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I'm back.

Because today was one of those days that reminds you:

When you're sixteen, you're sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, elven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three two and one.

And you always will be. No matter what.

Of course it is my natural tendency to make things unnecessarily complicated and unworkable. Fuckity fuck fuck, Evan, you god damn hobo.

Things are good, ya know? Things are, but I can't help but make them not when I put my mind to it. I'm so insecure, boohoo, boohoo. Who fucking cares, I am such a dick that I have gotten myself stuck here.

Oh god... a seventh grader...

Haha... shit.

Man I am a sissy. Blah blah blah. I started a muse book last night. It's kind of fun. Sketches and snippets of writing, quotes and poems and such. Maybe I'll publish it or something.

Time to go record a beat, duh. But there's weird hippie dinner first--thanks mom!

So, Joseph and I think wildly different when it comes to making music. I'm wondering how long this weill last--having a band I mean. But it is a lot of fun. The thing is that Joseph is amazing at bass, but he and I clash the most. Bryan and Garrett are pretty much phlegmatic the entire time. Bryan is probably high, Garrett is... sleeping ( Read more... )

I have realized some things just now. I feel like a real idiot. I've been feeling very splotchy as of late, so off and on. Extreme happiness coupled with--simultaneously, not before or after--unmotivated, irritative moods. I've been rude, harsh and overall strange and unlike myself. Well that's not true. I am still like myself, but maybe a ( Read more... )

Today I went to Mrs. Oldham's office and caled my dad. He came to check me out because I didn't want to take a test in AP World History. Teehee. Man, fucking school ( Read more... )

School is hard... I have to sleep on the floors!
Theatre is good. It's like getting to do something productive everyday--for FREE! Yay

I finished a book last night. The book and the story were excellent, the perspecive was genius. he book is called The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time and it is by Mark Haddon. Read it, or you're

My grandpa might say something like "When I was a kid, I only had to comit one social indecency, not TWO!"

Oh to have a crush... on a friend's little sister... who has a boyfriend...

fuck.