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sparks batter pancakes at lisa's house this saturday night at 9.



it's gonna be outta this world!

current mood: conflicted

I stared at the sun for a while. I know you're not supposed too, but I don't think it hurt me. that thing is so far away.


I got a letter from burger king and mom made me open it right away. she thought erik and I were being sued. not to worry. it was a free whopper coupon.

or not

sitting on my unmade bed, listening to the armory, waiting for my phone interview to start. justifiably nervous. just got a call from the studio instead. someone died so recording has to be rescheduled fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. terry is upstairs remodeling both bathrooms at the same time so there's a bunch of hammering and no toilet and i really have to pee. weighing the options. pee in a sink. pee in a cup. pee in the back yard. pee in the front yard. drive to a burger king and pee. pee in my own mouth and make out with jenna. pee my pants. pee in brock's hat. pee in a hallway at that one girls house.

hey, the human resources lady just called and said the interview has to be rescheduled to tomorrow. i'm gonna go pee at the liquor store.

stereo tambourine

"I want the snare to keep going and then the rest of the drums come in over it and people are going to be listening to it and they're gonna be really high and they're gonna turn to the person next to them and be like dude this album is so good."

we're recording on wednesday

feel the beat

lawrence was good vibes as promised. I left my terminator glasses but brought home a hickey.

casualty of society

last night erik moore got high and threw a tub of imitation floam at my face cause I mashed the colors together so I knocked over his candle and got wax on his bose home stereo but he deserved it because now I have a big fat lip.

all abored

i feel like i havn't left my house in a week. its almost true. it might be nice to visit lawrence this weekend. i don't know when i'll get another chance.

when i was in high school, i burned a jesus and mary chain cd, not because i liked it, but because i kind of knew that someday i would. for a long time i was under the impression that psychocandy was their only good album and the only people who admitted to liking it were yuppy dads. what a FOOL WAS I!

rich mans rash

"its 45. is that ok?"

"minutes?"

"dollars."

"i guess."

why are they always so quiet?

what are they doing up there?

the blogs are back in town

who wants to read about a recent grad's angst, restlessness, and shame?

things to do in 2009
-a burger kingdom album
-keep learning
-find real job (if there are any left)
-get the fuck out of columbia
-respect females
-sit less
-drive well
-less barfing