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hello from somewhere in nowhere.
crazyness? where? over there, by my mom. so she got mad at me today for not picking up the dog shit in the morning when she called and told me to. i honestly forgot to do it. but when she got home i did it. that wasn't enough for her, she felt like she needed to punish me for this type of behavior (not doing things she tells me to right a way), so she told me to come home at 11. ironically, when i get home she's asleep. my moms funny. i don't argue with her, but she gets mad when i don't say anything. anything i would say to her would be in some type of argumentative form, at least in an attempt to tell her my side. oh well. i gave up a while ago
i don't know what else to say tonight, i feel like a little kid who is still dependent his parents when i rant about this meaningless,boring,mundane shit.
it seems like my brain gets in a rut sometimes and i just can't really think of anything to say, write, express. its weird. maybe i'm just tired, or haven't practiced writing much. the later is obvious in my essay i just wrote for school. i wish everything could be expressed clearly in ra-ra-ra-rhythmic patterns, rimshots, down beat bass hits, 8th note ride patterns, it sucks because everything seems so simpler in music, more pure and great.
the fugees are tight.
the new atmosphere stuff is different but has some very good stuff. different in nice aspect by the way.
oh god i can't wait until this band records! i cant wait for justin's room to get sound proofed,can't wait for everyone to enjoy this music as much as i. and to have everyone singing our songs at shows.
as you read this your head is teeering off its axis, and will soon spin out of control.
crimethinc books rock. totally awsome, such a fresh & different take on life.
14 year old girls being the only kids at gilman, a silly fun time.
ok time to retire to save what's left of this good fire.
crazyness? where? over there, by my mom. so she got mad at me today for not picking up the dog shit in the morning when she called and told me to. i honestly forgot to do it. but when she got home i did it. that wasn't enough for her, she felt like she needed to punish me for this type of behavior (not doing things she tells me to right a way), so she told me to come home at 11. ironically, when i get home she's asleep. my moms funny. i don't argue with her, but she gets mad when i don't say anything. anything i would say to her would be in some type of argumentative form, at least in an attempt to tell her my side. oh well. i gave up a while ago
i don't know what else to say tonight, i feel like a little kid who is still dependent his parents when i rant about this meaningless,boring,mundane shit.
it seems like my brain gets in a rut sometimes and i just can't really think of anything to say, write, express. its weird. maybe i'm just tired, or haven't practiced writing much. the later is obvious in my essay i just wrote for school. i wish everything could be expressed clearly in ra-ra-ra-rhythmic patterns, rimshots, down beat bass hits, 8th note ride patterns, it sucks because everything seems so simpler in music, more pure and great.
the fugees are tight.
the new atmosphere stuff is different but has some very good stuff. different in nice aspect by the way.
oh god i can't wait until this band records! i cant wait for justin's room to get sound proofed,can't wait for everyone to enjoy this music as much as i. and to have everyone singing our songs at shows.
as you read this your head is teeering off its axis, and will soon spin out of control.
crimethinc books rock. totally awsome, such a fresh & different take on life.
14 year old girls being the only kids at gilman, a silly fun time.
ok time to retire to save what's left of this good fire.