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[23 Nov 2005|01:07am] |
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Tonight was fuuuuuuuuucking crazy.
Seriously, such craziness.
Unwed Sailor is a fucking amazing band and I can't wait for them to come back to Des Moines. It was absolutely incredible. Breathtaking shit, for sure.
Asa's mom was gone, so he decided to have some people over. His mom came home while we were all just chilling. So, she calls Asa into the other room and talks to him for a while, then he tells us to leave. So, we're leaving and she yells at us to get back inside, so some of us walked back inside. Then, I just said, "Fuck it." and took off running to my car. Danny and Jeff followed me, then Jordan hopped in my car too.
Asa's mom chased us outside and got in front of my car to get the license plate number. She called the cops on her own son and gave them my plates and shit.
So, we're all sketched out and we drive downtown. We're just chilling at Java Joes and my dad calls. The cops had called him to tell him what was up.
So, I talked to him for a while. He and my mom came to Java Joe's to talk to us, but we handled it amazingly and it all worked out in the end. But, fucking hell, it was crazy.
I feel bad for Asa, but I can tell you all this, I am never ever ever going to his house again. Never. Fuck that.
Most memorable quote of the night-
"NO ONE IS LEAVING!" - Asa Ireland's mom.
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| Life is strange. |
[19 Nov 2005|01:14am] |
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The Stevenson Ranch Davidians - Getting By |
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Things can be incredibly shitty, but turn out alright.
I got fired from HyVee, which is the gay. I haven't been able to finda another job, which is also the gay. I am going into Reed's Drycleaning tomorrow to try to get a job with Nic, Emily, Conor, Billy, and whoever else works there.
I think it'd be chilled out.
I am really regretting missing The Black Angels on Tuesday night. I'm glad that everybody that went had fun though.
A Fir-Ju Well is coming back to Des Moines on March 9th. They might play at the Vaudeville or (maybe Tori and) I might set something up for them.
I had a few of the Cannibusta crew over to my house tonight. Danny and Jeff were rocking out to Breathe on the geetars. It was so chilled out. Tonight was also Jeff's birthday, so we went to Friday's and I told the waitress it was his birthday. So, they came to the table and tied balloons to his hair and it was so fucking funny. He was pissed. "All my life, I've hated this..." God, that ruled.
Then, Jeff had to go home and we went over to Gabe's house and just hung out and talked and did what we do and it was great.
Gabe is a cool guy. Then, I took Nic, Emily, and Jordan home and I came home and watched the first half of the Family Guy movie. Then, I accidentally started it over and I just said, "Fuck it." and came upstairs.
I gotta say, I do love my friends.
P.S Everyone who likes quality music should check out The Stevenson Ranch Davidians on myspace. Seriously.
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| What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? |
[09 Nov 2005|09:16pm] |
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I love The Beatles. They've been all I've listened to lately.
And, to those of you who don't know, I got fired from Hy-Vee. 2005 really has been the worst year of my life, hasn't it?
It's been a hell of a long time since I last updated. I don't even know how long. But, yeah, things have all been fucking up recently.
But, I feel pretty good. I've gotten applications to a bunch of different places. I might work at On The Border with Billy and I might work at Lenscrafters, in the lab putting the glasses together. I guess they pay pretty well.
My parents were pretty pissed about me getting fired. My mom called a psychiatrist today. You know, it sucks, because I talked them out of therapy after I got suspended. And, then this happens. I think it's bullshit that they're making me go to therapy. I'm not crazy, you know? And, I'm sure as hell not going to take any Prozac or shit like that. I'm not going to be a zombie. Fuck that.
I need to clean up for a while. And, when I say clean, I mean it in every sense of the ugly, ugly word. And, it's going to suck.
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[25 Oct 2005|06:28pm] |
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The Warlocks - Moving and Shaking |
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This song kicks ass.
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[21 Oct 2005|11:50pm] |
This was a fucked up night.
Seriously. This is one of the nights we're going to be talking about for a long time.
After school, Bryce picked me up and we went to Crossroads and drove around and met up with Jeff and Austin and Andrew, Anna, Nic, Emily, and their friend. We were just chilling at Crossroads, being bored, like we always do. Then, we all went to Emily's and Zack Dowling, Dave Hirschy (sp?), and Andy Locasha met us over there.
