what happens in southie stays in southie.
so today is my first day back from boston. amazing city. going to a big city like that, you realize how much you're missing out... how much culture you dont get to experience living in a small town, it sort of sucks because i know im stuck here for at least another year. and if not that long, i'll be in another small town which sucks in a whole different way. ha. i have no clue, i know that i want to go to a big city and experience the culture they have to offer... what good is culutre if you dont have anywhere you live? we seriously have like 98% white people 1% misc and like 2 and a half african americans... it's quite stupid..
in boston, i became friends?? with liz. a chick tyler told me he didnt like... well i found out that i guess tyler asked her out a week ago but whatever... seriously, how did he go from this shy kid to a freaking PIMP wannabe? is he trying to make me jealous, cause seriously i could do alot more damage than him thank you very much. ha
so im bouncing around topics... who cares, no one reads this shit anyways.....
great parade...long though...every time we were ready to turn a corner, mr lyle would be like, this is the last turn.... we dont have to play anymore, and then freaking we'd turn on to a major highway with thousands of people on roofs and sidewalks and in the roads. its really hard to concentrate on playing with a camera in your face and on your drum... seriously though, we were told not to acknowlege them, just to keep a straight face, look professional and dont smile, just look straight and professional... wtf. you know how hard that is? lol. but i watched it on the news that night, super rad
good b ye
in boston, i became friends?? with liz. a chick tyler told me he didnt like... well i found out that i guess tyler asked her out a week ago but whatever... seriously, how did he go from this shy kid to a freaking PIMP wannabe? is he trying to make me jealous, cause seriously i could do alot more damage than him thank you very much. ha
so im bouncing around topics... who cares, no one reads this shit anyways.....
great parade...long though...every time we were ready to turn a corner, mr lyle would be like, this is the last turn.... we dont have to play anymore, and then freaking we'd turn on to a major highway with thousands of people on roofs and sidewalks and in the roads. its really hard to concentrate on playing with a camera in your face and on your drum... seriously though, we were told not to acknowlege them, just to keep a straight face, look professional and dont smile, just look straight and professional... wtf. you know how hard that is? lol. but i watched it on the news that night, super rad
good b ye