Being an indie kid sure does have its drawbacks... especially if you're cheap. It's damn near impossible to find the music that I want. Anyone know where I can find American Analog Set albums? How about Modeskeletor - "hello mom!"? Albums are just getting ridiculous. The stuff I like is just too rare. Why don't more people like indie music ( Read more... )

I don't really like this. I love it. I hate it. I'm confused.

On a side note, I'm starting a religion dedicated to Jimi Hendrix. Any one wanna join? You can be Second High Priest(ess ( Read more... )

It's nineteen sixty-nine in my head.I've been living in the sixties for a few days now. To be fair, I've also been living in the early to mid 70s too, but mostly the the years 67-71. I want to create a time machine, leap into it and stop Jimi from drinking, and Janice and Jim from shooting up. Possibly, I'm stop Brian from going home that night, ( Read more... )

Hello again world. Greetings from the University of California at Santa Barbara campus, overlooking it from the third floor of South Hall. I've got a great view of the mountains and skateboarders beneath. Thought I might just say a few words about myself ( Read more... )

I'm sure back home they'd love to see it ( Read more... )

It's now the middle of June. About three or four months ago I became a vegetarian. I like being one, but the more I look for reasons to sustain vegetarianism the more it seems pointless. I have finally reached the point in which I know that I'm doing it merely to be stubborn (rather than to boycott the vicious meat industry, because my peaceful ( Read more... )

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Balkan Beat Box rocks my socks off.

Mary's staying with us because her parents are douches.

Lost the hearing in one ear. It started bleeding last night. The hearing's back.

Nervous about the future.

I miss him.

That's all.

Sometimes I blink slowly to take in the small amount of light and defocus my world. I see traces follow principal objects and release control of my thoughts. I often forget where reality ends and imagination begins. Perhaps imagination is not the proper word, for it carries with it a sense of intentionality, a sense of purpose. That is not it at ( Read more... )

I'm really burned out on school, I think. I can't wait until summer. After all that shit happened I had to suck it up and go on with life and school didn't wait for me to recuperate, not that I expected it to. But now I'm finding myself doing things that I would never otherwise find myself doing. I'm in Baton Rouge at my parents house. I came home ( Read more... )