I want to jam real bad. I can never get ahold of John, but Joseph plays bass and we will jam. Joseph is actually a pretty cool guy. I actually kinda want to start a completely new band, all separate from Coldcreek. I think Joseph might help me on Coldcreek though, and with him I could maybe even play live showd for Coldcreek. Anyway. So yeah ( Read more... )

So I've been working at school all week. I'm officially a techie. Well, technically I'm a sound technician. A little higher up than a general techie. I like it. It's some to do that has a finished product. I get to accomplish something. Plus... I get good stuff for my college application just by sitting and playing my computer audio software ( Read more... )

Today was my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary.
Fifty years is a long damn time.

Actually, I believe it was a contraction of the words "butt" and "fuck." Interesting ( Read more... )

Art is hard. I have so many ideas, but I suck at forming them into a song. I need someone to actually play with me...

You know like... ahem, ahhgh, like JOHN HINER
who never calls me when he has free time... but, you know.
But dang, I love music so much and I spend so much time at it so, why can't I get my shit together?

So what do you do
When your heart's not where your body is?

Now I'm no scholar, (even though I am more intelligent than most people) but there was a time when important information was distributed quickly and wisely. In fact, in that time, mankind had built an elaborate, extensive networking system for exactly that purpose: the internet. Even before that, there were telephones, and before that, everyone ( Read more... )

So, I've been good, right? School sucks. I'm failing English hardcore and I have bad grades in Chemistry and Spanish as well. I have so much shit to do. Ugh. And of course, just to be a bastard, my locker is jammed and only opens about half of the time ( Read more... )

There's no fuel shortage,
it's just that the hurricane has blocked off the transportation (ships) from delivering oil from oceanic rigs and South America (that's right, South America, you ignorant fuck, that's where we get most of our gas from). This in itself is not a problem at all, as ships are already running between here and there again. The ( Read more... )

I wrote the poem that I promised, but it's a bit long and I hate type copying. So, if you are that interested in it, call me and I'll read it to you. Yeah, so, if anyone calls me about that I'll think you're a loser and that you need to get a life ( Read more... )