Saturday, March 5, 2011

Woah shit I...forgot...

    Wow I haven't posted since February. What the fuck's been up bloggers? Life's been getting better with the weather. My day's are filled with herb among other things. Jamming and longboarding. Chilling with my friends. It's really what summer is about. My band is really coming together. For the first time it's molding into something perfect. The intensity inside of me is something I can physically feel. I really do love music more then anything in this world. My band's been together for like 8 months and it's had it's decent high's, consisting of just the ability to write and jam good. It's also had it's lows of us not talking or jamming for weeks. But this will be our highest of highs. Just the conjoined talent and emotion that this band feels is enough for it to affect everything in my life in a positive fashion. Call me a fucking hippy and I'll agree. Apparently the word hippy isn't in the Firefox dictionary. Fuck you Firefox. Fuck. You.

    I wish I could have been out and about tonight to enjoy the beautiful weather but I'm stuck at my dad's. I hate going here on the weekends because that's when the most interesting shit happens in my hometown and I feel left out sitting here blogging and smoking a cigarette. I didn't quite quit those yet. Then again I didn't really try. I should really try. Then again I have a friend that went a week or something without a cigarette, and I had to physically stop the fucker from smoking. And I succeeded until last night the bastard...he smoked a fucking cigarette. Son of a bitch. But apparently it made him quit or something I don't fucking know. I don't think I'm addicted to nicotine. Definitely not. More of the rush of the cigarette. But it's still bad for me and make's me out of breath while longboarding, so fuck them.

    I've been listening to Killswitch Engage a lot. Call them mainstream or generic as much as you want. There fucking incredible. My play list has been filled with Killswitch, Vanna, MGMT, Choking Victim, Minor Threat and Chili Peppers. Not bad. Not bad at all.

    People complain a lot. Like a LOT. There's this kid that my group of clams have been hanging out with that only complains. Then when we fuck with him he get's really pissed and I'm pretty sure we got him too cry. I'd feel bad for him but he back talks every fucking thing we say, makes himself out to be the most intelligent fuck on planet I'm fucking better then you. First of all you shouldn't have that kind of attitude. Second of all, if I was hanging with a bunch of kids like 4 years older then me and they kept pissing me off I'd probably stop hanging out with them. But he's a cool kid if he's not being a know it all. And before the "you complain a lot too you know", fuck you. This is my blog. I could write the entire thing on why everyone in the world sucks except me if I wanted to. Then again I do understand that I'm kind of a dick and a lot of the things I say could get on people's nerves. So I guess if you wanna rage, that's my invite.

    I would love to live like those guys on Jackass. They do the most fucked up shit, and not only is it not frowned upon but they get paid for it. I'm sure it takes it's toll on your body but I would love to do it.

    I'll blog more in the future.

    Quote of the Day (actually a lyric) - I think you saw me confronting my fear, it Went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and I think you ought to stay away from here There are ghosts in the walls and they Crawl in your head through your ear. -Such Small Hands - La Dispute

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