And the night goes on as I'm fading away...
We’re the pain that you feel
We’re the scars that don’t heal
We’re the tear in your eyes
We’re the reason you cry
We’re the voice in your head
We’re the lies that you said
We’re the best thing you had
We are...
Thought I'd start off the entry with a little Simple Plan, in celebration of the new CD coming out today and me having just gotten back from getting it. "Chris, you're gay, Simple Plan is for 12 year old girls; you deserve to have your balls cut off and stuffed down your throat and be forced to sit on a cactus until you choke to death on your balls or bleed to death from the region where your genitalia once were." I know, I know, I've heard it all before; but I like 'em, so don't leave that comment please.
I don't really know what to talk about, I just felt like I should do a real entry. I really don't have a life. The only thing interesting that's happened recently involves dirt, trees, leaves, and oral sex; but I can't talk about that so I'll stop there.
Boy oh boy oh boy, the Green Day concert is tommorow, I'm so stoked. It's gonna be such a sick show, and we're gonna be so high; it's gonna be fucking nuts.
Then, Saturday night is gonna be the big partying night. Me, Jef, Carl, Allen, Pete, and Steve are all going over Carl's house and sleeping over. We're getting 3 30's, so we're gonna have 90 beers. We're gonna be so trashed; and that's not even including smoking weed. I can't wait, it's gonna be so fun.
So, yeah, lots of fun ahead.
Oh, now about the band. We finally found a bassist. Carl! Yeah he came to our practice the other day and played bass and surprised us all by being good! So he's in the band now which is awsome. Unfortunately we're NOT playing the Battle of the Bands, though, because we don't have enough time to get ready with Carl.
One more thing to talk about! The mother fucking Red Sox! I'm so fucking excited, I really think they might do it this year. I've been watching them since before I can remember, and I'd kill to see them win a World Series. I hope so much that they win. Not just for me, but I was thinking about all the old people who have been watching the Red Sox for their entire life, and have just experienced let-down after let-down after let-down. I feel worse for them if they lose; I still have my whole life to watch them try to win a World Series, they don't. So yeah, I really want 'em to win. Only 2 hours till gametime, woohoo!
That's it, though. I'm going. Peace.
We’re the scars that don’t heal
We’re the tear in your eyes
We’re the reason you cry
We’re the voice in your head
We’re the lies that you said
We’re the best thing you had
We are...
Thought I'd start off the entry with a little Simple Plan, in celebration of the new CD coming out today and me having just gotten back from getting it. "Chris, you're gay, Simple Plan is for 12 year old girls; you deserve to have your balls cut off and stuffed down your throat and be forced to sit on a cactus until you choke to death on your balls or bleed to death from the region where your genitalia once were." I know, I know, I've heard it all before; but I like 'em, so don't leave that comment please.
I don't really know what to talk about, I just felt like I should do a real entry. I really don't have a life. The only thing interesting that's happened recently involves dirt, trees, leaves, and oral sex; but I can't talk about that so I'll stop there.
Boy oh boy oh boy, the Green Day concert is tommorow, I'm so stoked. It's gonna be such a sick show, and we're gonna be so high; it's gonna be fucking nuts.
Then, Saturday night is gonna be the big partying night. Me, Jef, Carl, Allen, Pete, and Steve are all going over Carl's house and sleeping over. We're getting 3 30's, so we're gonna have 90 beers. We're gonna be so trashed; and that's not even including smoking weed. I can't wait, it's gonna be so fun.
So, yeah, lots of fun ahead.
Oh, now about the band. We finally found a bassist. Carl! Yeah he came to our practice the other day and played bass and surprised us all by being good! So he's in the band now which is awsome. Unfortunately we're NOT playing the Battle of the Bands, though, because we don't have enough time to get ready with Carl.
One more thing to talk about! The mother fucking Red Sox! I'm so fucking excited, I really think they might do it this year. I've been watching them since before I can remember, and I'd kill to see them win a World Series. I hope so much that they win. Not just for me, but I was thinking about all the old people who have been watching the Red Sox for their entire life, and have just experienced let-down after let-down after let-down. I feel worse for them if they lose; I still have my whole life to watch them try to win a World Series, they don't. So yeah, I really want 'em to win. Only 2 hours till gametime, woohoo!
That's it, though. I'm going. Peace.