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|Wednesday, June 22nd, 2005|
I don't care what the fuck people say, Sparta is all right with me. "Breaking the Broken" is pretty cool, and if you don't think so then that's okay too. I have the music video on now and sure, Jim Ward is one ugly guy who can't sing, but I don't think that takes away from his creativity.
Lately I've been thinking about what kind of music I want to do, given the opportunity to start a band. I'm not a heavy rocking guy; I've come to that conclusion. I like pop music a lot, but I don't want to be the next the Shins. I don't know. I need to write and work out some music and jam on it and form the next greatest band I've ever heard.
I am too serious about music.
Well I can't explain how we made it this far
And you should know only you control my heart
Feelings overshadow reason; blocks out everything
And all that matters should be you and me
|Friday, June 17th, 2005|
I still have one of these?
|Monday, June 6th, 2005|
the final days make me weep, knowing this is the first time the last time is in site. it beckons to me, hoping summer will fritter away it's time like nickels and dimes on Atlantic City slots and candy, but hopes that I won't have to realize I have to move on and move towards a better day. time passes, birds sing, we are meant to do.
|Thursday, June 2nd, 2005|
"tomorrow is our permanent address" -- e.e. cummings
|Thursday, May 26th, 2005|
"There are some holes in any plan based on asking for money to see Paris Hilton naked. Cause she’s naked for free all the damn time. Even if you don’t want her naked for free, she won't stop getting naked for free. So you don’t really need 46,000 dollars to see some skin. You could work at an Arbys in Reseda and see her mounted a hundred different ways all you like for 20 dollars a month. Coke’d up bitches aren’t really my style, but hey, who am I to judge."
- The Superficial
|Tuesday, May 24th, 2005|
Carson Daly seems to lack any sort of personality, yet he has two televisions shows. How did he survive so long being an unfunny, lame obvious tool?
|Wednesday, May 18th, 2005|
"It's every man's dream to have a penis so large that he must hire a small boy to carry it." God bless Maddox
|Sunday, May 15th, 2005|
|Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005|
|Thursday, April 28th, 2005|
Can you remember all my shit?
|Monday, April 25th, 2005|
I have a new motto, and that motto is "fuck dames." And fuck doesn't mean to have sexual intercourse.
I just realized how much I hate people. I read like 10 entries on someone's xanga (well, I skimmed about half of them), and their lives are about as bankrupt as mine, except they write about it. They spell stuff wrong. They write to an audience who will probably ignore any information. I think if you have an online journal or blog or whatnot, you should probably be prepared for weird people you don't know knowing a ton of shit about you and perhaps even saying something about it. It's pretty ludicrous how open people are.
In my mind, naive and optimistic are still synonymous. The paranoia of family conflicts with my optimism. Am I naive or optimistic or just not paranoid?
|Wednesday, April 20th, 2005|
haha, I had an idea to say something meaningful, but instead of trying and failing, I'm just admitting defeat.
|Tuesday, April 12th, 2005|
Damn girl, you've got some fine ass pussies.
|Thursday, April 7th, 2005|
Maggie goes "that girl in the brown shirt is such a whore...i heard she had sex with someone in the drumline..i think it was luke but i'm not sure"
|Saturday, April 2nd, 2005|
We are not we any longer.
|Thursday, March 31st, 2005|
yaw man, where can i get a fat dip?
|Tuesday, March 29th, 2005|
I guess when I come to realizations that I don't care, I don't mind people. Or maybe I have to think I'm better than people to really enjoy them. Who knows. But I certainly do feel pretty good. Maybe it has just been the lack of school.
|Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005|
I don't mind making promises that I can't keep because I know my word isn't worth a god damned dime.