WOW. Long day. I did well on my Alg. II final. I'm almost positive that this is what will be on my report card ( Read more... )

HITLER WAS A SENSITIVE MAN ( Read more... )

( H.R. Giger )

Misery Index show last night was incredible. Exitium played after a lame ass, white trash, untalented band called Blunt Force Trauma. I think it was the best I've ever seen them play. They were all very energized, and the new shit they've been writing sounds so much better, it's unbelievable. But they didn't sell any CDs, because half of the crowd ( Read more... )

Entrenched in a cult where you are assured that two and two is five
your twisted crosses and perverted religions cannot mask what is simply a holy war
of aryan penis envy learn to take your pride from the depths and not the surface.

I remember taking long walks with my father, the cool summer breeze rushing against my soft innocent skin. The world didn't hurt, it didn't shun me, it didn't sing the lonely and dreary hopeless songs of fear and artificial happiness. The old meshed with the new, and life seemed so long and safe. I was five years old, and I hadn't outgrown the ( Read more... )

A lot has been going on lately. Lots of school work. Lots of catching up to do. Must make satisfactory grades for the parents.

The show is this Tuesday. Woo.

Uhhh. Oh yeah, my mother got a digital camera for me, it should arrive in the mail within the next month. It's a Panasonic Handicam. It takes digital pictures, makes short films, and records ( Read more... )

WOW. Only took two fucking years for Jean to get the CDs finished. But it sounds incredible and looks so professional. Justin gave me a free copy earlier and it was well worth the wait. If anyone reads this, Exitium will be selling the CDs in a few days, so you can visit the website and contact them to get one. Or you can buy one at the next show ( Read more... )

Dad is still in Morocco. Comes home in a week maybe. Tomorrow I hit the road with the family for a weekend vacation and a Red Sox game. I've had a good day. I feel accomplished. I feel a bit tired. I've done all my homework, and I've fretted over all the pretty faces I could. The only thing that awaits me is a warm bed and a cat. Tomorrow I'll wake ( Read more... )

( Sir Brandog )