ivory lines BLEED
man. my parents and i had a HUGE fight. (started by william..lol)
after about a day and a half of no talking and bad looks, or just not being around, mom finally is cool with me and dad still won't talk to me.
i really don't know what I did wrong. They told my they're tired of my 'unproductive attitude'. o_O?
[I'm a straight A student, I excel in sports of all types, and in music, i clean the house, take care of my stuff, take care of my SELF, take care of my SISTER, work for my own money, half the time they don't even have to feed me, and i'm responsible. what should I say..I'm sorry]
That was just one of the arguments they used in crushing my esteem.
i guess i should get over my pride and talk to my dad first, but it's harder than it seems i guess. i know he's struggling with the same thought, me and him are like that together.
..i'm still in prison #2 by the way..controlled by the same jailer..or gaoler(if you prefer speech from charles dickens era or something)
i'll explain later when people can't look on my computer and read what i have written.
cough.
well, i decided to turn josh and james down..instead, me and phillip are starting something..so we actually invited THEM to join us. (thus giving us the power to vote certain members out). I think we're going with 'ivory' after my dad's old band..but maybe we can come up with something more creative. this thing isn't gonna go anywhere, i know that for a fact, but it'll give me a place to use more of my music..maybe develop my style of playing a little more. practice i guess.
it's just gonna be a good ol regular little garage band pouring their emotions in a microphone and out an amp. that's all.
ashley said i'm critical..am i critical?
going to see william dance the night away later this evening. it's gonna be good :), despite what his ho-teacher says. he does it to develop his muscles for hockey. man he plays awesome.
i wish i could leave, i'm sick of skirts every day...and hypochondriacs.
it's dark in here :X
time to go
[crossing my fingers to see you friday and saturday]
after about a day and a half of no talking and bad looks, or just not being around, mom finally is cool with me and dad still won't talk to me.
i really don't know what I did wrong. They told my they're tired of my 'unproductive attitude'. o_O?
[I'm a straight A student, I excel in sports of all types, and in music, i clean the house, take care of my stuff, take care of my SELF, take care of my SISTER, work for my own money, half the time they don't even have to feed me, and i'm responsible. what should I say..I'm sorry]
That was just one of the arguments they used in crushing my esteem.
i guess i should get over my pride and talk to my dad first, but it's harder than it seems i guess. i know he's struggling with the same thought, me and him are like that together.
..i'm still in prison #2 by the way..controlled by the same jailer..or gaoler(if you prefer speech from charles dickens era or something)
i'll explain later when people can't look on my computer and read what i have written.
cough.
well, i decided to turn josh and james down..instead, me and phillip are starting something..so we actually invited THEM to join us. (thus giving us the power to vote certain members out). I think we're going with 'ivory' after my dad's old band..but maybe we can come up with something more creative. this thing isn't gonna go anywhere, i know that for a fact, but it'll give me a place to use more of my music..maybe develop my style of playing a little more. practice i guess.
it's just gonna be a good ol regular little garage band pouring their emotions in a microphone and out an amp. that's all.
ashley said i'm critical..am i critical?
going to see william dance the night away later this evening. it's gonna be good :), despite what his ho-teacher says. he does it to develop his muscles for hockey. man he plays awesome.
i wish i could leave, i'm sick of skirts every day...and hypochondriacs.
it's dark in here :X
time to go
[crossing my fingers to see you friday and saturday]