Then, we find out that these dudes want to fight Dave and we all go down there and it's like Matt Chenchar and Mark Halma and them. It was funny. Everybody was just standing around watching them fight and this John dude was just so wasted when he was fighting.
Then, we left Emily's drove around, got some food and burr and rolled over to Billy's house. And, Jennah, Alan, and Emily are there and we're all just chilling.
Then, everybody's calling and shit, wanting to come over, and I went to meet up with Matt and Jordan and Matt was just wasted. And, he was behind the wheel. And, nobody else could come over to Billy's and Matt was just so fucking wasted, he fucked up his car like two different times in like fifteen minutes. So, we went over there and saw what was up and fuck, dude. It's some crazy shit. His parents were coming, I think.
Fucked up night. For serious.
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| Stuff. |
[20 Oct 2005|07:46pm] |
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The Black Angels - Manipulation |
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Stuff's been aight.
Tomorrow is finally Friday again. This week went by pretty fast though. It's been a good week.
This weekend seems promising. I think there is some fun to be had.
The Black Angels are playing at the Vaudeville Mews on Tuesday, November 15th. Ya'll should go. It's going to be fun. The Black Angels are sweet.
Other bands I've been listening to lately - The 13th Floor Elevators, Quicksilver Messenger Service, The White Stripes, and I've been rocking "Mary Please" by the good old Brian Jonestown Massacre quite a bit lately. I heart the BJM.
Hollaattabrotha.
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| Go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall. |
[12 Oct 2005|07:33pm] |
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Phish - Rock and Roll (live Velvet Underground cover) |
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Having the internet is awesome.
I'm developing a new appreciation for The Jefferson Airplane.
Things are good. I've been back at school for a week now and it's all cool. I have one more math test to make up and I have to hand in my Chemistry packet and then I think I'm all caught up.
I watched the first half of The Song Remains The Same today. It was cool. I've had that movie for years and never watched it.
I dig Phish's Loaded cover CD. Rock and Roll by the Velvet Underground is such an awesome song and Phish does it well.
I think I'm going to join the Outdoor Club next weekend. And, I'm pumped for me and Jeff's new band. I wrote some lyrics last week while I watched The Doors movie. That movie inspires me, man.
I think I'm going to buy this $400 synthesizer from Guitar Center. It has a mirophone attached and it has a vocal effect thing and it's just badass.
I need to pay my dad back for my car first. I have like $350 left to pay. And, I owe my brother 150 for my lap top.
But, I can't complain.
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| Life without the internet is fucking difficult. |
[03 Oct 2005|12:47pm] |
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The Brian Jonestown Massacre - She's Gone |
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So, the past few days have been strange.
My parents disconnected our internet connection and, by doing so, pretty much cut me off from all communication with my friends.
Which says a lot about me, I suppose, but nevertheless I find excuses to come to the library so I can get online. Pathetic, eh?
Anyway, I go back to school on Wednesday. That's going to be interesting, to say the least. I am excited to see everyone though. I can't say I'm too excited to see Dr. Poole, but what can you do?
I appreciate all the support from my friends; I love you all. And, my family finally gets it. I'm glad. It makes me feel a lot better knowing that they understand that I wasn't just taking the side of the druggies, like my dad so eloquently put it on Wednesday night.
I can't wait for this to blow over. I can't wait for everything to be done and for me to be able to enjoy high school again. I'm not the type of person that's meant to stay home on Saturday nights playing video games. It isn't healty. I suppose you could argue that what I'd be doing if I was going out isn't too healthy either, but whatever.
You all need to call me. 515-556-2520. A lot of people have been getting in contact with me in some way or another in the past few days and it's pretty cool.
This too shall pass. And, in a month or two, I'll be back out enjoying myself and socializing among the people I love and everytthing will be okay.
It has come to my attention that 2005 has been a pretty shitty year for Pat Gamble. I crashed my first car, had a run-in with the boys in blue, got caught being stoned again, experienced the death of a friend, and got suspended for the first time ever.
But, it's October 2nd. I have to get through two months and twenty eight days until 2006 and then we can all start over again.
But, yeah, please call me. I'm out now. L8r sk8rz.
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| "Fuck Valley administration." - Dr. Vicky Poole (She really said that.) |
[28 Sep 2005|01:55pm] |
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Pink Floyd - Another Brick in the Wall |
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So, I'm sure most of you saw the picture I posted on myspace last night. I guess the school saw it too and found it offensive.
I'm suspended for five days out of school.
