Parties are my friends. Unless they have herpes. Then fuck em.
Let me be frank with you. I am..... not myself right now.
Geneva is a crazy ass place when its dark. Like seriously, I got lost. Well, maybe not lost, but definitley confused. In fact, its 2:55am and I am extremely confused. I sort of remember coming home, but it's all quite hazy. I remember Jimmy and I were followed by a black cat, and then saw a skunk on the other side of the road.
I think, and hope these things actually happened. Otherwise... there is something horribly horribly wrong with oh my god I forgot to go to sleep, and now I probably will be woken up by my parents and scolded for coming home so god damn late. God dammit I dont want to get yelled at. It just makes ya feel down, yano? Your day could be going swimmingly. You could have just won a local trout derby by catching the biggest trout east of the mississippi, and then found a diamond ring in the trout's mouth... but....when your parents start bitching and pissing and moaning...you just feel down. Yano?
Chains were meant to be broken. They were also meant to bind peasants. But thats another story. We'll call that... "Thumbelina."
So yeah, I'm definitley nervous about getting yelled at......... i'd ask for all of your support.... but you hate me.... all of you... and would never wish me luck on not getting beaten with lead pipes and quaker honey bunches of oats.
Oh our show was sweet. I mean, technically, we made a lot of mistakes - however - thanks to Justin Bryant, we got a mosh pit going. That made my day. That made my week. Well, I dont know if it actually made my week because my week isn't quite over yet. Something insanely bizarre and mysterious could happen today or tomorrow.... thus, making my week. However! As of this moment in time, the mosh pit made my week. This is only temporary. Check back on monday for the final results.
Oh, and Lauren Wilsey, this is my apology for not mentioning you in a previous entry when I talked about the play. I'm incredibly sorry and ashamed that I forgot you. And I swear, fair maiden, that in no way will you ever be forgotten again. Again. Again. Thats a neat word. Great Job in the play that is now long over... heh... im late like a pregnant woman's period. When periods are late do they act like people who are late? All flustered, sweaty, and out of breath? Maybe....the period was late because he was cheating on his girlfriend with a shadowy mistress who......im personifying periods... why the fuck am I doing this? I am embarassed. But I will not delete it.
I should go to bed but I wont. Not now. There is too much to stay awake for. Like... owls.
Hasta La Vista..... or in non-puerto rican... Bye Bye you sick motherfucking gym sock.
Geneva is a crazy ass place when its dark. Like seriously, I got lost. Well, maybe not lost, but definitley confused. In fact, its 2:55am and I am extremely confused. I sort of remember coming home, but it's all quite hazy. I remember Jimmy and I were followed by a black cat, and then saw a skunk on the other side of the road.
I think, and hope these things actually happened. Otherwise... there is something horribly horribly wrong with oh my god I forgot to go to sleep, and now I probably will be woken up by my parents and scolded for coming home so god damn late. God dammit I dont want to get yelled at. It just makes ya feel down, yano? Your day could be going swimmingly. You could have just won a local trout derby by catching the biggest trout east of the mississippi, and then found a diamond ring in the trout's mouth... but....when your parents start bitching and pissing and moaning...you just feel down. Yano?
Chains were meant to be broken. They were also meant to bind peasants. But thats another story. We'll call that... "Thumbelina."
So yeah, I'm definitley nervous about getting yelled at......... i'd ask for all of your support.... but you hate me.... all of you... and would never wish me luck on not getting beaten with lead pipes and quaker honey bunches of oats.
Oh our show was sweet. I mean, technically, we made a lot of mistakes - however - thanks to Justin Bryant, we got a mosh pit going. That made my day. That made my week. Well, I dont know if it actually made my week because my week isn't quite over yet. Something insanely bizarre and mysterious could happen today or tomorrow.... thus, making my week. However! As of this moment in time, the mosh pit made my week. This is only temporary. Check back on monday for the final results.
Oh, and Lauren Wilsey, this is my apology for not mentioning you in a previous entry when I talked about the play. I'm incredibly sorry and ashamed that I forgot you. And I swear, fair maiden, that in no way will you ever be forgotten again. Again. Again. Thats a neat word. Great Job in the play that is now long over... heh... im late like a pregnant woman's period. When periods are late do they act like people who are late? All flustered, sweaty, and out of breath? Maybe....the period was late because he was cheating on his girlfriend with a shadowy mistress who......im personifying periods... why the fuck am I doing this? I am embarassed. But I will not delete it.
I should go to bed but I wont. Not now. There is too much to stay awake for. Like... owls.
Hasta La Vista..... or in non-puerto rican... Bye Bye you sick motherfucking gym sock.