Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Oh and its raining again, Loud on your car like bullets on tin

I haven't done a post in a while so I decided I should do one. I trust that everyone who reads this is doing well.
Nothing too exciting has happened recently. School started back up on Monday. I hate school. I love learning, but I hate school. Here's why: first off I think I'm just lazy. School is such a hassle when I could be at work making money. Secondly its the attitude of the people there. Its just like high school only bigger. Everyone there is there so they can get the grades and get a stupid sheet of paper that tells the world that they're more eligible for jobs and will be more successful in life because they stayed awake in English and wrote mediocre essays. Everyone there is too passive. We're adults now. We should ask questions. We should dialogue. We should rock the boat some.
Well I got to get to going. I'll check you all later.

Monday, March 5, 2007

Monday Morning

Hey I'm back to all those who read this and care which is like no one yet. Oh well. It's monday morning and they just cancelled class so that good. I was able to write my girlfriend a note. I know I'm 20 and thats something that you do in middle school but i don't care. If you left notes for your girlfriend/wife/whoever I'm pretty sure she would enjoy it no matter what her age is.

The weekend was good. The band i'm in played a show at a place called trisha's bar and deli. I've never been there it was kind of cool. I've never been to a bar before so it was diffent. Kind of smoky but that just made it really cool when Speed turned on the strobe light and started dancing around. The crowd was a little more subdued that what i'm used to. But i think that's because 12 and 13 year old girls don't care how much you suck they just rock out. There weren't many of those at Trisha's. I say that in jest but its true. They're our only fans. I don't know if thats a good or a bad thing but oh well. I thought the show was good.

I felt good this morning. I was working on an english paper and rocking out to Angels and Airwaves. I just felt good. Like God, the one bigger than all this who is so completely other that the only way we get to understand Him is through things like poetry and 75 degree spring afternoons, like that kind of a God actually loves me. Its hard to accept given my inconsistencies and bahavior but I think he does. Well, I should get going. Check you all l8er. Love ya.