There is not enough time. I repeat, there is never, ever enough time. There are the things that I constantly dream about doing, but there is not enough time to do those things with all of the other things I, quote, must do. I want to sing. I want to speak. I want to write. But first, I have to go to college. I have to make something REAL out ( Read more... )

What follows are the journal entries I wrote on my trip. I hope you enjoy.

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John, we're leaving at like 1:30. Go ahead and order the ticket from www.emosaustin.com so I don't have the concern of the show being sold out. There's another person going, so gas should be fairly cheap. Yep.

I can remember my grandpa when I was five years old ( Read more... )

Kellye drew this for me. If any of you ladies match this, and aren't going to be in high school in three months, tell me. We can get married and have five kids. We can also sit on the front porch listening to country music and drinking tea. We could watch the sun rise and set. And be in love.

Oh, and sorry for not using a cut. I'm LJ retarded. ( Read more... )

Chris LeDoux died today. I'm am genuinely sad. He made country music fun for me again, and that's an excellent thing.

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I hate being naive. I hate thinking that things could actually go a desired way for once. How could I be so stupid? Maybe maturity comes with a price. I hope so. There's no reason to think like I do, and there's nothing in me, now that is, that understands why, to quote SoCo, I do these things I do to myself. I need to grow up.

Finally updating ( Read more... )

On Saturday, I saw Mates of State.

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