May 03, 2005 23:02
I'd love to have another entry, but I really don't have all that much to say...
I need to buy a couple of new pairs of pants.
Shoes, as well
I'm rooting for Mr. Schneider. Get well soon, maestro
I wanna be a rockstar. Time for some more gigs. I think more people would come if we could pull a no-cover gig. I'll be looking.
But, it's pretty super cool that I get to play at grad parties with O'berlind/The Great Escape/I don't know what they're calling themselves.
It's fantastic that people can maintain fame and fortune by making asses of themselves on national television. What I wouldn't give...
I remember when I actually cared about school and crap. Good ol' days. I can't bring myself to actually make a commitment to my work. I only do homework for one class (math in study hall) and I rarely get it all finished. I'm lacking motivation. It's hard to do stuff when you seriously could give less a shit about it.
Noah, man, we're going to have shows galore. It's time. Let's go on an e-mail frenzy. Hmm... we should get a manager that works for free. By the way, your mom can suck on a light socket.
Male purses are seriously due to leave Europe and storm the states.
Tcha, I'm such a fag.
If by fag you mean PHAG.
Cut your hair...fag....
Ooh, Noah, do you myspace at all? We could spread our music far and wide and see if we can actually build a fan base, if possible.
Chipotle has great food.
And I was kidding, Les Mis is fun again.