goodbye to you
did i ever write about the little excursion matty and i had a few weeks ago?? oh man, this is delayed.
so. matt calls me up, and decides that i'm going to go with him to chicago to see the lovely and talented Brooke Blary play. i had no objections to this. so he picks me up, and we start to make the long journey to the city. to make a long story short, it took us about 3 million hours to get there because brooke had problems with her guitar and we had to search far and wide for one she could borrow. but, matt and i had fun talking, and singing to the verve pipe's "freshman" at the top of our lungs. AND we had a discussion about abortion. exciting, i know. but the real fun did not start until the ride home.
matty, being the wonderful sweetheart he is, offered to help me write songs so i can get in the studio and record. we co-wrote a chorus for a 'hardcore' song. and it goes a little something like this: I HATE YOU, YOU BROKE MY HEART, I HOPE YOU DONT WAKE UP TOMORROW! BLLLAAAAAAAHHHHHH (blah signifies the sound of a banshee screaming) ok, so we weren't really serious. but it was funny none the less. we also wrote the typical emo song "i love you, you broke my heart, i cant stop crying wah wah wah" or something like that. i also graced matt with a sample of my 'hardcore scream voice' and i can so totally scream better than him. on the way home we also decided that we were hungry beyond reason, so we stopped at wendy's, and i schooled matt in eating. i totally had THREE orders of chicken nuggets and fries, while he only had a burger with fries and one order of chicken nuggets. but then i wanted to throw up because i ate too much. ha. matt says he likes hanging out with me because i laugh at all his stupid jokes. i laugh at everything and nothing, its so ridiculous.
i went to orientation today. wooohooo. i have to register for class tomorrow morning. i'm only going to have like.... one class on friday because i'll be dancing for 4 hours every friday.
i want to learn how to speak russian. or greek. or polish. or some random language that is relatively useless. i think i should take french though, i already know a bit of spanish, and french is a popular language. with my luck i wont be sent to a country that speaks french or spanish though. meh.
steven. come home. NOW! i need you!
so. matt calls me up, and decides that i'm going to go with him to chicago to see the lovely and talented Brooke Blary play. i had no objections to this. so he picks me up, and we start to make the long journey to the city. to make a long story short, it took us about 3 million hours to get there because brooke had problems with her guitar and we had to search far and wide for one she could borrow. but, matt and i had fun talking, and singing to the verve pipe's "freshman" at the top of our lungs. AND we had a discussion about abortion. exciting, i know. but the real fun did not start until the ride home.
matty, being the wonderful sweetheart he is, offered to help me write songs so i can get in the studio and record. we co-wrote a chorus for a 'hardcore' song. and it goes a little something like this: I HATE YOU, YOU BROKE MY HEART, I HOPE YOU DONT WAKE UP TOMORROW! BLLLAAAAAAAHHHHHH (blah signifies the sound of a banshee screaming) ok, so we weren't really serious. but it was funny none the less. we also wrote the typical emo song "i love you, you broke my heart, i cant stop crying wah wah wah" or something like that. i also graced matt with a sample of my 'hardcore scream voice' and i can so totally scream better than him. on the way home we also decided that we were hungry beyond reason, so we stopped at wendy's, and i schooled matt in eating. i totally had THREE orders of chicken nuggets and fries, while he only had a burger with fries and one order of chicken nuggets. but then i wanted to throw up because i ate too much. ha. matt says he likes hanging out with me because i laugh at all his stupid jokes. i laugh at everything and nothing, its so ridiculous.
i went to orientation today. wooohooo. i have to register for class tomorrow morning. i'm only going to have like.... one class on friday because i'll be dancing for 4 hours every friday.
i want to learn how to speak russian. or greek. or polish. or some random language that is relatively useless. i think i should take french though, i already know a bit of spanish, and french is a popular language. with my luck i wont be sent to a country that speaks french or spanish though. meh.
steven. come home. NOW! i need you!