still waters run deep!!! screamed the nun

skool sucks. it sucks baaad. i don't wanna go... english should go down the toilet where it belongs. too many tests. fuck midterms. i hate studying. you never feel like you do enough and i always focus on the wrong shit. i miss my friend. maybe that's why school wasn't so bad last year.
um. slight recap. monday night was fun. i love steve. lovelovelovelovelove. ha ha, not like that. we did the rest of nice dream (that pattern is EEEVIL...) and ranted about our hate for iPods. not the people who have them (and who could blame them? the apple has pulled the fancy consumer wool over their eyes! *ramble*). um... basically because they make music less than what it is, it seems. they make it pixels on a screen, and people don't care about the albums or the cover art or anything anymore.... um. but i guess i might be wrong. maybe not everyone feels that way.
which leads me, semi, to tuesday. left school early to drive electra and marissa up to the airport. i LOVE long car rides. we drove past all these cool wireframe stuff. you know. and i wished i'd had my camera around... nnngh. got tired. i've been entrusted with subaru, electra's laptop, and took advantage of her itunes program by making my own playlist. ha ha. does that make me a hypocrite? i dunno. i wouldn't like to be one but i think the only way i could avoid it is by never saying anything. but even then i'd be one cause of this journal. i guess i say stuff i shouldn't. like one time i called someone an asshole but i really didn't mean it i just said it 'cause i was mad' (which is a horrid excuse for being mean, i know) and i think he found out and i got mad and i dunno. maybe this journal is a bad idea. "i just can't help thinking i've made a mistake..."
ba ba ba. and at guides ace kinda sat on my head. ha ha ha... i love ace, though. unconditionally maybe even. she got the punk vegan cookbook and says she'll make me the chumbawamba thing. wtf? chumbawamba isn't punk!!! XD kinda funny, though. she says i'm alternative. which makes me laugh. alternative is what you call music when you can't/dont' bother to know what it is. or, that's been my experience. i guess if i had to label i'd call ace punk.
school and ace make me think of julia. and how i've been with her, and all the other original mates of the class for more than i've been with my own SISTER. i think. most likely. that's really freaky. i mean like REALLY.
my violin was a bitch. due to days of not playing it was terribly out of tune. and due to lack of effort on my part the e never was fully tuned. sounded like shit. too tired to care... maybe. just played it all up on the a string for the e parts. inventive. 13 century french makes for fun..? um, maybe not, but it could be worse.

All Your Fears Are LIES

still waters run deep!!! screamed the nun

skool sucks. it sucks baaad. i don't wanna go... english should go down the toilet where it belongs. too many tests. fuck midterms. i hate studying. you never feel like you do enough and i always focus on the wrong shit. i miss my friend. maybe that's why school wasn't so bad last year.
um. slight recap. monday night was fun. i love steve. lovelovelovelovelove. ha ha, not like that. we did the rest of nice dream (that pattern is EEEVIL...) and ranted about our hate for iPods. not the people who have them (and who could blame them? the apple has pulled the fancy consumer wool over their eyes! *ramble*). um... basically because they make music less than what it is, it seems. they make it pixels on a screen, and people don't care about the albums or the cover art or anything anymore.... um. but i guess i might be wrong. maybe not everyone feels that way.
which leads me, semi, to tuesday. left school early to drive electra and marissa up to the airport. i LOVE long car rides. we drove past all these cool wireframe stuff. you know. and i wished i'd had my camera around... nnngh. got tired. i've been entrusted with subaru, electra's laptop, and took advantage of her itunes program by making my own playlist. ha ha. does that make me a hypocrite? i dunno. i wouldn't like to be one but i think the only way i could avoid it is by never saying anything. but even then i'd be one cause of this journal. i guess i say stuff i shouldn't. like one time i called someone an asshole but i really didn't mean it i just said it 'cause i was mad' (which is a horrid excuse for being mean, i know) and i think he found out and i got mad and i dunno. maybe this journal is a bad idea. "i just can't help thinking i've made a mistake..."
ba ba ba. and at guides ace kinda sat on my head. ha ha ha... i love ace, though. unconditionally maybe even. she got the punk vegan cookbook and says she'll make me the chumbawamba thing. wtf? chumbawamba isn't punk!!! XD kinda funny, though. she says i'm alternative. which makes me laugh. alternative is what you call music when you can't/dont' bother to know what it is. or, that's been my experience. i guess if i had to label i'd call ace punk.
school and ace make me think of julia. and how i've been with her, and all the other original mates of the class for more than i've been with my own SISTER. i think. most likely. that's really freaky. i mean like REALLY.
my violin was a bitch. due to days of not playing it was terribly out of tune. and due to lack of effort on my part the e never was fully tuned. sounded like shit. too tired to care... maybe. just played it all up on the a string for the e parts. inventive. 13 century french makes for fun..? um, maybe not, but it could be worse.

All Your Fears Are LIES