i've been between myself for days...
"It's like the mist is what's pretty, y'know? All gold and silver..."
"Mmhmm..."
"Too bad it can't stay like that all the time"
"...Nothing gold can stay..."
- 'The Outsiders' (great movie)
I believe i'm going on an adventure with Brettney tonight. I told my parents that I was going to the Drama rehearsal. My god, are they gullible... Heh. Maybe I lie to them too much... Nah, otherwise I would be here every day of my life. But yeah, I also got $5 outta my mom. Not a bad deal. I get to grab some Burger King, for the first time in months.
Katie's coming in almost a week. I can't wait to see her, though it won't be for very long. Me and her go back a while, and then she moved, right when we got as close as we are now. I hope she has a good time here. Certain people are going to ruin her time here; I can feel it. A couple are meaning to do it, but there are others whom aren't. I won't name any names, because, to my knowledge, they read my livejournal. But it's not fair that Katie comes 1200 miles to see Maine and everything about it that she loves, and there are people who want to ruin it for her. All I can say is that I hope everything goes well, and she gets a good grasp on what she has, through the distance.
So appearantly, I'm in a band. It's me, Nick, Molly and some kid named Andre. He's supposed to be really really good on the guitar, and Molly and Nick are picking up bass and drums pretty quickly. I feel sorta dumb, because I can't really play guitar very well, but I'm supposed to play backup with my non-eletric acoustic that my instructor loaned to me. Actually, it's Adam Kundishora's old guitar. I'm kinda picking it up, but I can't learn anything for myself. The only thing I can play (and I'm not really good at it) is "Hard To Explain" by The Strokes. That's my most recent discovery. Tabs suck, chords suck, rhythms suck. Plucking is fun, though. Something tells me I should be playing bass. Or just doing vocals. I dunno. I can't really sing for shit, so I'm gonna have to converse with Molly, Nick and Andre about my options.
"Sarinade me; I'm interested in what you have been putting so much time into lately." -my mom
"I'm not really good." -me
"I'm sure you're great. Just play." -my mom
"Alright..."- me
*slowly plays the chords to "Someday" by The Strokes, slaughtering it*
"You're...um, great." -my mom
I'm set to be Mr. SoPo at the pep rally next Friday, or something like that. Me and Abby Levis get to make asses of ourselves in front of the entire student body. That should be interesting. Cartwheels and funny costumes with Abby. I'm there. (Anyone from Memorial remember our little clown thing at the band concert? Think those thoughts...)
I just talked to Brettney, and we're gonna go at around twenty passed 5. This should be fun... *mischevious grin*
I didn't take no shortcuts
I spent the money that I saved up
Oh momma, you're runnin' out of luck
You're like my sister; you don't give a fuck
"Mmhmm..."
"Too bad it can't stay like that all the time"
"...Nothing gold can stay..."
- 'The Outsiders' (great movie)
I believe i'm going on an adventure with Brettney tonight. I told my parents that I was going to the Drama rehearsal. My god, are they gullible... Heh. Maybe I lie to them too much... Nah, otherwise I would be here every day of my life. But yeah, I also got $5 outta my mom. Not a bad deal. I get to grab some Burger King, for the first time in months.
Katie's coming in almost a week. I can't wait to see her, though it won't be for very long. Me and her go back a while, and then she moved, right when we got as close as we are now. I hope she has a good time here. Certain people are going to ruin her time here; I can feel it. A couple are meaning to do it, but there are others whom aren't. I won't name any names, because, to my knowledge, they read my livejournal. But it's not fair that Katie comes 1200 miles to see Maine and everything about it that she loves, and there are people who want to ruin it for her. All I can say is that I hope everything goes well, and she gets a good grasp on what she has, through the distance.
So appearantly, I'm in a band. It's me, Nick, Molly and some kid named Andre. He's supposed to be really really good on the guitar, and Molly and Nick are picking up bass and drums pretty quickly. I feel sorta dumb, because I can't really play guitar very well, but I'm supposed to play backup with my non-eletric acoustic that my instructor loaned to me. Actually, it's Adam Kundishora's old guitar. I'm kinda picking it up, but I can't learn anything for myself. The only thing I can play (and I'm not really good at it) is "Hard To Explain" by The Strokes. That's my most recent discovery. Tabs suck, chords suck, rhythms suck. Plucking is fun, though. Something tells me I should be playing bass. Or just doing vocals. I dunno. I can't really sing for shit, so I'm gonna have to converse with Molly, Nick and Andre about my options.
"Sarinade me; I'm interested in what you have been putting so much time into lately." -my mom
"I'm not really good." -me
"I'm sure you're great. Just play." -my mom
"Alright..."- me
*slowly plays the chords to "Someday" by The Strokes, slaughtering it*
"You're...um, great." -my mom
I'm set to be Mr. SoPo at the pep rally next Friday, or something like that. Me and Abby Levis get to make asses of ourselves in front of the entire student body. That should be interesting. Cartwheels and funny costumes with Abby. I'm there. (Anyone from Memorial remember our little clown thing at the band concert? Think those thoughts...)
I just talked to Brettney, and we're gonna go at around twenty passed 5. This should be fun... *mischevious grin*
I didn't take no shortcuts
I spent the money that I saved up
Oh momma, you're runnin' out of luck
You're like my sister; you don't give a fuck