What a great freaken day. The first one in kind of a while in fact. I am pysched for a bunch more of them. On books for the rest of the week : Jam with Fr. Ringley (should prove to be great music), Recording, My First Race In FOREVER!, Hangout With Sarah Sheffer (about friggen time), and FRISBEE!. Sounds good to me.

I AM WRITING IN MY FUCKING LIVE JOURNAL!

I AM DONE WRITING IN MY FUCKING LIVE JOURNAL!

FOR NOW......

i do not like graduation parties. they hold absolutly no meaning to me.

Jazz, real Jazz that needs no defining is what defines me right now. Or I'd like it to. For now, either way dosen't matter to most people, so it dosen't matter to me. All I know is that I want to be able to add to that huge mass of love and anguish, joy and sorrow, relief and anxiety, that is what we call Jazz. I want something I write that ( Read more... )

Shelton sucks

I am so sad.

It is Holy Thursday, I do not feel holy; or for that matter, I do not feel like Thursday either. In contrast, I feel like secular Friday.

I have been so busy. But it is ok because I now have 25 hundred more songs than four days ago because of a site called ruckus.com which now is my favorite site ever. Now I have to go to school.

I am back at school, so let the posting begin.

yes its true i slipped jumping off my car, landed on my back, elbow, and wrist and now think that my wrist may be broken. it is also true that i am very stupid.