Who ever said that feelings go with age?
No one panic. I haven't died and arisen. Yea, its been one fuck of a long time since I posted. Maybe you animals will be satisfied with this. Arrgh. It feels good to type again. I feel the need to tell you guys that I will not be posting anymore, because I am giving this name to a friend. I am sure you wont mind, since I never post anyway. Anyway, let me lump up my life recently.
I've been a senior for a while, and already I'm slacking off horribly. My job at the cafe is dwindling, and I may quit at any time. School is getting worse and worse and I am probably clinically depressed. I am rotating my friends, unintentionally. Zabet and I broke up. I know we have dozens of times before, but fuck anything you're about to say to me. Seriously, I doubt any of you have anything remotely constructive or true to tell me. Sorry about the bluntness. She will still be moving in and Coda (our band) still exists. In fact that leads me to the next part of the story.
I am a bassist, and I had been the singer for Coda simply because Eliote and Zabet dinna want to. Zabet is the drummer and Eliote plays his guitar. However, Eliote and I recently met Zabets friend Jamie, from Pianos'n'stuff. Well, Jaime doesnt work there but apparently when Zabet took lessons there, so was Jamie, and so they talked and did stuff and such. So Zabet had been keeping her mystery-friend a secret for a while, for some reason (sex). But I guess recently Jamie got a license, so a car ride from Blawnox introduced us. Jamie, as it turns out, is a very good singer and also a really cool person. We, perhaps hastily, signed Jamie on as our singer, but a second guitarist is not entirely unappealing.
It's Jamie who I am giving this journal to, actually. I do so love you all still though, and maybe I'll post ev'ry occasionally, since I still have the password. Ahh.
Who loves me? I want at least five comments before I hand this thing over. I want a long comment that I will remember forever. If there is anyone out there who reads this that I dont know about, now is the time to profess your undying love for me. Any of you I do know about, show me some respect or something. Its like I'm dying here. Anyway, you know what comes next. There may be one more after this, then it's all Jaime's. I'll see y'all on the flipside.
Peace out
Nice DreamS
I've been a senior for a while, and already I'm slacking off horribly. My job at the cafe is dwindling, and I may quit at any time. School is getting worse and worse and I am probably clinically depressed. I am rotating my friends, unintentionally. Zabet and I broke up. I know we have dozens of times before, but fuck anything you're about to say to me. Seriously, I doubt any of you have anything remotely constructive or true to tell me. Sorry about the bluntness. She will still be moving in and Coda (our band) still exists. In fact that leads me to the next part of the story.
I am a bassist, and I had been the singer for Coda simply because Eliote and Zabet dinna want to. Zabet is the drummer and Eliote plays his guitar. However, Eliote and I recently met Zabets friend Jamie, from Pianos'n'stuff. Well, Jaime doesnt work there but apparently when Zabet took lessons there, so was Jamie, and so they talked and did stuff and such. So Zabet had been keeping her mystery-friend a secret for a while, for some reason (sex). But I guess recently Jamie got a license, so a car ride from Blawnox introduced us. Jamie, as it turns out, is a very good singer and also a really cool person. We, perhaps hastily, signed Jamie on as our singer, but a second guitarist is not entirely unappealing.
It's Jamie who I am giving this journal to, actually. I do so love you all still though, and maybe I'll post ev'ry occasionally, since I still have the password. Ahh.
Who loves me? I want at least five comments before I hand this thing over. I want a long comment that I will remember forever. If there is anyone out there who reads this that I dont know about, now is the time to profess your undying love for me. Any of you I do know about, show me some respect or something. Its like I'm dying here. Anyway, you know what comes next. There may be one more after this, then it's all Jaime's. I'll see y'all on the flipside.
Peace out
Nice DreamS