Ian Smith
Mrs. Miller - Period 1
February 29, 2004

The Great Gatsby - Chapter X

THE DAY I RETURNED HOME is a day that has become at once difficult to remember and impossible to forget. I had come to New York to learn the bond business, to make a name for myself and to partake in the lavish and majestic lifestyle that could only be attained in a ( Read more... )

Made a new layout on my sick day. It's definitely Hail to the Thief inspired.

This is a good thing.

I'm officially in the worst position a guitarist could be in.

I was restringing my acoustic, when I saw that my low E had it's coiling unwound, rendering the string completely useless.

Fuck.

I went to restring my electric, when I realized that I had no idea where my strings are.

Double fuck.

Now I have no guitars to play. Life is cruel.

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OK, so I'm working on a mix CD of groove/chill music; slow songs with heavy basslines. Stuff that brings you into a sort of relaxing trance. What I have so far is ( Read more... )

OK, Requiem for a Dream has convinced me that doing drugs is never a good idea, under any circumstances. Goddamn, that movie makes you feel like shit for the simple fact that you're alive. It makes me sad. Not sad like I was after I watched Donnie Darko. A different kind of sad ( Read more... )

1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it ( Read more... )

I just spent the last 15 minutes head-banging like a mad man.

My neck really hurts. I don't think it wants to work anymore. I can't even keep my head straight...

METAL

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