Make Yourself eh? Why dont you fucking break yourself!!
two clicks from one mind
i.e. I have two dear diaries to make your head spin your mind frazzle and your inner ears bleed with anticipation
ONE
the god damned summer has finally fled and I think I shall weep. this means Im back to.. dare I say it.. responsibility. le shock! le horror!
anyway, this year will be utterly insane. first off I looooove my journalism class. I came in as a staff writter and within a month BOOM! I have my own fucking column writting about the local band scene and such...it was fantastical! however, now everyone that was previously in the class has fled to college or the new highschool that just opened up.. leaving me the only "non-rookie" leaving me the only potential editor. this is great for college Aps... however I already have an AP euro class that requires 2 hours every night of homework.. if not more add that to the usual 3 an editor spends after school and I have social suicide. I hope I can pull it off and make out with a life but eh I have a feeling Im set out to fail my entire softmore year... Im smart yes, but a damn good procrastinator...eh life goes on. anyway.... I think I might get a job as well. my first job. working all day saterday and also sunday.. at el polo loco.. woopee on top of that Im mastering a project with kim in the disguise of a community service project. we are rallying the town to fix up an abondoned park.. however the money we raise will fix up the park into a public auditorium.. equiped with lights, cameras and once I master the geetar... action. plus colleges love all that reovation.. beautify the world and such thing. which is good. but I just want a place to play. then all the bands that play at the stage and well all the local bands in our county actualy, will be written up in me and kims very own magazine..... we are finally staring a zine as well as a website... horrah ooh yes and I will also be writting for an other music zine thats been around for ages.. I forget the name but theyd like me to write.. for free but nonetheless get my name out there... Im incredibly excited
*Ill be the 1st softmore editor
*finally have a god damned job
*have my own zine
*create my own ampitheatre
*and write for an underground paper
gee golly Im auspicious
TWO
I had the most raaadical dream the other night. I was up in London visiting Jamie adn we had decided to go see me without you in concert.... now then I warned him ahead of time that shows are my chance to really release and I get quite emotional.. I dance, sing, leap, prance.. god knows what else. he laughed and didnt believe me. so further into the show I reach my happy place and decided to strut my stuff in da pit. however some big guy in teenie tiny pants decided to place his hand out and scream "no clit in the pit" so as usual I let my temper get to me and I kicked him as hard as I could in the ballos adn threw a punch in his gut. then I screamed "NO FUCKING CLIT IN THE PIT, EH? Just what the fuck do you think Im gunna do? Get my period and ruin your little mosh pit??? This is a god damned free country. not just free for oversized men in little boys pants. You wish you had a fucking pussy bitch!" Then I yelled for him to "dance dollface" and we proceeded to have our own little dance war.. throwing arms and fists and having a typical mosh-a-rino. needless to say I kicked my legs while dancing and managed to snag a couple "in his area" after a couple songs I had him on the floor holdiong his crotch and squealing. from there I told him that it serves him right for ever trying to put anyone below him not nessicarily just women but any race or any deformatiy.. I gave him my typical 5 minute speech about how difference is a good thing and how without it we'd all be bored as fuck... blap blap blap and then I gave him my had to pick him up. with that the pit was officially co-ed till the end of the show and Jamie learned to believe me when I said that I had a wild side.
As far fetched as dreams typically are... I cant help but think that this one is faaar to like me.. except in the real world I would probably wind up bruised and naked in a dump somewhere.
anyway, Ive written far to much already adn doubt that anyone will truely read all of this and still keep their right mind intact. so for now
aur revoir
and....
da da da dance dollface
xoxo