So, I've spent nearly the past 5 hours having a chat about cats. Yes, the subject matter for the entire conversation was cats. As part of this conversation, I recounted a memory. Thought I'd share it here.
I was walking to my local milk bar to meet some friends. A milk bar, for those who don't know, is basically just a small convenience store. Anyway. About halfway there, I had a feeling that I was being followed. I decided that I would stop walking, turn around, and prove to myself
so i have no bathroom cuz the new tile floor we installed has set for 24 hrs.
now i am at my friends house, eating some BOMB-ass enchiladas,playing halo 2 with the very sexy masterchief. seriously weve played this like a bagillion times!
were to kill the profit of regret rite now.
i'm also burning like 100 demos for my band to pass out when we play at the whiskey.
i'm sleeping here tonight, with smelly face Lena!
oh yeah i also ate like a 1/2 dozen
So my dad has this friend Matt. He is in charge of the construction site of the barn that is being built on the property I live on. Him and my family have become really really good friends...Today was my Mom's birthday so he came over for dinner and ate and we started talking about music....he is in love with music just as much as I am. And he is in love with art too. We sat and talked about music, and he had me sing for him. He told me that if i didnt try to do anything with my voice he would
What are your thoughts on it?
I got the title of this from a poem written by Tim McIlrath.
So, yesterday I got bangs cut into my hair, as you can see in my profile picture. I'm not entirely sure how I like them; they're just so weird. I haven't had bangs in forever. Pretty much the only reason I got them for is prom. I'm wearing my hair in a french braid that comes from left side of my head and sort of wraps to the right. It comes over my shoulder and the ends are curled. I'm wearing a headband, which is the