what were you doing for those eight and a half minutes?
woweeeee, snow and ice and everything not nice, and uh, yeah. Basically D-ville and the surrounding area has become a snow globe and that leaves me sitting in my room for hours upon hours. That gives me an opportunity to update this thing, but I post this on the assumption that I am the only one reading it. Snow brings isolation with it, and that is a dangerous thing, depending on your mind state. Current mind state combined with isolation=DANGER! DANGER! This has led me to compose some pretty strange songs, watch massive amounts of Firefly and basically sit around my room and decompose. God I wish I could smoke in here. That would make things close to enjoyable. But just close.
On a lighter note, I'd like to thank Lacy for making my livejournal look decent, and Sterling for the oh-so emo picture. Actually, now that I'm looking at it, its less emo and more dark and scary. I look like a recently erased drawing. Hey! Thats a great description of my current mood.
I would also like to add that I'm now in a band, composed of a nice group of fine-looking young chaps. We are called Death in Texas and we play light, sing-a-long, happy fun time music with a bit of Sade thrown in for good measure. Mix in some Ready For The World, a dash of Nelly, and you've pretty much got no idea what we sound like, whatsoever. But I'm playing guitar, and we've got a few songs (including one of my very own!!!!), and hopefully we will be ripping off faces and wooing ladies. In that order.
And on a final note, I would like to send a message to a certain person who is probably not reading this, but here goes: please, please, PLEASE, stop swooping into my life with promises of love and marriage (they go together like a horse and carriage!). You don't mean a syllable of it and you know this. That chord was supposed to be cut a long time ago, don't try to sew it up since you'll only quit halfway through. Since you don't mean it, don't say it, and we'll both be better off.
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On a lighter note, I'd like to thank Lacy for making my livejournal look decent, and Sterling for the oh-so emo picture. Actually, now that I'm looking at it, its less emo and more dark and scary. I look like a recently erased drawing. Hey! Thats a great description of my current mood.
I would also like to add that I'm now in a band, composed of a nice group of fine-looking young chaps. We are called Death in Texas and we play light, sing-a-long, happy fun time music with a bit of Sade thrown in for good measure. Mix in some Ready For The World, a dash of Nelly, and you've pretty much got no idea what we sound like, whatsoever. But I'm playing guitar, and we've got a few songs (including one of my very own!!!!), and hopefully we will be ripping off faces and wooing ladies. In that order.
And on a final note, I would like to send a message to a certain person who is probably not reading this, but here goes: please, please, PLEASE, stop swooping into my life with promises of love and marriage (they go together like a horse and carriage!). You don't mean a syllable of it and you know this. That chord was supposed to be cut a long time ago, don't try to sew it up since you'll only quit halfway through. Since you don't mean it, don't say it, and we'll both be better off.
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