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12:30pm 07/12/2006
  So I was thinking about stuff. So then I thought, "hey, maybe this is when I am supposed to write in that journal thinger." So here I am.

I was reading in the paper today about Dick Cheney's lesbian daughter being pregnant. That was a wacky article. I read some of the most hateful and ignorant shit in that thing. People saying that their baby would never experience the same amount of love of a mother and father with two mothers.

It was nuts. Some of these people are seriously deluded. They were also saying that unless they moved out of Virgina, that her partner would never be the legal guardian of the baby because of certain Virgina laws. Thus, that state should float off into the ocean.

That is going to be my new solution for everything. "That shit needs to float off into the ocean, and sink." That and, "Just tape it to your cock." Because we all know that solves everything.

So I am playing a Christmas song, at a Christmas party on Monday. I have realized recently that I shouldn't play Christmas songs. So I am sure this is going to be one hell of an experience. I guess that is why we all have the things we do, because that is the shit we are good at. So don't stray from that, or you will suck. Hahaha. WTF am I talking about.

Anyway, it should be grand. Hopefully it will be recorded in some form or another so I can share the disaster with all of you.

Well yeah.		  
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I am a victim of my own lack of nut havings.   
01:20pm 18/11/2006
 
mood: indifferent
music: Marcus Bently
So I guess that was about a two year break. It seems that is what I do with this thing. Apparently I am only compelled to write a journal entry of any kind once every year or two.
I guess that last time I came back I wrote two entries. Seems like a fairly arbitrary detail.
Whatever. I am back. Who knows if this strangely pathetic word jumble is all that will come from it. I guess we'll see.
Truly the only thing that made me even look is Tess. Damn you Tess and your persistent demanding of things in my life. Damn me for always darting out to follow those commands like a german shepherd on the police force.
What the hell am I talking about.
See this is why I avoid these things. I just write non sensical shit and then I feel like a jackass.
Okay bye.		  
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Holy Crap, did I just update?   
02:20pm 27/11/2004
 
mood: tired
music: Butterflies - Minipop
Oh my oh my. You know its hard for me when I actually talk myself into getting a job after a couple years. I go in, I can stand there for a long time, I can make nothing, or I can make tons of money. I don't understand. Well, I do understand, but I would feel a lot better if I didn't understand. At that point I could just bitch about it like everyone else, looking for some explanation when really they just need to shut up and deal with it. Sometimes business is slow. Why do you have to analyze it, especially when you are far to retarded to come to any kind of conclusion anyway. I am now realizing just how intense the animosity I feel for work is.
*Looks outside* Lots o' snow.
Its so cold, snow should be warm and fluffy instead of cold and wet. I would be a lot more willing to go play in it. In fact, I would probably sleep outside.
I need to write a new song today. So many days to prepare and so little motivation. Why is it easier to talk myself into writing songs 5 days before a show, rather than a month before a show? Oh right, because if I don't do it at that point, I would be fucked.
Words Words Words Words.
I wrote some new lyrics the other day for one of our newest songs. Its real fun stuff. I want to put them here, but I feel its so much easier to type nonsense than meaningful words that have already been written. Kitten, smitten, mitten, spitten, thats about good. I got a new phone. I can pay for it now with the job that I won't analyze.		  
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Generally Happy People Are The Most Dangerous   
09:46pm 30/08/2004
 
mood: anxious
music: Xiu Xiu - Fabulous Muscles
AAaaagggghhhhhhhhh. I hate school. More than anything. I can't do it anymore. I am sick of trying. I will finish however. I just need a small break. Or maybe a semi-large break. I went to a class today to try and add it. There are only two of these classes available. Both are taught in the same 120 person capacity room. So I wake up at 8 o'clock to go to this class. I sit through the whole thing, I even take notes. At the end of class I go to ask the teacher if I can get an add code, and he says NO because I wasn't there the first two days of class, even though I had been trying to figure out what fucking classes I was supposed to take. He tells me, "the class is full." So I proceed to include him in my observation that half of the seats were empty. He then said, that he had reached his enrollment cap and that he had to think in terms of all the grades he has to do. So answer me this, what the fuck do you need all those seats for then. This is the guy:


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Paul Rose

So as I drove home angry, I decided I would email the teacher of the other available class, which, remember, is taught in the same room. I tell him of my dilema and of how the other teacher was an ass. He wrote me back, and very politely told me of how he had the same problem as the other teacher, his class was full. Only this time, the teachers class really was full, in fact, it was 5 people past the fire code, and he was extremely polite to boot. So while this guy is busting his ass to be a real teacher, there are schlubs walking around half filling classes to lighten their workload. I hate school, did I mention that?

Okay fuck school. My band is trying to finish our cd, it is supposed to be done like this Thursday, so aside from all of my school drama, there is much ass busting going down to get this cd finished. It sounds good, but I want it to be great. So I have been recording and re-recording just to make sure everything sounds as it is supposed to. Its almost there. I wish that I could just do this stuff all the time and not have to worry about school. I wish that I could walk up to my room and pack my bags to go on tour tomorrow, and hang out with all of the cool people I have met through making this music. Some of those people may even be reading this. Damn, I need to get shit sorted, I need to pay some bills, keep writing the music, so its better every time, and forget about school for just a little while.		  
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It made my pecker flutter like a pigeon having a heart attack   
11:13pm 01/08/2004
  So, I finally am doing this livejournal thing. I hope it makes me so popular that my eyes pop out of my head and my pants so tight that my balls get sucked up inside newly developed hernia openings. I guess, well, so it seems, that I know quite a few people on here. Hopefully in time I can track them all down so that they can read all the most intimate inner workings of my brain and events of my life. That is what you do here right? I haven't had a journal since I was 10, it seems fitting that I am such a nerd and now on my newest journal crusade it happens to be online. Damn the long dong day of the fiery pit of the ancient poon job for my geekness.  
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