whenever i see or hear "are you sad" i think "are you sand?" now stupid kruno.. err.. maybe it was stupid me.. i dunno .. at the london show we were goin thru the setlist and sayin what was next and i couldve swore he said "are you sand" so yeah im on crack
Yeah, driving to school today was fun! It took such a long time to get there, something about a 17 car pile-up on a freeway right by my house that prevented smooth driving. God, it gets warm here for a week and the second a dusting of snow comes, there's a 17 car pile-up. I live in fucking Michigan, how can people not know how to drive in snow?
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
i can't take school anymore! i just keep reminding my self "only 2 more weeks" but honestly i'm not sure i can make it that far.
plus i think i'm getting sick again... this is not good, i don't have time to be sick.
i'm not sure that's possible, lately it seems like i catch everything I’m not sure what it is i have but i have a fever right now and i really should be in bed, but I have too much work to do
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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I just about cried a minute ago. I am teaching my brother how to play the bass, and apparently he forgot that the bass has a really long neck. He turned quicky and cracked it against a lamp. I fell to the ground. I hope my bass is ok.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
The bass is fine, but he sure gave me a big scare.
This is my 4700th post....for the third time.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.