Apparently, it was the most disrespect anybody has ever shown her in her entire career. (Other than, of course, Chris' additions to the picture.)
You know something? I apologized to her, but I'm not sorry. I had a reason for creating that, I had a reason for posting it. I did want it to be seen, though I didn't want to be suspended. I've never been suspended before; this is certainly a new experience.
Despite their denials, I firmly believe they are using Neil's death, one of the biggest tragedies of most of our lives, as fuel for their anti-drug campaign. Neil was much more than "some druggie." He did do drugs, but there was so much more to him. I am upset that they are going to have him remembered for being on drugs than for being a great person.
So, they can fuck off.
My parents don't seem to be angry, I think they're worried though.
It's bullshit that I can get suspended from school by doing something at my house. And, yeah, I posted it on the internet. I had a message and people got my message.
It's only a matter of time until teachers begin looking at Livejournals too.
I think I'm going to read 1984.
My only regret is that now I have to take all of my finals. And, that is going to fucking suck.
"We don't need no thought control."
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| I am you and what I see is me. |
[27 Sep 2005|04:26pm] |
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Pink Floyd - Echoes |
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Jeff Lindgren bought a digital delay pedal last night.
Prepare for psychedelia. This is going to be music for people who understand quality. Mainly, this is going to be music that Jeff and I would choose to listen to, because it's our band and we could give a fuck less about you fags.
Friday, we will be putting together some new tunes. I'm excited.
The revolution is upon us. Prepare yourselves.
Also, Vicky Poole and company are on Myspace now? That's not very cool. The police deleted Neil's myspace page and that's not very cool. Also, if any of you creepy weirdo administrators are reading this (if you're a teacher and we're down, it's all good, I guess.), get the hell out of our personal lives. Especially our internet lives. Fucking dorks.
And, you know what else sucks? There is nothing good on TV at 4:00. I just found out today that That 70s Show is on at 3:00 now, so that was nice. And, I'm happy that they're starting to play that show all the time. Good call on there part.
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| Fare you well. Fare you well. I love you more than words can tell. |
[26 Sep 2005|03:00pm] |
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Fare you well, Neil.
I don't know that your funeral did you justice. I really feel that the pastor shouldn't have told us about himself. And, I was hoping to hear "Brokedown Palace." I feel like that's what you would have wanted.
Rest in peace, my friend.
We all miss you.
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[24 Sep 2005|11:55am] |
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Rest in peace, Neil Linquist. You were a hell of a lot cooler than most people I know. You will be missed.
Yesterday was a really fucked up day. There's no way to prepare yourself for the loss of a friend. Everybody was so upset. It was a bad day.
After school, Jeff picked me up, we went and saw Danny at Happy Joes, then met up with Anna, Emily, Andrew, Chris, Max, and Bryce at Crossroads and just chilled there. Bryce, Jeff, and I went to Subway, then we came back to Crossroads and Greg, Jake, Jordan, and Curt were there. We played football and I knocked Curt over. Haha.
Eventually Matt and Justin Forsythe came. It was a pretty good time.
Anyway, then, Bryce, Jeff, and I went over to Ashley's and hung out for a while. Bryce picked up Austin and we all just chilled for a while.
I had to be home at like 10:30, so Jeff and I went to my house and watched my Pink Floyd DVD.
Then, Tori came over around midnight and we chilled out on my backporch for a while and then watched one of my Grateful Dead DVDs in my basement. It was fun.
Today, I don't know what I'm doing.
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| Whatever happened to my rock and roll? |
[22 Sep 2005|10:19pm] |
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BRMC - Whatever Happened to My Rock and Roll |
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Bands that I've been digging lately-
-Black Mountain
-The Brian Jonestown Massacre
-The Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
-The Dandy Warhols
-Dead Meadow
-Pink Floyd
-The Grateful Dead
-A Fir-Ju Well
-The Out Crowd
My dream is to go on at least one tour around the country. Everyday, I sit in class and imagine how amazing it would be to just ride from place to place, play shows, meet people, smoke pot, make music.
I know that it'd be a hard life with a lot of things fucking up, but honestly, it's what I want.
I'm afraid that I'm going to grow up and lose my passion; that I'll end up selling out, forgetting about who I am, lose my Pat-ness, and working in a cubicle.
Jeff and I are reminiscing about the old days, the band, and all the classic songs - Our Lives Bleeding, Remnants, Reflections on the Snow, and the crowd favorite, Chemical Bliss.
