2008.
new year.
new goals.
Are you still gonna be an asshole?
Are you gonna loose weight?
Are you gonna eat better?
Yes, No, & No.
Let's see.. im only 15 years old as of 5 days ago. I can honestly say i am ready to grow up. "you should enjoy your kid years" HELL NO.
And you who is reading this is probably saying the same thing. How can i dream about the lame homework hours and he said, she said shit.I want to be away from this town and away from everyone that doesn't mean a thing to me. Don't get me wrong because the people who have stood by me side by side will and ALWAYS have been there for me and i thank you for that. I haven't had a blog since 2005 which was a long ass time ago and i had some things on my mind so i figured i would get it back and get some thoughts down in here.
I've come to realize that concerts feel like home to me. The lyrics, the music, the assholes that like to push you around, screams and fainting from the "hottest guy in the world" up on the stage. But for me it's the chills you get down your spine from the movement on the stage and the talks about the shittiest people in the world with some of the shittiest people in the world. Call that a goodtime? I agree. But the only thing that is stopping me is my determination. Trust me, it's there but its hiding behind that guitar in my closet. It's not the fame and its not the money, you watch bands, groups, and singers up there doin their thing and making the crowd go wild. I could only imagine the rush you get from that. People screaming your lyrics and people dancing to the psychedelic beats that you and your closest friends made up due to bordom. One word and one world only can describe that.. AMAZING.
If i had to dedicate anything in world to anybody in the world it would be to those kids out there that dream the way i do and think the way i do... obsessive and selfish and that's the way we like it.
yours truely
new year.
new goals.
Are you still gonna be an asshole?
Are you gonna loose weight?
Are you gonna eat better?
Yes, No, & No.
Let's see.. im only 15 years old as of 5 days ago. I can honestly say i am ready to grow up. "you should enjoy your kid years" HELL NO.
And you who is reading this is probably saying the same thing. How can i dream about the lame homework hours and he said, she said shit.I want to be away from this town and away from everyone that doesn't mean a thing to me. Don't get me wrong because the people who have stood by me side by side will and ALWAYS have been there for me and i thank you for that. I haven't had a blog since 2005 which was a long ass time ago and i had some things on my mind so i figured i would get it back and get some thoughts down in here.
I've come to realize that concerts feel like home to me. The lyrics, the music, the assholes that like to push you around, screams and fainting from the "hottest guy in the world" up on the stage. But for me it's the chills you get down your spine from the movement on the stage and the talks about the shittiest people in the world with some of the shittiest people in the world. Call that a goodtime? I agree. But the only thing that is stopping me is my determination. Trust me, it's there but its hiding behind that guitar in my closet. It's not the fame and its not the money, you watch bands, groups, and singers up there doin their thing and making the crowd go wild. I could only imagine the rush you get from that. People screaming your lyrics and people dancing to the psychedelic beats that you and your closest friends made up due to bordom. One word and one world only can describe that.. AMAZING.
If i had to dedicate anything in world to anybody in the world it would be to those kids out there that dream the way i do and think the way i do... obsessive and selfish and that's the way we like it.
yours truely
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