And then everything blew up. Like magic you see.

NP: Ghost Stories - The Lawrence Arms

Sigh...I don't know what I'm about to write about. Probably nothing. Life sucks. Yeah, that seems to be a blog theme now. Half my family isn't really talking to each other at this very moment. Delightful.

There are positives though, aside from some shitty people. My classes are enjoyable this semester. ENJOYABLE. Yeah. Right now I'd rather be in class than anything else at all (aside from sleep). Yeah, when I'm done this entry I'll go to sleep so I can wake up and go to school. And for pretty much the first time in my life, that sounds fucking A+.

Alright, just for kicks...here are bands that I want to play like (alphabetical order 'cause I'm looking through itunes and not because I'm some loser who alphabetizes stuff):

Alkaline Trio
The Broadways
The Copyrights
Dead To Me
Dillinger Four
The Falcon
The Flatliners
The Gaslight Anthem
Green Day (Old...but duh)
Hostage Life
The Lawrence Arms
The Loved Ones
Pinhead Gunpowder
A Wilhelm Scream

Mhm. I'm not sure what the point of that was.

At some point, it being 12:08, I'll start my english homework.

Thursday. Thursday is the big performance day. Oh man. I'm not sure what to think. I get told to be proud of it and that it's good. I think me and Thad are the same in that we both can be perfectionists and we're both worried it'll flop. There's not much we can do at this point though. And on the one hand I'm really excited to see it performed. On the other hand I'm really worried it won't go well. We'll see how it goes I 'spose.

I need to get back to doing some rants. I can't think of anything to rant about though. When I think about what pisses me off these days I come up with people's names rather than my usual (and uh, oh so classic) material like brail (sp?) being useless. I don't really know how to cure that problem though. Cut cut cut.

Welp. That was all over the place.

G'night Y'all!