Even though those songs sucked horribly, it was so much fun.
I can't wait to make music again.
I remember going into seventh grade when Jeff and I first decided to start a band. That was so long ago. We were so lame. I remember the exact day, we were sitting at K-Mart with Pete Garvey and we were planning out our band. Jeff decided he wanted to play the guitar. Pete offered to play the trumpet, haha.
And, I remember even before I hung out with Jeff, Eric and I always used to want to be in a band. When we were little, we used to play band games in my basement. We would pretend to be dudes with crazy hair and tattoos and piercings and all that. That's funny.
All my life, I've wanted one thing. I still want it. I'm not going to give up. I can't give up. I have no talent, but neither does Blink 182 and they're millionaires.
But, seriously, it's my dream. And, I hope to god that I don't grow up and give up. I remember a long time ago, on the way to band practice, Jeff's mom told us to never give up on music. That if it's truely our dream, we should never give up.
She also told us that money is not the most important thing in the world; that we should live our lives and not worry about money so much.
I think that's a pretty valuable lesson. I know I'm only sixteen and I don't know anything about the world, but I do know one thing - I will start a new band.
I will. I have to do this.
"I fell in love with a sweet sensation
I gave my heart to a simple cause
I gave my soul to a new religion
Whatever happened to you...
Whatever happened to our rock and roll
Whatever happened to my rock and roll?"
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| I want to start a band. |
[20 Sep 2005|04:46pm] |
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Black Mountain - Buffalo Swan |
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I really want to start a band.
I wrote this song today. Please read it. Leave comments, I want honest feedback. If it sucks, tell me.
-Live to Exist (The Haze Still Lingers)-
Won’t give away what you all try to take
It’s mine and you’ll stand by and watch me waste
The written word will free me from this place
For now, I’ll breathe in and get a taste
Escape yourself and live free
Closed eye visuals, suburban fantasy
Escape myself and let you see
There’s much more to this life I lead
Explanations came up short
And you cast me aside
Let the cool breeze abort
So, I escape deep inside
To subconscious, I’ll hide
Don’t resist, just live to exist
The haze still lingers on my lips
Come on, God, give me a kiss
Escape yourself and be set free
Eyes blind with red, now you can see
Escape the mundane and start to believe
There’s much more to this life I lead
If anyone is interested in jamming out to some psychedelic rock and roll with Jeff and I, speak now. We need more people.
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| Fuck this. |
[19 Sep 2005|10:11pm] |
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Widespread Panic - Barstools and Dreamers |
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I can't go to Widespread Panic.
God dammit. I guess that means the ticket is for sale.
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| Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. |
[17 Sep 2005|09:03pm] |
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The Brian Jonestown Massacre - All Around You |
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Current mood :: Sorta bored.
Current music :: Bob Marley - Is This Love?
Current taste :: I can still sort of taste the chicken bacon ranch pizza I just ate.
Current hair :: Shaggy, curly, you know how it is.
Current clothes :: Jeans, Sheffields shirt, socks, boxers.
Current Annoyance :: Nothing really.
Current smell :: See above.
Current desktop picture :: Dead Meadow.
Current favorite band :: Well, I don't really know. I've listened to Scarlet Begonias about nine times today, so let's say The Grateful Dead.
Current book :: From A Buick8 - Stephen King. I need to finish it and do my project tomorrow. Fuck.
Current cd in stereo :: I don't even know. It's been in there for a long time, whatever it is.
Current crush :: My grandma's friend was looking pretty hot earlier. She's a little old for me though.
Current hate :: Black people. Jay kay!!! i <3 them!
DO I
Have a dream that keeps coming back? :: No, actually. All of my dreams are different. Last night, I dreamt that my mom caught me getting stoned at a dance recital/Grateful Dead concert.
Read the newspaper? :: If I see a headline that interests me.
Believe in miracles? :: Mommy said that I'm a miracle.
Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever? :: Yeah, but it'd probably be pretty damn hard.
Consider yourself tolerant of others? :: Yeah, I can tolerate a lot. But, keep in mind, just because I tolerate you doesn't mean I like you. It also doesn't mean I don't talk shit about you behind your back, because I'm an asshole like that.
Consider love a mistake? :: I wouldn't really know. I guess if you fell in love with what you thought was a hot girl and they ended up having a wiener, then yeah, big mistake. Not that that ever happened to me or anything... Uh...
