ananthropoid

Well I just got back from richmond, and it's 2:30 in the morning here on the right coast... er... I mean east coast. I had a pretty rockin jam session with my friend harry. It's the second time we've played together and we now have 2 songs written. It's pretty cool, cuz despite there being only a guitar and a drumset, it still sounds good cuz we're so fast... I wouldn't say it's good music, but I'd say it'd be fun to hear in a club or something. We're not a Whitestripes ripoff; we're a 2-piece because we're too lazy to find a bassist and a second guitarist or keyboardist (keyboards can add cool sounds to a band. I don't care what anyone says.)

Well anyways... before I left, I had a really fucked up dream. I dreamed that I confronted my mom about how pissed off I was at her for convincing me to move back home, and how she said it'll be really good for you to have the security of being home and everything, and then 3 months later I find out I'm getting the boot for shit that I had nothing to do with. I dreamed that She came up to me and started talking shit about my mohawk (I shaved it off, but in my dream I still had it.) and I said to her stuff that I'd never say in real life... It was crazy... In my dream I ended up stealing a car, running over my doctor who was standing near my driveway, and I left for LA.
I hope that if it ever comes down to me doing that, that I don't cuss out my mom and run over my doctor. That wouldn't be cool. LOL. well it'd be cool to run over my doctor. He keeps giving me pills that don't do shit, and charging me a buttload of money for them.


I have to go to court tomorrow to try and talk the DA into lowering my reckless driving ticket's fines or bumping up my courtdate, so I can get out of town as soon as possible.

Blah... I'm going to bed.