Tuesday, February 21, 2006

If You Could See Inside My Head, Then You Would Start To Understand the Things I Value In My Heart...

Well. I had a mighty eventful weekend...Here's a quick recap.

Friday:
This was some of the most fun I've ever had in my entire life. I drove to Dahlonega and met up with "In the Shadow of Victory" at Wal*Mart then went to the place where their show was. It was a birthday party for some girl I didn't know, and I wasn't officially invited, but Gabe said it was cool, so yea...I was there. I totally didn't know what to get for a present so I ran out to my car and grabbed an An Act of My Own demo and some buttons. I signed the demo and I was good to go. She loved it. Then the band played, which was spectacular as usual. After that, we had this huuuuuge dance-off to "ChaChaSlide," took a bunch of pictures, and me and David played "The Cover Song." Easily the most fun I've EVER had at a birthday party. Made several new friends too which is always good. Oh, and because we're so metal, David, Phillip, Matt, and I ate lemons! Unpealed! Anytime I get a chance to hang out with any of those people, I'm taking it.



Saturday:
I wake up and I'm off. It was raining / snowing / sleeting and I was driving down this windy backroad to Hayesville, the town next to mine, to see relatives that were up for the weekend. Well, my car has a slight pull to the right due to unallignment. So I'm going through everything and I'm almost there, until I hit this one curve with a ton of standing water on it, when I proceeded to go off the edge of the road on the right. I overcorrect, going into a swerve into the other lane. I didn't even see the other car coming nor have any time to hit the brakes. If I had blinked, I wouldn't have known what happened.

As soon as I regain my senses, I jump out of my car and fall over. My knee is swollen like mad. I can't see anything either -- the powder from the airbag has gotten into my eyes, blinding me with an array of white, black, and red. The first thing I do is ask if everyone is ok. This guy seems more concerned about his truck (which wasn't that great anyway). So I'm stumbling around, cold, blind, hurting, and apologizing. And my aunt calls. Hallelujah. She immediate leaves my grandma's house (where we were gonna meet) and comes to help. The cops and emergency people get there and everything gets cleaned up. I get my ticket and I got of VERY lightly -- My only charge was "failure to maintain lane."

Sadly, my insurance will now be astronomically high. I'm having to get a job and miss out on a lot of the things I love to do, including setting up, going to, and playing shows. Although these 2 things suck, I'm just happy that no one was injured besides a couple scratches and bruises. Now to find a ride to the Taking Lottie Home and In the Shadow of Victory shows on Thursday and Friday...




Sunday:

I wake up to my brother poking me. Time to go clean out my car. Everything that was in there has been spilt and scattered everywhere, including schoolwork. One of my pet peaves, though -- My CD booklets were bent and cases were cracked. Argh. Only one was broken, but it was kinda special, I guess...It was the test copy of the CD I made Beth for Christmas called "Death Metal" (no, it wasn't really death metal). Oh well...Anyway, I cleaned all the crap outta my car and it's now in a bag in my room. To add on to how awesome my weekend has gone so far, I didn't get a message from Beth 'til about 2 hours after she left it...Too late to do anything. That was the worst part of the day.


Monday:

School. Woohoo. News obviously spread quickly about my little car-crashy-go-boom. By the time homeroom rolled around, everyone knew about it. I don't care that they knew, it's just that people wouldn't leave me alone with questions. "Why did you wreck?" "Oh, I didn't like the way the guy looked so I hit him...I just wanted to raise my insurance too." Ergh. I hate stupid people / questions. Ed is hassling me about Ef'd crap. I mean, I wanna help, but he has to understand that I can't do all this designing crap on my own. I've got other priorities, including healing, finding a new car, possibly a job, practicing with the band(s), all that. He's starting to take all this really seriously and it's not meant to be a serious thing at all... It's not just Ed, though...It seems to be a lot of people lately. Kinda reminds me of the lyric by Casey: "...and I find it kind of funny that I only hear from you when you need a favor...Last time I checked that's not the way that friendship works. Maybe they rewrote the book on that one, or maybe there's a sign on my back that says 'use me.' If that's the case can a real friend please take it down?" Blah, oh well. I need to stop complaining. It's always been this way and probably always will. I'll manage.

Anyway, it's like 11:30, my fingers hurt, and I'm done typing.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

My Genes Didn't Bless Me With the Foresight of a Sage but I Know How This Will End...In Apologies and Ink on the Page...

...A slowly constructed crow quilled confession of my spirit to all of you.


Man, I was totally gonna write in this thing today, but I've gotta go. Tomorrow, though!



EDIT: Ok, so it's tomorrow now.


Not much has been going on since I last posted in here, which I think was a bit over a week ago.

- I have developed a growing obsession with Circle Takes the Square.
- I couldn't get into Multimedia for Drivers' Ed, so I got Krieger instead, which was a plus because Beth told me to get someone with 2nd lunch, and lo and behold, Krieger has 2nd lunch. Sadly, a bunch of retards (Alex Litman, Jake Wentzik, Ian Stewart) see me in there and decide to sit with me, completely ruining any conversations that may occur. I think Beth has decided to go into 1st lunch now anyway. So yea...whenever she's not in there, I go to the gym with Michael and walk around.
- I finally got around to reading the book Stephanie let me borrow.
- I need to send out a bunch of mailorders and return my amp.
- I still need a ride to the Taking Lottie Home show on the 23rd.
- Tomorrow night I'm hanging out with In the Shadow of Victory, then watching them play.
- Saturday I think my aunt's coming to see my grandparents in Hayesville...Probably go over there for a bit
- Saturday we may also be recording vocals for Dawn On the Inside.
- I might put the blonde streak in my hair on Saturday, too. I doubt it, though.



Anyway, I've got a killer headache and no one reads this anyway. Peace thugs.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

I am an idiot. I had my whole weekend planned on for the end of this month. I bought tickets to the Taking Lottie Home / Sherwood / Walking Ashland / Mashlin show at The Masquerade on Friday the 23rd, made plans to stay in Atlanta (with my aunt) then catch In the Shadow of Victory's show the next night.


I looked at the calendar wrong. The 23rd is on a Thursday. Which pretty much shoots everything in the face. Now I've gotta find a ride on that day, and try to convince my dad to let me drive down to Kennesaw to the In the Shadow of Victory show.

Blah. I suck.

I can't believe it took me this long to notice.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

How's It Feel To Be So Far Away From Me...

I've come to the realization that I can never seem to do anything right. I'm still the kid that not many people like and no one wants to hang out with. Same as it's always been and probably always will be. I'm not gonna change. I don't think I can. I'm gonna be a mundane person for the rest of my life.





Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
There was nothing nobody could say
Me and you we’ve known each other ever since we were sixteen
I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you
Just to say goodbye bobby jean

Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their noise
We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes
We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we’d ever
Seen
Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye bobby jean

Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid
Now there ain’t nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
Maybe you’ll be out there on that road somewhere
In some bus or train traveling along
In some motel room there’ll be a radio playing
And you’ll hear me sing this song
Well if you do you’ll know I’m thinking of you and all the miles in between
And I’m just calling one last time not to change your mind
But just to say I miss you baby, good luck goodbye, bobby jean