Smokin' down with Karl, jamming on cool new shit, and listening to Strike! Feral Children makes for one hell of a night. I can't wait for their show on Friday.

It's good to be back in school again. It's not good to be so behind. I don't know how to describe what's going on. Half of life is good. The other half is so confusing though. I just don't know...Jazz seems to fix it all though. Jazz. Practice. Yeah ( Read more... )

So...thoughts for the night ( Read more... )

So...here's another high entry. Tiki time was good. I jammed out a really cool new section and it was fun. And something...I forgot. But the real reason for this post is because my clock is set an hour and fifteen minutes ahead of where time actually is. I had it set 15 minutes early to get my ass out of bed earlier, and then I went to change ( Read more... )

I had a dream this morning that my parents found out that I smoked pot. My dad had known for weeks, and then as soon as my mom found out, she came and talked to me. It sucked. I hope that I don't have to actually deal with that situation. Ever ( Read more... )

I need to find a groove. The interlude has come to an end, with a little improvisation towards the end, and now it's time to settle in. Time to feel where everything really needs to be, and just flow with it and groove like never before.

Practice. Class. Money. Factor V. Transmission. No cruise control. Discman. Headaches. Runny nose. Buick. Beirut :) Beirut :( Coviak. Kozel. Drugs. No drugs. Drugs. No drugs. Drugs...2.99 today. 3.25 tomorrow. Twice. The beginning again. Tired as fuck. No control. No organization. No goal. Nothing. Hatred. Stress. Fear ( Read more... )

Today is what the blueprint of a good day should be...I feel so good right now. And Thursday was a cool day too. I don't really know what I'm talking about. I feel like I'm slippin' into a dream within a dream. (If anyone knows who that song is by, tell me. I really want to know badly and you'd be my hero ( Read more... )

I wish that 4-way stops didn't exist. They suck. I'm the guy who doesn't pay enough attention to them, and then goes when someone else goes. Then stops when they stop. Then waves them through when they wave me through. Then I don't know what the fuck to do. So I just laugh.

"He's Mr. Know-it-all."

Oh yeah...I'm back in I Once Was a Beautiful Belle. It's good. I feel like I'm going to die right now though. The last few days have taken a serious toll on me, so I'm going to pass out ...