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My audition is tomorrow. I just took some Melatonin that should kick in in about an hour. I better smoke a cigarette before I get too tired.
Went to Mikel's show tonight. He does a really good job, always. I like the band's sound but, well, there actually is no but. It is just refreshing sound. It's like Listerine for the ears. Hurts at first but you don't feel like everyone is judging you for your bad smelling music anymore.
Well Well Well, isn't this ackward. I keep finding reasons to hate Trenton. He backs out of the apartment, and on the way to the show he picks up a bottle of 151. This is probably a good thing that he doesn't move in, because he might have to *GasP* cut back on his alcohol. I should comend him for being able to fucking jump into the deep end and head right for the bottom. That takes balls. Or a lack of how deep the bottom is.
I have way too much shit to do this weekend and no determination to do it. Teen Angst, damnit. I just wanna hang out with my friends until I pass out. Then I wanna wake up, and go play music so everyone will stop fucking asking me what I've been doing lately. I need a drummer!!! And I need the guitar player to come back from Europe. Brian and I can't do this on our own. Well, maybe we can, but it wouldn't be what we want. We want to be a 4 piece band that rocks socks. Instead we are a shitty guitar player and an in-the-process singer who keep trying to write sad songs.
I don't know how everything is going to go, tomorrow. I keep having grandiose ideas of them telling me that I am amazing but I need work :) I also believe that some gorgeous hippie girl will come up to me afterward and tell me she thought I was amazing and that we should go back to her apartment where I will begin to feel ackward when we become romantic and she will assure me that everything is ok. We will make out, then I will realize that I need to be back home in time to go to work. I'll go to work and everything will be amazing because I just made out with a gorgeous hippie girl. I will then somehow get ahold of some Marijuana and smoke just a little bit. She will call me and I will be high and she will say that she is coming down to....ok thats enough. I didn't start with ideas that large. I really just had the idea of the hot hippie girl.
P.S. She hasn't combed her hair in 4 days and she doesn't know who the seahawks are.
Went to Mikel's show tonight. He does a really good job, always. I like the band's sound but, well, there actually is no but. It is just refreshing sound. It's like Listerine for the ears. Hurts at first but you don't feel like everyone is judging you for your bad smelling music anymore.
Well Well Well, isn't this ackward. I keep finding reasons to hate Trenton. He backs out of the apartment, and on the way to the show he picks up a bottle of 151. This is probably a good thing that he doesn't move in, because he might have to *GasP* cut back on his alcohol. I should comend him for being able to fucking jump into the deep end and head right for the bottom. That takes balls. Or a lack of how deep the bottom is.
I have way too much shit to do this weekend and no determination to do it. Teen Angst, damnit. I just wanna hang out with my friends until I pass out. Then I wanna wake up, and go play music so everyone will stop fucking asking me what I've been doing lately. I need a drummer!!! And I need the guitar player to come back from Europe. Brian and I can't do this on our own. Well, maybe we can, but it wouldn't be what we want. We want to be a 4 piece band that rocks socks. Instead we are a shitty guitar player and an in-the-process singer who keep trying to write sad songs.
I don't know how everything is going to go, tomorrow. I keep having grandiose ideas of them telling me that I am amazing but I need work :) I also believe that some gorgeous hippie girl will come up to me afterward and tell me she thought I was amazing and that we should go back to her apartment where I will begin to feel ackward when we become romantic and she will assure me that everything is ok. We will make out, then I will realize that I need to be back home in time to go to work. I'll go to work and everything will be amazing because I just made out with a gorgeous hippie girl. I will then somehow get ahold of some Marijuana and smoke just a little bit. She will call me and I will be high and she will say that she is coming down to....ok thats enough. I didn't start with ideas that large. I really just had the idea of the hot hippie girl.
P.S. She hasn't combed her hair in 4 days and she doesn't know who the seahawks are.