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This is the last update for awhile. I am sick of this shit and what have you. I don't know, here's what's on my mind:
Ok, the show sucked. Moonshine bored the piss out of me. I mean, no disrespect to the guys, they're actually going out and making a band, doing shows. But at least do some cooler music. My band, Rodilico, sucked. I mean, for starters, John would not do the intro with hanging tough, which killed all my ambitions for the show. Art school sucked, Cheat was good until the end and the drums were sliding all over the place (come on Temple crew, where the fuck was the drum mats?). So, we didn't do that well, but I am in no way mad at my band members, they're the best bunch of guys a band could have. Oh yeah, and some prick slammed into John's PA head and knocked it over after doing those fucking stupid mosh moves. The ska band was..well...ska. Pat and I hardcore moshed during it, which upset people I guess. Whatever. I can fucking hardcore dance where and when I please. I mean, you honestly can't mosh to our version of Art School, but people did. So, please, be happy people were dancing in genreal. And some kid named Travis kicked my knee during the show and I've been walking with a gimp for the past three days. So fuck all those damn little kids. And,were'nt we supposed to get paid for the show? If so, give the money to Pat, who in turn will give it to the band.
I don't know what to think anymore. I am sick and fucking tired of contradicting myself all the time. I need to be more straighfoward and thorough. I should tell the truth and not lie. I need to re-evaluate my life and look at what's really important: I have some really good friends (Pat, Dan, John, ect), my parents both love me, I am doing well in school and I am slowly achieving my dream in film (finished my script). I realize that some things are pretty bad in my life (where I live, no job, no internet, backstabbers) but you know what? Fuck em. Eventually Ill move back to Saratoga, and everything will be better. But this in no way changes my view on people: They still suck, hardcore.
I don't know what to say, I'm just sick of it all. All the drama, all the bullshit. He did this, she did that, she'e a whore, he's a womanizer. If you claim you're their friend, don't you fucking go backstabbing them. Be at least fucking respectful and tell it to their faces. It used to happen alot last year in High School, but I guess it should be expected from the people I heard it from. Personally, I've done it before, and I hate myself for it. I've been doing a good job of not doing it lately.
I miss Daytime Soiree. I miss Clifton and Pat and the fucking rock out hardcore. I know Pat and I would still be up for it, but Clifton seems to preoccupide with the ska band to do a practice. And we don't seem to get any shows, only Rodilico is now. Unfortuanetly, we're mainly a cover band. and I do not like cover bands. Hmm.....to each his own, I guess.
Si, in closing, I am going to better my life. Do something as opposed to complain about it all the time. If you truelly want to keep in contact with me here's my number 'AGAIN': 692-2216. I don't expect any calls anyways, except from the usuals. I might update this thing, I might not. Might jump off a bridge, might not. Might blow my fucking brains out with a magnum, might not. I'll have to see how things unravel.
Ok, the show sucked. Moonshine bored the piss out of me. I mean, no disrespect to the guys, they're actually going out and making a band, doing shows. But at least do some cooler music. My band, Rodilico, sucked. I mean, for starters, John would not do the intro with hanging tough, which killed all my ambitions for the show. Art school sucked, Cheat was good until the end and the drums were sliding all over the place (come on Temple crew, where the fuck was the drum mats?). So, we didn't do that well, but I am in no way mad at my band members, they're the best bunch of guys a band could have. Oh yeah, and some prick slammed into John's PA head and knocked it over after doing those fucking stupid mosh moves. The ska band was..well...ska. Pat and I hardcore moshed during it, which upset people I guess. Whatever. I can fucking hardcore dance where and when I please. I mean, you honestly can't mosh to our version of Art School, but people did. So, please, be happy people were dancing in genreal. And some kid named Travis kicked my knee during the show and I've been walking with a gimp for the past three days. So fuck all those damn little kids. And,were'nt we supposed to get paid for the show? If so, give the money to Pat, who in turn will give it to the band.
I don't know what to think anymore. I am sick and fucking tired of contradicting myself all the time. I need to be more straighfoward and thorough. I should tell the truth and not lie. I need to re-evaluate my life and look at what's really important: I have some really good friends (Pat, Dan, John, ect), my parents both love me, I am doing well in school and I am slowly achieving my dream in film (finished my script). I realize that some things are pretty bad in my life (where I live, no job, no internet, backstabbers) but you know what? Fuck em. Eventually Ill move back to Saratoga, and everything will be better. But this in no way changes my view on people: They still suck, hardcore.
I don't know what to say, I'm just sick of it all. All the drama, all the bullshit. He did this, she did that, she'e a whore, he's a womanizer. If you claim you're their friend, don't you fucking go backstabbing them. Be at least fucking respectful and tell it to their faces. It used to happen alot last year in High School, but I guess it should be expected from the people I heard it from. Personally, I've done it before, and I hate myself for it. I've been doing a good job of not doing it lately.
I miss Daytime Soiree. I miss Clifton and Pat and the fucking rock out hardcore. I know Pat and I would still be up for it, but Clifton seems to preoccupide with the ska band to do a practice. And we don't seem to get any shows, only Rodilico is now. Unfortuanetly, we're mainly a cover band. and I do not like cover bands. Hmm.....to each his own, I guess.
Si, in closing, I am going to better my life. Do something as opposed to complain about it all the time. If you truelly want to keep in contact with me here's my number 'AGAIN': 692-2216. I don't expect any calls anyways, except from the usuals. I might update this thing, I might not. Might jump off a bridge, might not. Might blow my fucking brains out with a magnum, might not. I'll have to see how things unravel.