Have a favorite candy? :: I like gummi worms and stuff, I guess.
Go to or plan to go to college? :: Yeah.
Have any piercings? :: I pierced my butt last night. It's so kewt!
Hate yourself :: Yeah. That's why I used to wear all black all the time. That's also why I carved MARYLIN MANNSON RULEZ into my ankle.
Have an obsession? :: Musick. I spelled it with a 'k' at the end, because I listen to all sorts of fucked up, crazy, sick, twisted shit. Like, have you heard the new BSB?!?!
Have a secret crush? :: Nah.
Do they know yet? :: Well, technically, could it be considered a secret if they knew?
Care about your looks :: Yeah, so totally much. I got this new herbal exfoliating face cream at Bath and Body Works today that is supposed to really help unclog my pours. And, I totally gained three pounds. Ugh, I'm such a heffer!
LOVE LIFE
Ever been in love? :: Negatory.
Do you believe in love at first sight? :: "You're the one thing I believe in, and I know quite well what I've got to do."
Do you believe in "the one?" :: If there is only one person for me out there, I bet she's some fat, hideous eskimo bitch. Or maybe she's an aboriginee or something.
LAST THING YOU
Bought :: McDonald's. Numero cuatro.
Ate :: Pizza.
Drank :: Diet Pepsi.
Read :: This question? - KATE, I SO KEPT UR ANSWER!
Watched on tv :: I watched Mean Girls with my sisters. I want to give Lindsey Lohan the turbo. Badly.
EITHER/ OR
Club or houseparty :: House. But, I heard Club Energy is totally sweet.
Single or taken :: Single.
Pen or pencil :: Pens. I also dig mechanical pencils.
Gloves or mittens :: Gloves.
Food or candy :: Food.
Cassette or cd :: CD.
Coke or pepsi :: Lately, I've been digging Coke a lot more than Pepsi.
This or that :: That
WHO DO YOU WANT TO
Look like :: Darth Vader.
Be like :: Darth Vader.
Avoid :: Darth Vader.
LAST PERSON YOU
Talked to :: Hana.
Hugged :: I don't know. Somebody at school yesterday, probably.
Instant messaged :: Andy Bierbaum.
WHERE DO YOU
Eat :: In between your mommy's legs. Ooooooooo, what?
Cry :: Boys don't cry.
Wish you were :: Perdido Key, Florida, at my condo with all my friends, beer, and a bunch of reefer. And, maybe some mushrooms.
HAVE YOU EVER
Dated one of your best friends? :: Yes.
Loved somebody so much it makes you cry? :: That reminds me of that one Nirvana song. I haven't listened to Nirvana in years.
Broken the law? :: Yes.
Run away from home? :: When I was little, I packed up all my shit and went and hid in the greenbelt for like fifteen minutes.
Broken a bone? :: No.
Played Truth Or Dare? :: Oh yeah. Couple times.
Kissed someone you didn't know? :: No, but I would. Because I am cuh-razy.
Come close to dying? :: Oh yeah. Couple times.
WHAT IS
Your bedroom like? :: It's forest green and tan and big.
Your favorite restaurant? :: I don't know.
What's on your bedside table? :: A bunch of pens, a lamp, a few books, a phone, retainer case, other shit.
What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night? :: It depends. If there are good leftovers from earlier that night, then I eat that. I like to make really big, complicated, inventive sandwiches. One time, I woke up at like two in the morning and made a sandwich. And, my mom and sister were downstairs and thought it was so weird. Fuck 'em.
What is your secret guaranteed weeping movie? :: Uh, I don't know about weeping, but the ending of Blow and the ending of The 25th Hour really depressed me.
What is your biggest fear? :: Loved ones dying.
Do you ever have to beg? :: For sex. And, it doesn't really help. I should just become a nun or something.
Do you know anyone famous? :: Robbin told me he thinks I'm going to be famous one day. "Because...you're PAT, man."
Spontaneous or plain? :: My spontaneity gets me into trouble sometimes.
Do you know how to play poker? Not really. My brother taught me, so I used to know, but I kind of forgot.
What do you carry with you at all times? :: I try to have my cell phone and my wallet always.
How do you drive? :: Like a badass...or a grandma. Whatever.
What do you miss most about being little? :: Getting really happy and excited about things like Happy Meals. And, getting sweet new action figures on Christmas.
