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phat beats

9-10-'xx: 12:40pm

[ i drive myself crazy (JC version): *nsync ]

ok, so i'm totally ripping taco off and i'm taking her song-i'm-listening-to-at-the-moment thing. but it's cool, so it doesn't matter i'm ripping it off, right? haha. and i could kick her ass, anyway, so it doesn't matter.

another sunday where i wake up and it's cloudy and depressing so i have no clue what time it is. and i look at the clock, and of course it's like...11:30am.

[ cycling is fun: shonen knife ]

that depressed me because it felt like 8am or sometihng. so i rolled over and decided to sleep for like 15 more minutes.

AUGH! who cares about that, all of the sudden i have the worst headache. i'm still in my pajammas. i made myself two bowls of oatmeal and am currently drinking my last diet coke. it only took me a week to finish off like, a whole case. which is sad, when you really think about it. actually...i have one left in my band locker. joy!

y'know...i'm thinking [ ha! ]...this isn't terrebly poetic or interesting. i know, i say tha tover and over but it seems like everyone else has these wonderful little journal/diaries/logs or what-have-you and they're all poetic and shit and here i am...yeah, i'm still in my pajammas. talking about diet coke. i should win the nobel prize, i swear.

[ keeping warm in the nighttime: pinhead gunpowder ]

i really have to practice my violin today. because lessons start up tomorrow. but every time i think about lessons and practicing, i get tired. i get tired every time i think about doing something i have to do. i don't know why. i think it partially has something to do with this god-awful weather. i like rain and all, but it makes me lazy, really.

[ now you know i do: the plus ones ]

god, i love this song. i have to stop and sing along. this kitchen has pretty good acoustics.

[ i get around: the beach boys ]

it's just hard to sing and type at the same time, that's all. anyway. where was i?

was i ANYWHERE?

ben has got a super-rockin' b-log up now. whatever a b-log is. it's like this except for people who actually know what the hell they're doing, i guess. anyway, so he was talking about breakdancing and that reminded me of freshman year...

[ semi-ok: the mr t exeprience ]

...when there would be a group of kids in the 300 hall at lunch who'd have little breakdancing competitions. and they were actually prety good most of the time. there's this guy in the marhcing band, pat...he breakdances. everyone talks about it being an 80's thing but...it made a comback! ha!

ben's also going to see weezer today. he saw MTX last week. YES, i AM jealous. who do i get to see? the southridge marching band. wooooo hooo.

[ keep sleeping: the rentals ]

and i don't know if i mentioned this yesterday, but the southridge colourguard...whooooo. it was in the zone. which means that i was embarassed for them, just watching it. they obviously weren't even trying, and for the few that were...they made the rest look even more terrible. i wanted to cover my eyes. i mean, sometimes, guards just look bad even though they try, and y'know...you don't say anything really because the effort is there. but i KNOW southridge can do beter. someone needs to give them a pep talk. lane would CRUCIFY us if we went out there and pulled a show like they did. i swear.

[ just another magic moment: the bomb bassets ]

and speaking of marhcing band...our first performance is on friday. it just snuck up on me...i kept thinking that i's not for awhile now, not for awhile...but i forgot that time actually passes. it kinda gets me thinking to deeper things...that it's going to seem like nothing before june 9th when i walk up there and get that little folder without the diploma in it and everyone cheers.

[ imagine: the bomb bassets ]

yeah, i know, that sounds cheesy and all, thinking toward the future. i can here the glorious fanfare in the background when i talk about it and all...butin all seriousness...it's scary. i still feel like a little kid, y'know?

ugh. but it makes me feel corny just THINKING about it.

[ once more without feeling: pinhead gunpowder ]

i was e-mailing will today recalling funny people at the football game. like...the two kids in the corner making out. i mean...you have to pay to get into away games whether you have your card or not...and they obviously weren't watching the game. so it's like...they paid to make out. why not just go home and make out? it would be cheaper, i'm sure.

[ rehashed: sicko ]

okay. i think that my rambling is a cue to get offline, take a shower, get dressed, and do something. practice. practice practice practice.

word to your gramma.

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