I was sad. Now I am a little better. Note: I am a moody piece of work. Please be aware of that when pursuing my charming yet obligatory nature. Don't get reeled in without taking heed. Don't become attached without reading the owner's manual. Don't say things you don't mean. Don't try on clothes you never plan to buy.
You wouldn't hire a clown to fix a leak in the john...
My cat chewed through my 40th pair of headphones in two years. Now I am seriously deprived. I am listening to the Garden State soundtrack on extremely shitty makeshift 'phones. It makes me feel inadequate and insufficient and many other words that begin with the prefix "in." Buy me some new headphones and I'll buy you a way into Heaven. OK. Maybe I can't exactly do that much for you.
My Valentine's Day consisted of eating mass quantities of Hershey's Hugs. Yay.
Driving in your car, I never never want to go home.
Because I haven't got one. No, I haven't got one.
I had a pleasant weekend spending time con mi hermana Shannon y mi amigo bueno Nevin, or truextilxdeath. After some fine Mexican dining with my parents, Shannon and I picked up Nevin and went on a three and half hour cruise around the city and somewhat outside of the city as well. We went to Sinn Road and investigated the mutinous railroad tracks. We went to the gas station and robbed their cappuccino and "steamer" supply. We listened to mixed tapes. We visited my grandma's farm and peed beside the barn (that was just Shannon and me). We ventured into the barn on a mountain lion hunt. Alas, we found no such animal. We did find my uncle's antique car and we left messages on the dusty windows. I neglected to take a picture of that. We then trampled through some mud and spent a great deal of time trying to rid ourselves of said mud. T'was not an easy task. We then returned to the car and drove through the bleak countryside singing along to Coheed and Cambria. We visited his friend Dean's house in hopes of seeing an admirer of mua, but no dice. A highway patrol car was on my ass the entire way there and I began to fear for my licenseless ass. But all was well. By the way, truextilxdeath is a very cool guy with unbelievable talents. You should go and tell him so since he's a little flustered with stupid people as of late.
Take me out tonight. Take me anywhere, I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.
And in the darkened underpass, I thought oh God, my chance has come at last.
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask.
There is a light and it never goes out.
Remember that history teacher I had a crush on in 8th grade? His wife is a dental hygienist. She cleaned my teeth today. I felt very strange sitting there with her scraping on my teeth for an hour. But LOOK, MA! NO CAVITIES. Remember. Kelland has never had a cavity. That is why she is special and you love her. I was very amused by the fish tank in the waiting room. There resided a plastic lobster that looked as though it had a half-smoken cigarette in one claw. Also, a very friendly-looking shark ornament glared at me through the glass. Both were not exactly comforting.
I spent almost two hours Friday having two strangers take my picture. Time after time after time after time. I felt like the biggest, most lanky, most awkward weirdo alive.
Thank you all for the beautiful words and images in my last journal.
Oh, please don't drop me home.
Because it's not my home, it's their home.
And I'm welcome no more.
You wouldn't hire a clown to fix a leak in the john...
My cat chewed through my 40th pair of headphones in two years. Now I am seriously deprived. I am listening to the Garden State soundtrack on extremely shitty makeshift 'phones. It makes me feel inadequate and insufficient and many other words that begin with the prefix "in." Buy me some new headphones and I'll buy you a way into Heaven. OK. Maybe I can't exactly do that much for you.
My Valentine's Day consisted of eating mass quantities of Hershey's Hugs. Yay.
Driving in your car, I never never want to go home.
Because I haven't got one. No, I haven't got one.
I had a pleasant weekend spending time con mi hermana Shannon y mi amigo bueno Nevin, or truextilxdeath. After some fine Mexican dining with my parents, Shannon and I picked up Nevin and went on a three and half hour cruise around the city and somewhat outside of the city as well. We went to Sinn Road and investigated the mutinous railroad tracks. We went to the gas station and robbed their cappuccino and "steamer" supply. We listened to mixed tapes. We visited my grandma's farm and peed beside the barn (that was just Shannon and me). We ventured into the barn on a mountain lion hunt. Alas, we found no such animal. We did find my uncle's antique car and we left messages on the dusty windows. I neglected to take a picture of that. We then trampled through some mud and spent a great deal of time trying to rid ourselves of said mud. T'was not an easy task. We then returned to the car and drove through the bleak countryside singing along to Coheed and Cambria. We visited his friend Dean's house in hopes of seeing an admirer of mua, but no dice. A highway patrol car was on my ass the entire way there and I began to fear for my licenseless ass. But all was well. By the way, truextilxdeath is a very cool guy with unbelievable talents. You should go and tell him so since he's a little flustered with stupid people as of late.
Take me out tonight. Take me anywhere, I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.
And in the darkened underpass, I thought oh God, my chance has come at last.
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask.
There is a light and it never goes out.
Remember that history teacher I had a crush on in 8th grade? His wife is a dental hygienist. She cleaned my teeth today. I felt very strange sitting there with her scraping on my teeth for an hour. But LOOK, MA! NO CAVITIES. Remember. Kelland has never had a cavity. That is why she is special and you love her. I was very amused by the fish tank in the waiting room. There resided a plastic lobster that looked as though it had a half-smoken cigarette in one claw. Also, a very friendly-looking shark ornament glared at me through the glass. Both were not exactly comforting.
I spent almost two hours Friday having two strangers take my picture. Time after time after time after time. I felt like the biggest, most lanky, most awkward weirdo alive.
Thank you all for the beautiful words and images in my last journal.
Oh, please don't drop me home.
Because it's not my home, it's their home.
And I'm welcome no more.
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Quite the collection, I've all of those as well. I've also got a number of cool bootlegs and stuff, and who knows what all kind of little nuggets that I've downloaded and archived in various places (I don't keep burned CD's in my regular CD collection, at least until I can get the serious storage capacity that can accomodate between 2500-3000 discs.
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