hold on to your jihads...another meaningless entry.
It's junior year. Life's sole purpose is to live. Not to impress my neighbor, not to kill friendships over meaningless disputes on musical preference...
Now, with that said...my week. I've strayed dangerously close to old habits and finding them too shallow to even mention or write music about. I seem to be the only person around here with nothing to do and nothing to prove. I've already proven that I can't write music (stole my only song from Biggs)...and quite frankly, I have no means of trying. Now it seems that I have found nothing at all.
STATE OF THE ROMANS: SUMMER EDITION NEWS REPORT FROM THE DESK OF LORD BRADFORD, ROMAN HIERARCHY
Meet the Falcons: Huffman's overrated excuse to get off the couch and take pictures of athletes tripping and falling on the football field. The real business began afterwards when Lord Biggsicus, Lord Trawick, M.C. Fweeman and I [Lord Bradford] had the honor of swearing in Fair Sarah of Valley Commons as the seventh and final Roman. It brought tears of joy to my eyes. Perspective Romans to replace Fair Sarah upon her graduation and escape from high school are Sir Daniel Howard and _____________. This year and the next, we shall train prospects and current underclassmen-members the true ways of the Romans so that they may faithfully continue the tradition long after our eminent departure in 2007. May this flag motivate any and all Romans and Roman prospects to carry on and fight the good fight. Bradford out./
NOTHING IS SOUND: 31 days