Bitches. Our crue has expanded to include three new members this year. We are now a seven-piece (now including 2/3 of my best friends band and the girl I like[d?].) We just sit in this sort of cubby under the stairs. Lately there has been these fucking grade nine twats coming arounding, being annoying attention-craving bitches/cunts/assholes, making a fucking mess of the place.

haha. beat them up. you and said girl could connect. those are just the worst, when they make a mess. i hate cleaning up after people in the band room that just crumble up music and leave it on the floor. and i also loathe the assholes that never put mallets back where they should go.

we have.. six or seven at lunch, depending on the day.

Yeh. Sometimes the one dude I mentioned doesn't show up. Whatever. But said grade nines have since dropped a cup of yogurt and a cream cheese bagel, making a big fucking mess on the floor beside the cubby, and are always leaving junkfood wrappers and shit on the floor. FUCK OFF, PRICKS.

that's just gross. i hate when people waste food so much.

the good radio station is playing nothing but covers all weekend long. they played some sweet sweet stuff tonight. i want to put it on, but eh. i'm afraid of waking up my brother.

I hate when they waste food, but also when they waste food with intent to be assholes (yogurt is still not cleaned up, it was dropped on Monday, I think...)and get others in trouble. Fuck people.

THESE DAYS - Nico

I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.

I've stopped my rambling,
I don't do too much gambling
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I'll see another highway.

I had a lover,
I don't think I'll risk another
These days, these days.
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long.
La la la la la, la la.

I've stopped my dreaming,
I won't do too much scheming
These days, these days.
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don't confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.

i love that song, nomowish. those last three lines of the first verse stick with me. there's so much stuff that i wish i could have done or be doing right now.

Amen... The first verse is me, unfortunately. But fortunately I'm young enough to rectify shit. Being insecure is so wack.

UNWOUND ALL SOULS DAY. thats it.

The song "Fuckin' Shit" by Sockeye really resonates with me a lot of times. The tedium of office work, schlepping for lobbyist clients, getting hungry at 10:00 when everything closes, working at the pace of unreliable and slow people, avoiding car accidents with cellphone yappers, halter-top hoochies drunkenly screaming past my window on their march back from the bars....

"It's all just
fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin shit!
It's all just
fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin shit!!"

Also, "X Amount of Grief" by the Child Molesters...

"Wastin' my days for a nickel a minute
With a buncha morons that I can't stand...
...Fighting traffic, fighting you
Doesn't matter what I do...
...X amount of grief
Just to get something done
X amount of grief
Living life on the run
X amount of grief
Gotta get some relief!"