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| holy fuck, i haven't been on here in six months. my bad.
but whatever, xanga's kinda dying anyway.
i'm 18 now, smoking legally, doing my drugs, all that sketch shit.
not much else happening, don't want to get into it now.
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| i want to bitch at my mom. she doesn't like letting me go out to
chill with people. i mean, she's got no idea that i'm doing sketch
gorilla shit, like smoking and drinking, but damn, let me be
independent, woman. i'm going to graduate soon and i'll be moving out
soon after, so i think it's about time i get to be responsible for
myself and not be at home for a few days. and she shouldn't be allowed to force my atheist ass to go to church.
EDITNESS:
she's letting me out. gasp.
of course, this is only after we have a conversation about my woman.
and how mommy thinks i should wait to have sex with her. haha. silly
mom. you have no idea.
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| yummy, delicious band practice today. quite successful, seeing as i
learned i need to actually write the lyrics to my metalhead song, and
we also came up with a new tune to boot. pretty sweet if i do say so
myself.
but more important is the new year. i reigned it in with taryn and
nate, totally CRUNK'D. lol. huzzah for drugs and alcohol, mmkay. pretty
sweet party, and i learned about vermouth: that tasty, fruity wine that
tastes more like soda than smashed grapes. nummyful. we watched clerks
II and we (mostly me) had a cigar, that was quite good as well. and
then, once the movie was over, the bright-ass computer screen blinded
me. then i went to sleep. haha.
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| well, here it is. pimped jackets.
and that is all my handiwork. i'm just really good with a piece of cardboard and spraypaint.
and yes. i'm perfectly aware that mine looks like shit. it was intentional.
on to the update part of this, yeah?
xmas was pretty awesome. though the actual gifting process didn't turn
out quite as i'd hoped, i still got some nifty paintbrushes, a canvas,
lounge pants, and a funny t-shirt. there's relatives coming over today
and i get to do it all again, hopefully someone was rich enough to buy
me a decent-sized bass amp. i need one. damned being a bassist without
equipment OR money.
the best part about the other day though, was being told, by the woman
i have a thing for, that she's actually more obsessed with me than i am
with her (and when i say woman, i don't mean she's like 25 or
something. she's just not a girl. mature females are women. she's my
age, i swear.). i'm happy. like, this is weird, because it's never been
mutual. whenever someone had told me something like that, i didn't like
them at all; in fact, i'd hated them for a while. for some reason, my
relationship-related luck has decided to turn around. the only problem
is, i can't figure out why.
that's all, really. i don't feel like going on much more. i mean,
there's like, 2 people that read this anymore, and that's if i'm lucky.
haha.
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| so. me and bondage rob have officially pimped our jackets. BS logos
have been spraypainted on the back, and we took them to go show panda
and buttercrunch. damn straight.
nobody but me knows what i'm talking about, ner-ner!
pics will be posted next time.
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