I have messed up. Royal. For those of you who know what I am talking about, great. For those of you who don't, here is the long and short of it ( Read more... )

I do. Trust me. And don't ask ( Read more... )

New York, Fucking New York!!!

Nargg. With a double "G". Word.

Oh, and Jen, I am passing though the Land of Three "A"s.

Tomorrow I will be gone. And I know some of you won't cry over it. *shrug* Especally if you all remember where I will be going.

H-E-Double Hockey Sticks

Not really. But I am going to be gone all the same. Good riddence to me. Now, if I could only get rid of me.

Narg!

Jezuz people! Just leave me the fuck alone. All I want to do is hide in my lil ol' room and play Star fucking Wars Goddamn Rebellion. None of this shit about making fucking dinner. I ain't hungry. Screw practicing. I am not sure that I even want to go back to UMF and be a music major. Fuck talking to people and dealing with the public. I ( Read more... )

So last night was my last night with the infamous red sweatshirt. Not the one that says Michigan State on it, but the other one. The one that the librarians hate. So, for your pleasure, let me tell you what became of it.

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Well, Dr. A was right about this at least. Brass playing can be a real test of endurance. Especally when you get into it. I worked out today at the gym, and I am sweating now more then I did there. Also you know something is going on when I would rather practice my horn then play a video game, watch a movie, or read my book. So I am sweating ( Read more... )

Yeah.....

Hi.....

Bye.....

So, yeah.... How to put this ( Read more... )