fucking haircut. it looks like a really really bad version of the beatles. and its too short. i know this because my eyesight is not obstructed by hair. oh well. hair grows, right?

on a happier note, i leave for New York in like, two days. yay extra long spring break. *does happy dance with an atroscious haricut*

how should i dress up for bogus ball? post. now.

anyone know any sick techno?

ska is dead 2 show is on the day of my band concert. fuck. not cool. no live ska for me.

ha. i got a new icon. its like shopping

fuck you ian, you pansy bitch. jesus, nothing against him, but damn is that kid unreliable. well, he chickened out on me. now theres no whiskey rebels for Mo. damn it. i feel like breaking something. and there goes my feree time for the weekend. see ya everybody!

not much is going on. sammis back! hip hip huzzah! yea, not much else. if you find me beaten and bloody on saturday, itt means i had fun at the whiskey rebel concert.

grow up people. learn how to solve your problems instead of finding temporary ways of ignoring them. its better that way, trust me

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