What Comes Is Better Than What Came Before.
So aside from quizzes, I haven't really updated in a while. Who cares anyway right? Well, I can't figure out how to write my essay so here we go, a journey and exploration of the livejournal :
I've been writing a lot lately. Songs I mean. Just getting a million things out on paper. Or screen. What have you. It's been grand. Except I don't know how to make them sound good. I need a piano now.
Speaking of which, I bought the guitar on the ol' credit card, which will be payed off by May. And then, Piano time. It's a great guitar though, I love it. Very sexy, very smooth, very smooth and sexy and smooth. Just like the Victoria's Secret Christmas 2005 TV Ads (sexy smooth).
I've been working out a lot lately too. Yes, at the gym. I know, I know, I don't do shit like that. But, I do now. And, I think it's working.
What else, what else... It appears to me, and now you, that now that I've begun to update I have nothing to say. So much for attempting a complete train of thoughts, eh Kt Morales? I guess that's something to say, I've become almost completely and utterly daft. As it were. Which, should make this paper writing interesting. Depending on the hour, I can either write very eloquently, or not at all.
I feel obligated to write something Kt wouldn't already know so she'll get as much out of this unnecessary update as all ya'alls. But, that might be impossible. At least appropriate for what I'd put on this screen. Hmm... Oh! I think I'll probably do the summer show. If, if, the ultrasound guy allows it and says hernea surgery is not immediately necessary. Because apparently with surgery I won't be allowed to sing, run, or dance like a spaz for at least a month. Can't work out for two. So I'll be a fat, creatively frustrated, wallflower all summer? Haha Fuck that.
Bye.
"You Americans talk so fucking differently then we Brits. I mean, we speak the same bloody language. For instance, you say: Erb. We say: Herb. Because there's a fucking H in it."
I've been writing a lot lately. Songs I mean. Just getting a million things out on paper. Or screen. What have you. It's been grand. Except I don't know how to make them sound good. I need a piano now.
Speaking of which, I bought the guitar on the ol' credit card, which will be payed off by May. And then, Piano time. It's a great guitar though, I love it. Very sexy, very smooth, very smooth and sexy and smooth. Just like the Victoria's Secret Christmas 2005 TV Ads (sexy smooth).
I've been working out a lot lately too. Yes, at the gym. I know, I know, I don't do shit like that. But, I do now. And, I think it's working.
What else, what else... It appears to me, and now you, that now that I've begun to update I have nothing to say. So much for attempting a complete train of thoughts, eh Kt Morales? I guess that's something to say, I've become almost completely and utterly daft. As it were. Which, should make this paper writing interesting. Depending on the hour, I can either write very eloquently, or not at all.
I feel obligated to write something Kt wouldn't already know so she'll get as much out of this unnecessary update as all ya'alls. But, that might be impossible. At least appropriate for what I'd put on this screen. Hmm... Oh! I think I'll probably do the summer show. If, if, the ultrasound guy allows it and says hernea surgery is not immediately necessary. Because apparently with surgery I won't be allowed to sing, run, or dance like a spaz for at least a month. Can't work out for two. So I'll be a fat, creatively frustrated, wallflower all summer? Haha Fuck that.
Bye.
"You Americans talk so fucking differently then we Brits. I mean, we speak the same bloody language. For instance, you say: Erb. We say: Herb. Because there's a fucking H in it."