The Angel's Broken Wing

2003-03-11T21:34:00.000-08:00

Today was boring. Wow, what a shock! It seems that each day that I don't find something new and different to do, I feel more and more bored. I probably have a million things lined up, ready to do, but they all get lost in my brain-tides of forgetfulness.

That's why I've really been getting into art lately. I need a scanner. Ya' know, so i can art. I've fallen in love with Wayshak. Maybe that's why my craving for art is increasing. I love the feeling he puts in me. Hopefully that's not a gay feeling. Man, do I need a scanner. It seems like my brain is crossing over into a form of art instead of a pattern of words. It's harder now to write down and describe how I'm feeling, I just more readily can draw it. Most of my drawings border on cartoony crap or artististically misinformed, but that's beyond the point. It's my thoughts I'm putting down on paper and that's all that matters to me.

draw draw draw. sketch. draw draw draw.

2003-03-07T18:46:00.000-08:00

I like how my band's recent lyrical blog is going. It's kind of an outlet for me. I don't like keeping the stuff i write around the house. parents are way too nosy. It also gives me a chance to say really weird stuff and people would just think that's the awesomest stuff in the world. That's if they liked it, I suppose. I like most of what I write, half-way at least. I always seem to find a little problem with it all, but what isn't perfect has to be fucked up beyond recognition. That's the rule.

The internet, my last true friend. Your the only one who doesn't ignore me anymore. I hate it when I feel like this.

Bah, that made me want to stop writing.

2003-03-05T20:25:00.000-08:00

Duh dah, duh dah, du dah, du dah.

I speak in some sort of "whine language."

2003-03-05T20:23:00.000-08:00

Today was the greatest/worst day of my week. That's basically how my whole life is. The worst and best of everything. It always feels good to be with my girlfriend, but it doesn't feel good when your friends hate you for it. I don't like that I can't practice with my band, but I also don't like how my band practices. Up and down.

They don't understand me. My friend's get angry. I don't think anyone could understand me. I'm too mental. I think too much. I worry about what's happening and I worry about what's going to happen. I can't use my brain properly. I abuse the priveledge to think. I need to be on my own. I need less to deal with. I just need someone who cares. What I really need is a big change. Just a big change.

2003-03-03T21:35:00.000-08:00

Hmm. I guess I've got this into a sort of permanent setting now. I like how everything is set up, so I guess all that's left is to fill you all with pointless whining and griping. Are you ready for it? Can you feel it tugging at your brain?

2003-03-03T19:56:00.000-08:00

Yeah well I just installed this little program so I can post an update from almost anywhere on the internet. It's pretty sweet. So now I'm using it to tell you about my stats journal.

Look at me stats!

2003-03-03T19:46:00.000-08:00

Bah, well I guess it's fixed now. In my errorism I've noticed that all updates made in one day are on the same page! Awesomeness!

2003-03-03T19:44:00.000-08:00

Well I seem to be having minor difficulties...

2003-03-03T19:32:00.000-08:00

Well, it seems I have a new site to write on. This going to be a more serious type journal, so if you're reading this, feel loved. I already like that I won't have to worry about archiving my entries and such, so I think I might start updating this one more often. It's got the "new" vibe. I'm also a big nerd with no friends, so I like things that care for themselves. Well thats enough for now. I don't want to "overdo it."

I love you all over there at Diaryland! I'll miss you.