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Chad VanGaalen's okay. The cd was different than I expected. I have to stop setting such high expectations. I got Spank Rock. Gahhh. That's the single word that can describe my hateful reaction to it. Murs is pretty damn good though, that's a keeper. I haven't even bothered checking out the Walkmen. And I still need to check out Josh Rouse. The only song I've heard of his was in Vanilla Sky, "Directions," and that's a damn good song. The lyrics are fucking brilliant. And he's a damn good acoustic player. I know I've already expressed how much I like the Good Life. But, my god. I just sat through Black Out all the way through, and listened to it, and realized that Tim Kasher is a fucking genius. Sure, I guess I knew that before, but I can't get enough of his fucking lyrics, and his amazing songs, and just everything. He's so amazing that he makes me say 'fucking' more than I usually would.
In other news, I guess I've made some mistakes this summer. And there's nothing I can do now. There's no use in getting all mopey about them either like I have been trying to for the past few days.
Damn, I can't wait to get the documented John Tucker day in here. (How's that for a quick topic change?) I'll have to start ragging on Stephanie for those photos. Yes, I said photos. I bet you really can't wait now.
Mr. Edminton bit my thumb nail. I got so desperate on how to warm up to her that I went to a fucking hamster forum. A HAMSTER forum. How low will I go to try and connect with this ball of fur? Maybe it's not that low. Sorry if I've offended any readers out there who have gone on a hamster/rodent forum before. But, come on. I need to face the truth: I am not good with small things that piss while I pet them. I'd rather just make her fat and watch her crawl around her cage.
My goal is to make this entry painfully long. I wonder if anyone will actually read it all the way through.
I keep on looking at my clay chocobo that I made in art class a few years back. It's the best thing I've ever made. I mean, not to brag, but I am so fucking talented. You can just call me Van Gogh! Lol, jk jk. N E Wayz, the reason I mentioned this adorable and fucking amazing chocobo is that I wanted to point out the fact that I used to pronounce chocobo wrong. I didn't say 'bo' but instead insisted on saying 'boo'...why? I don't know. I'm so glad I finally got that embarassing secret out in the open.
Thnx for lisn'n to my lyfe. I 'presiate it. Ttylz.
In other news, I guess I've made some mistakes this summer. And there's nothing I can do now. There's no use in getting all mopey about them either like I have been trying to for the past few days.
Damn, I can't wait to get the documented John Tucker day in here. (How's that for a quick topic change?) I'll have to start ragging on Stephanie for those photos. Yes, I said photos. I bet you really can't wait now.
Mr. Edminton bit my thumb nail. I got so desperate on how to warm up to her that I went to a fucking hamster forum. A HAMSTER forum. How low will I go to try and connect with this ball of fur? Maybe it's not that low. Sorry if I've offended any readers out there who have gone on a hamster/rodent forum before. But, come on. I need to face the truth: I am not good with small things that piss while I pet them. I'd rather just make her fat and watch her crawl around her cage.
My goal is to make this entry painfully long. I wonder if anyone will actually read it all the way through.
I keep on looking at my clay chocobo that I made in art class a few years back. It's the best thing I've ever made. I mean, not to brag, but I am so fucking talented. You can just call me Van Gogh! Lol, jk jk. N E Wayz, the reason I mentioned this adorable and fucking amazing chocobo is that I wanted to point out the fact that I used to pronounce chocobo wrong. I didn't say 'bo' but instead insisted on saying 'boo'...why? I don't know. I'm so glad I finally got that embarassing secret out in the open.
Thnx for lisn'n to my lyfe. I 'presiate it. Ttylz.