“I wish you could have been a fly on the wall, when I was 12 years old. Cryin’ over my homework. I would have slit my wrists if it wasn’t for Rock and Roll.” -Murder City Devils
“Everytime you justify another good in you dies.” -Converge
Yesterday’s excitement level: 4
Not very high again, but I got to sleep in class so that was kind of cool.
Things I need to do:
-Take back my empty cans and bottles (believe me, I have enough in here right now. I should make a pretty penny when I take them all in)
-Write my paper for Biblical and Classical lit. I have to take a story and turn it into a Greek Drama. My story is the Amy Fischer Story (I figured, what the hell). Sounded like a good time. Meh. I’ll do it tommorow.
-Clean my fucking room…again.
-Go stock up a few grab and go meals.
-Don’t believe his lies. He is the one. Kill him.
Murder City Devils, 3 days and counting. WOO-HOO!
I’m going home next weekend to see this kid I know in a theatre production of Rocky Horror. He is playing Riff Raff. I’ve been told his final costume is a thong and saran wrap. Should be interesting to say the least.
Still waiting on the new Fugazi album. Still pumped as ever for it.
And that’s it for now.