the one who's name was Darci I think...the blonde one in high school.
Yeah, her.
She is effing beautiful, and I don't usually like blondes.
This is so unlike me.
Anyway, I fucking hate stoneware bowls because when you try and drink the broth from your soup out of them it spills out of the corners and gets all over you Drug & Alcohol Resistance Education shirt and makes it smell like the Orient for the rest of the day.
That fucking sucks.
In other news, I was being lame and playing some Dashboard' on Jon's guitar, then when I went home I played it on my guitar, which isn't an acoustic, unlike Jon's, and I found out that Dashboard' fucking sounds horrible on electric guitar.
So now I need another acoustic guitar since my other one got stolen awhile ago.
Yeah, a town of 2500, and my Samick guitar get's stolen from school and I still have no clue who did it.
I'll probably buy Lance's old Samick. I really really like the tone and level it produces and the action is super low. It's even got one of those stick on pick holders which I'll take off and then re-stick to my new amp I'm getting for christmas.
Oh I know I'm getting this amp for Christmas. It's the only large thing I asked for, and there's a rather large box under that blasphemous tree we have perched upon a self manufactured tree stand. That large box has got "josh" written all over it.
Does anyone know what kind of box a fab tone comes in?
Is it long and skinny by and chance?
Because this present is puzzling me.
Anyway, so I go over to Jon's house, and I was playing with his dogs, and his new one, which is about 3/4 foot tall, was just hangin' out up on the couch with me, and it decides to wriggle itself out of it's collar, so I go to put it back on when I find out that this dog is fucking strong. I had to pin it on the ground to put it's collar back on!
Then I put it in a headlock. It looked hilarious.
Dogs are cool.
Anyway, I lost my voice, but apparently everyone in the world thinks I should still go to work tomorrow.
How the HELL AM I GOING TO TALK TO THE CUSTOMERS??
Cretins. All of them.
So this skinflute I bought the As Friends Rust shirt off finally leaves me some feedback 7 days later saying "Thanks! Sent Today!"
WHAT THE FUCK!?!
YOU HAD SEVEN DAYS!!
I COULD BE FUCKING WEARING THAT RIGHT NOW!!
Anyway, two of my christmas presents are going to my mom and sister because my Aunt and my other Aunt think it's a good idea to shop for me at Old Navy.
That's good, because that means I'll look like the christmas hero when I give Mom and Sam two brand new shirts!
Poor Dad...
Forget Sam, Dad gets one.
I got 2 cards for Christmas presents this year. One from Gramma and the other from Wendy.
That's fucking cool. It shows they know I don't need material to appreciate this anniversary of an uninteresting event.
It also shows I'm impossible to shop for. Haha.
Anyway, there's this girl. Her name is Kenzy. She lives in Okotoks. She convinced me to go on MSN today because she wanted to talk to me. Turns out she's fucking awesome. That is all.
Then this other girl. Her name is Amanda. She lives in Edmonton. She told me she's falling in love with me.(WHY THE FUCK CAN'T ANYONE LIVE HERE AND SAY THAT??) She asked me to send her some music. I sent her some Daughters. She thought them to be so bad that she laughed hysterically. That made me smile. I hate daughters.
Warped Board members, you need to tell me who I'm missing on my friends list from the board lest I hate you forever.
This means you, Becca.
Oh, speaking of you, what the fuck kind of hair were you talking about today? I'm seriously drawing blanks here.
The end.
That post should make up for the lack of adequate updates.
I hope.
Otherwise it's my head on a pike.
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Make This a Holiday
as far as this winter goes
we don't feel the deep snow
but it's cold wherever i go,
it feels cold wherever i go.
the smell of the heater core
warms up the cold car
as we clamp the hand north
as we clamp the hand north.
the sound of the northern air
warns us it's too far
but it's a risk, we must care
it's a bridge we must bear.
the sight of your face again
completes the long drive
one of the four reasons why
it feels whole to be alive.
brother gone north
please come home to stay
brother gone north,
make this a holiday