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Sep 10, 2005 14:27

Listless. Listening to the Minutemen super loud on the stuper-stereo.
Feeling like leaving, nowhere to leave to. Want something more, get something less.
I was wandering over to some 2 PM breakfast and saw a bbq on the Mews common area, ate a veggie burger, despite not being from Mews. Talked to the three most pretentious mother fuckers (Shuja, Bro, Friend) for a little while. Made me feel at once angry and knowledgeless.
Last night was insane and disorienting and I dont know how I feel about anything anymore.
This song is really good. It's History Lesson Part II.
"Our band could be your life, real names'd be proof, me and Mike Watt, we played for years. Punk Rock changed our lives. We learned Punk Rock in hollywood, drove up from Pedro. We were fucking corndogs. We'd go drink and pogo. Mr. Narrator, this is Bob Dylan to me! My story could be his songs. Im his soldier child. Our band is scientist rock, but I was e bloom, and Richard Hell, Joe Strummer and good ole John Doe. Me and Mike Watt, playing guitar."
I'd rather never have come to college.
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