Are you happy with your given name? :: It's aight.
What color is your bedroom? :: Tan and green.
Do you like yourself and believe in yourself? I like myself, yeah, but I definitely don't believe in my self.
Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? :: Yeah. Most other people do too, I think. Except the people that I've been an asshole to. I'm sure those people think I'm a dick.
Do you spend more time with your girlfriend, boyfriend, or your friends? :: Friends.
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| You're living a lie, cause it makes you happy. |
[14 Sep 2005|09:25pm] |
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The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Oh Lord |
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So, I'm not grounded.
What the fuck?
I don't even know. I got into the car tonight after work and my mom told me I wasn't grounded, but I'm still in trouble.
Here are the terms of my punishment-
-I can only drive to and from school and work.
-I can't hang out after school.
-I'm not allowed to drive on the weekends.
-If I go out on the weekend, it can only be for a few hours.
-When I get home, I have to wake up the parents and let them check my eyes out.
-I have to study for two hours a day, including Saturday and Sunday.
-I have to wear my retainer to bed.
Hahahaha, I swear to god the retainer part was on her list.
But, I'm fucking happy about this. And, after a while, things will be back to normal. But, I think that it'll be good to cut down on my intake of mind altering substances for a while anyway.
And, I might still be able to go to Widespread Panic. Fucking right.
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| A Fir-Ju Well was tonight. |
[13 Sep 2005|10:45pm] |
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Thanks to everybody who went.
I had a great time. Tonight is a night that I will probably remember for the rest of my life. While A Fir-Ju Well played, I tried my hardest to live that moment. I wish it could have gone on forever. Bliss.
It also felt great to know that I put something together. I've always wanted to, I've always said I was going to do it, and I finally did and it felt good.
Nick Frampton is a really nice guy, but the crowd his band brought were all fucking stuckup scenester fags. They wouldn't even watch A Fir-Ju Well, which I thought was pretty disrespectful. But, then again, I didn't watch them.
Except at the end when I raised my fists into an X above my head and headbanged. That was fucking hxc.
For future reference, don't mix a hardcore band and a psychedelic rock band. While there are some people in this world that can dig both types of music, it just didn't really work that well.
Now, it's over. And, I'm fucking grounded. I kept pushing it out of my mind all day. I had one last awesome night, but now the night's over and I'll be going to bed soon. And, waking up feeling so shitty.
This is a fucking bad thing that happened yesterday. I haven't really acknowledged that to myself yet, but it is starting to sink in.
"We're hitting a new low."
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| Well, fuck. |
[12 Sep 2005|10:49pm] |
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None right now. |
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"Let's pretend that it's summer
And a bright sunny day.
And, I am feeling so happy
Cause the clouds went away."
Summer is over. The excellence of Briarpatch this weekend was the final blowout. And, today, was the end.
The end of the period of my life that I'll look back on fondly as one of the best summers of my life. I had some great times these past few months. But, I can't keep holding on to the lifestyle that I lived over the summer. Things are different now. There are rules.
Rule number one should be that you cannot come home obviously stoned.
That rule was broken today and I have yet to receive the consequences.
This is what I told Kate earlier and this is what I think. Today happened for a reason. Today happened two days after my amazing weekend because it had to. It's time to stop fucking around. Today was my wakeup call.
-My car is taken away and my dad doesn't know whether or not he will sell it. That sucks.
-My mom said she'll be finding a counselor, "someone to talk to" about my drug problem.
Drug problem. Whatever.
A Fir-Ju Well is still on for tomorrow. Whether or not I will be present is to be determined, however if I am unable to attend, Billy will be in charge of the show. Everyone still go.
Today is the end of an era. And, the beginning of a new one.
Here's to sobriety. Cheers.
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I'm so kicked.
Last night was Briarpatch. It was the last one of the year and it was so much fucking fun. God damn.
Pretty much everyone was there. It was a massive party. I bought a pipe. Mr Baber's Neighbors: The Solar String Band were fucking sweet. I almost died when they covered I Know You Rider.
Billy's tent was massive and only like three people slept in it. I think. I guess I don't really know.
Jordan Rinaldi is back in town for good. That's tight.
Great fucking night. I wonder if any of the hippies will show up to A Fir-Ju Well. That'd be cool. I handed out flyers like whoa.
I lost my chair and Andrew's chair. I think they got stolen.
McDonalds breakfast this morning was so good.
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