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Blurty for Riot.
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| Friday, April 29th, 2005 |
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Of all my journals, I think I like this one best. I can bitch about people who know me, but they'll never know it is me. It's a wonderful feeling, I must say. I'm not one to hide how I feel. If I'm pissed at someone, they know. If I don't like someone, oh, they know. If I want to kill someone, they know it. And that goes for good feelings as well. If I really like someone, they will know it. I make sure everyone around me knows exactly how I am feeling all the time, this way there is no confusion. So though I tell people how I feel, sometimes it is nice just to piss and moan and complain. I also like this journal because it's green. My deadjournal is Bad Religion themed and my livejournal is just a general red theme. This one is green and PLAID! Who doesn't love plaid? Don't answer that. Not that anyone will. I am the only one who reads this. I am the only one who cares. This is just wonderful. Something to finally have all to myself. |
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| Wednesday, April 27th, 2005 |
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So, my favorite band is Bad Religion. I was bored one day and made some awesome Bad Religion icons. I'm gonna post them here. You may take and use them as you please, 'cause hell, it's Bad Religion and if you know enough who they are to even recognize the album covers....TAKE THEM! SHARE THEM for Christ's sake! *ahem* I'm done.                      There you go, folks. Enjoy. |
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Well how about this shit? I finally created a new journal and I'm half in the bag (what a day already)! I love new journals! It's like a fresh start--a new way to look at your life. A new journal is a fresh page in a notebook or sketchbook, no pen marks or eraser shit. A new journal is an empty canvas waiting for new ideas. Whoa! Get a load of the shit I just wrote. I'm hardly ever this philosophical. Did I even spell that right? Damn, I suck at spelling! Haha, but not really I just don't pay attention. So, let's start this off like a typical journal, shall we? *ahem* Last night I went to Mohawk Place and saw a punk show. Ah local punk shows, gotta love 'em. The headlining band sucked....THE BIG ONE! They were trying to be The Unseen and were failing miserably. If The Unseen were to see them play, The Unseen would cry...on the inside. A word of advice from one punk to another: The Explosion suck. Do not go see them unless they are your friends. If they are your friends, get them to let you in for free. If they make you pay 10 bucks to get in, tell them to fuck off. You need the money more than they do. Throw Rags! What? Old, gross guys who were fucking awesome! They were insane and really weird, but they rocked the hardest of all four bands. They were a goofy looking bunch, lemme tell you. But it was just amazing. The singer was a cool guy, gave me a free sample CD. Actually, that's not all that special. All the sample CDs were free--I'm just trying to sound cool. Haha! One guy played a washboard with cowbells and spoons. I was like "scwhaaa?" He was ugly and fat and I kinda thought of a pedophile. Eww. Loved Ones. They were okay, kinda pop-punk. I was expecting emo. I was all, "I'm not one to judge by looks, but I think they're gonna suck." They didn't suck, not like The Explosion. They were decent for a pop punk band. Nothing bad to say, but nothing spectacular either. The first band-Exit Strategy. I kinda liked them, but the singer was well....how do I put this tactfully? No fat man should move and sing like that. There. I think that about covers him. Hopefully that didn't off---what the fuck am I saying? Let me rephrase my description. He was fat, bald and not all that old. He smelled worse than anyone there. He jumped around and every time he did, I had to cringe because his fat rolled everywhere. I thought some of my friends were chunky. Man, this dude made them look like fucking bean poles. Gross. Okay, now that is mnore acurate. Haha, dude I am an awful person. Cruel, heartless...basically a dick. Mwhaha. And I love it. Well shit! Look at the time. It's 11:09 am and I haven't eaten your mom yet. I'm slow to start today! I'm off. Tell your mom I'm on my way! I'll be on your front porch in 10 minutes. No. Really. Ten minutes! Just tell her for Christ's sake.. Okay. Bye. |
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Blurty for Riot.
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calm.
drunk.