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Something right now is sort of angering me, but I'd rather not talk about it. I could just be tired. Whatever.
Today was eventful. I dressed as Flava Flav from Public Enemy at school today. Matt Piche missed it, seeing as he wasn't there. Way to blow it, putz. You woulda' laughed your ass off. I'm really white, and I don't give a rat's ass.
After school ended I fell asleep for like 12 minutes, went to the bank, lounged around the house, and left for hockey practice. Good skate, but I didn't feel like working hard. I did anyway, because I'm a whore.
Then I was to go to the Event Horizon/Wishing Well show around 7. Jeff called and said he would pick me up. Clint left a message, apparently he forgot his microphone at his house and he needed me to pick it up. Then Danny called and needed a ride. So Jeff shows up after I showered quickly and we go to get Danny. We got to Clint's house around 7:10 and I retrieved his microphone. The show is way the hell out in Armada, I think, so it takes nearly 40 minutes to get there. Not to mention driving through a fog thicker than I've ever seen.
Stop me when this gets boring. Or go to another site or something.
Fuckers.
So we got there and Clint played his acoustic stuff. He did a good job, and I liked the duet with Ryan going on. Great song.
Then it was Dear Jane's turn. The keyboardist in that band is hot, his name is Justin or something.
Yeah, me. Bitches. So we played the one song that we have right now, Media Circus. I think we did a good job and I only fucked up once or so.
I flailed around, I get into my music.
Don't be boring when you perform, the point is to do your thing.
Then Ryan's other band, Event Horizon played a long, very good set and we drove home in the fog that got even thicker. I suddenly don't want to write anymore. I left out the getting pulled over thing. Tough luck to Jeff, but you did get a break big time.
I don't want to type in this little box anymore.
Today was eventful. I dressed as Flava Flav from Public Enemy at school today. Matt Piche missed it, seeing as he wasn't there. Way to blow it, putz. You woulda' laughed your ass off. I'm really white, and I don't give a rat's ass.
After school ended I fell asleep for like 12 minutes, went to the bank, lounged around the house, and left for hockey practice. Good skate, but I didn't feel like working hard. I did anyway, because I'm a whore.
Then I was to go to the Event Horizon/Wishing Well show around 7. Jeff called and said he would pick me up. Clint left a message, apparently he forgot his microphone at his house and he needed me to pick it up. Then Danny called and needed a ride. So Jeff shows up after I showered quickly and we go to get Danny. We got to Clint's house around 7:10 and I retrieved his microphone. The show is way the hell out in Armada, I think, so it takes nearly 40 minutes to get there. Not to mention driving through a fog thicker than I've ever seen.
Stop me when this gets boring. Or go to another site or something.
Fuckers.
So we got there and Clint played his acoustic stuff. He did a good job, and I liked the duet with Ryan going on. Great song.
Then it was Dear Jane's turn. The keyboardist in that band is hot, his name is Justin or something.
Yeah, me. Bitches. So we played the one song that we have right now, Media Circus. I think we did a good job and I only fucked up once or so.
I flailed around, I get into my music.
Don't be boring when you perform, the point is to do your thing.
Then Ryan's other band, Event Horizon played a long, very good set and we drove home in the fog that got even thicker. I suddenly don't want to write anymore. I left out the getting pulled over thing. Tough luck to Jeff, but you did get a break big time.
I don't want to type in this little box anymore.