haha

Well....my weekend was somewhat dissapointing. As I've said in my last entry, I spent all of saturday night cleaning house so my roommate didn't have to come home to a complete sty. I didn't get to go out Sunday night, because my roommate wasn't able to find someone to watch her son, so I said I would stay home to watch him. On top of that, all of my possible rides home back to Idaho fell through. I was hoping I could catch a ride with a friend who was moving back there, but Nope. He's not leaving till later in the month. The only reason this sucks is because now my folks are going to have to drive down to Boise to pick my lame ass up, and I feel horrible about it. It was just bad news after bad news this weekend. Oh well, least the house is clean.

I'm really getting sick of waking up every morning for the past 4 days with extreme back pain. It sucks, because I feel like shit, and I don't really get a lot of deep sleep due to it. I really need a new back! Bring on the stem cell research! You think a spine transplant would be possible in a couple years? I hope so. I need to take up yoga or something soon, cuz this sucks.

....I want to play in a band again....I miss writing music.....I miss that moment when a song finally comes together, or when everyone is mentally linked and just jam out some of the most beautiful stuff....anyone who is an artist, poet, or musician knows what I'm saying....anyway...i miss it.

I think I'm going to buy a silk screen kit, and experiment with making my own t-shirts and what not; see what kind of amusing t-shirts I can create. Who knows, maybe people will dig my sense of humor and want some as well.....and then I'll have my own t-shirt production empire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yea! Seriously....I think it would be a fun hobby to have, so I think I'll do it. There not that expensive for a starting kit.

I really need to get a picture up....or maybe not....

I think I'm outs people. I really have nothing else of interest to say.

bye
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"I look to the minute when searching for my tragedies,
This need to suffer for fragmented visions of self ( constantly creeping),
With the minutes dividing the spaces in subconcious states, I disect dreams for direction.

I don't pretend to understand all of this

Smaller and smaller, I crouch behind liquid eyes,
Times for smiles, masks in place, roles understood, moled in to unfitting complexity just for [my] show,
So I can play this way too,
Forget this, as well as dreams, because I'll only end up hating myself [and you as well, but in a loving manner]
In the morning....
Times for reflection, times for confusion and a self-disgust
Analyzed from all angles

I don't pretend to understand any of this"

-lame poetry by me, purpledustmurder....