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It's that special time of the biweekly or monthly or something like that time where I type on here because I'm bored or distressed and I'd really like to be truly emo and true to the accepted ways of lj and the ways things are, but then my friends wouldn't respect me, and we can't have any of that. My sister is a crazy fucking bitch, she calls her separate personality "pshycho bitch." She said she almost checked into a mental hospital. Yes, this is all over a boy because the relationship is all over, and he'd rather get high than be with her, and I'd rather be high than be with her because she is a psycho bitch. I'm saying this making an assumption that she'll read this and try to kick me in the balls. I'm only being fair.
These ten second bits and pieces in between the myspace buffering make me really enjoy the new fear before the march of flames song. I am constantly hearing new and exciting music in my head, and it frustrates me that I am not talented enough to get those sounds across on bass and guitar and toy keyboard, but I'm working on it. It used to always be words in my head, and I had always wanted to write a book and get it published. That is my goal to be published, I guess, and in a way, I guess that already happened with Missing Score because my lyrics got published and such, and I'm proud of them, but I'm talking something novel length. But I don't think I like writing so much anymore, and I only seem to really do it here when I rant and rave and try to entertain Dave, though he shouldn't need to be entertained at the moment he probably isn't responding to my IMs because he's doing it, his wife in town and all, but when it comes to having interesting ideas for stories, etc, nothing comes. Maybe music will be where it's at next, but that means that I just can't sit around on my ass all day. I tried to get up and move around but I sprained my ankle.
These ten second bits and pieces in between the myspace buffering make me really enjoy the new fear before the march of flames song. I am constantly hearing new and exciting music in my head, and it frustrates me that I am not talented enough to get those sounds across on bass and guitar and toy keyboard, but I'm working on it. It used to always be words in my head, and I had always wanted to write a book and get it published. That is my goal to be published, I guess, and in a way, I guess that already happened with Missing Score because my lyrics got published and such, and I'm proud of them, but I'm talking something novel length. But I don't think I like writing so much anymore, and I only seem to really do it here when I rant and rave and try to entertain Dave, though he shouldn't need to be entertained at the moment he probably isn't responding to my IMs because he's doing it, his wife in town and all, but when it comes to having interesting ideas for stories, etc, nothing comes. Maybe music will be where it's at next, but that means that I just can't sit around on my ass all day. I tried to get up and move around but I sprained my ankle.