming upon two months. Play practice. Had three so far. The Cure and Zeppelin is the only medicine. Don't trust whitey.

Its 11:30, and the band next door feels like trying to keep Beechwood awake. They need to hang up their guitars and go to college or something, because these motherfuckers suck.

Hmm. From the sound of it, about 2 dozen raccoons are running races on Grandma's roof right now.

Im at home. It's Saturday. January..January 28. Still no computer, its coming up on two weeks. Im only supposed to be allowed at Mandys every other week.

This is where I start killing people.

I tryed to dye my hair again. All I have to say is having dark hair sucks. Im going to get this shit proffesionally dyed.

Hmm...things aren't just going downhill at home.