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| hello everybody... I havnt updated here in ages. Ive been mainly on myspace as of late, I just dont see the point of doing 2 journal thingies. well not a whole lot has changed. Adult school just started and I have bio. It goes from6-9 pm. and its monday and wednesday. It sucks but I guess it wont be all that bad. The bands doing pretty good, we played at band-a-palooza and had a good time. uhhh I updated the music here and thats about all thats updated. If you dont have my myspace account and want it then comment me or somthing and Ill tell you. well thats it for now cya | | |
| My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again,
at ten-o-clock on Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen.
I put my backpack on the bench, tell two people I dont smoke,
see the cop across the street, he thinks that I am selling dope,
I could have walked another block, to get away from the scene.
Why does it always come to this, where zero meets fifteen?
And so I gave my thirteen cents, to the man who peed his pants.
He passes out and falls on me, I watch my change fall from his hand.
I see the lady next to me, holds her baby black blue.
The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking, where I got my new tattoo.
What does it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I own?
How can I ever save the world, on cup-o-soup and student loans?
I want to try and save the world, but it never goes that way.
God I dont know what to do, down at Colfax and Broadway.
Now the man with no shoes on, says I dont know how to play.
He says I fumble all the time. He thinks that I am John Elway.
I put my face down in my hands, water wells inside my eyes.
What do I have to give them? Does it matter if I try?
I cant stand to see you suffer, I try to intellectualize,
a formula to end you pain, it doesnt work,
God knows Ive tried. Sometimes my cup is overfilled.
Sometimes Im too afraid that Im going to spill.
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| well this things been neglected... and from the looks of it nobody missed it too much.its like 10 and Im in a very rare mood... This always happens to me at night, but Im usuially in bed, I get these damn Ideas and I think boy I oughta go up to this guy and tell him what I think of him and I picture it out in my head and stay up hours thinking about what I good idea it is then fall asleep and wake up the next morning thinking boy Im glad I was in bed when I thought of that or I might have actuially done that. Swear to God people piss me off... I dont even wanna get into this or I might say somthing Ide regret later. Too much crap going on right now... I dont wanna get into that either. Why the hell am I even writing in here... i mean I pretty much decided to quit this crap like a month ago. Well I guess theres nobody to talk to so Ill just talk to my danm self. Every time you have somthing decent going for you some dickhead says "hell no you cant have shit going for you" and stomps all over it and you and pisses on you and whatever you previously had going for you then just walks away. Its like Im walking through the forest then all the sudden it slowly turns to a tundra and it starts blizzarding then as I walk through the vast tundra through the blizzard I see a faint light. I walk closer... and closer... for miles I walk I finially get to where the light is and its an old log cabin. as I approach I hear the sound of a violin coming you of the slightly cracked window. I approach the door all tattered,cold,and all alone. I knock and hear a loud "SCREEEEEEEETTTCCHHHHHHH!!!!" as the door opens and the voice of an old man says "please come in". So I go inside and the man says "have a seat" I go to sit down in the first chair, but whats that? an owl? yes an owl is sitting in the first chair. I turn to the second and at this point Im expecting anything, sure enough theres a cougar sitting in the chair looking right at me, so I turn to the third chair that was vacant to my suprise and relief and sit. The old man turns to me with a bowl of soup and hands it to me... only... there is somthing strange about the old man... somthing very strange about his eyes... of course why didnt I see it before, he is blind. He hands me the soup... I havnt eaten i quite some time so I gulp it down. "wow... this soup is really good" I say, "what kina soup is it?" the old blind man looks right at me and says "snake mostly" I reply "mostly? what else is in it?" The old man just looks at me with those blind old eyes and says "oh things like mice, possom,frog, and other things the owl brings back." I look at the old man shocked and say "well does the cougar bring back food too?" the old man's expression changes from blank to half puzzled half shocked and he just says to me "what cougar?" ohhhhhhh great. Im in a small log cabin with a blind old man eating soup made with ingredients collected an owl with a cougar stairing right at me that is not suppose to be there and to top it all off its blizzarding outside. at this point you are probably saying to yourself "boy this is trouble" nope! its my life.
next time say goodbye to him for me | | |
| well pj day was a big hit, like everybody dressed up. Much greater of a turnout than I expected... thats about it. BYE BYE!!! | | |
| ok 2 announcements
Ummm well this friday I thought it would be really funny if we all wore pjs to school and when everyone asks us why were all wearing pjs we'll just say that its entirely coincidental plus it'll be fun so... ya tell everyone and tell them to tell everyone. It will only be funny if we get like 50 people in on it so ya.
Secondly the bands probably playing at band-a-pa-looza so ya be there or be square. And when we come on stage it would be much appreciated if everybody went nuts (cheering, clapping,whistleing,mosh pitting, skanking,croud surfing,singing along, etc.) Especially croud surfing now That would be cool. Oh and there is a song where everybody can sing along... well that is if you can say woooooaaaaahhhhh in some sort of musical tone... if not just like... pretend like your singing... or... somthing... well thats about it. BYE BYE!! LAMEWADS!! =D | | |
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