moving on

I was in Hackensack, NJ on Saturday seeing some friends of mine play a show at this place called the School of Rock. Like 10 minutes before the show started, I was messing around on facebook and I kept on reading stuff people kept putting up like "RIP, we'll miss you." and such so I got curious. I got on the phone with a couple of friends that ironically I haven't talked to in a while, and I found out the worst: Dan Stefanilo, principal and superintendant of Uxbridge schools passed away due to a heart attack.

Really, I was crushed, saddened, and really just felt terrible. I stood around like a statue while music was being played. It's not like I was that close to the person, but he was a hard worker that really cared about the well-being of his students. His speeches at graduation, while cliche, were inspirational and unforgettable. I will miss not seeing him around town.

The Long Island venue, The Crazy Donkey, was pretty cool. I totally forgot all the other stuff I was going to type up so I'll just leave it at that. 3 more days of school this week and onto Hamden, CT on Friday.

Stoked.

Yes, I am a 7 year old living in a 20 year old's body. I am one of those nerds who will see this on opening night in IMAX, and making frequent trips to Toys R Us leading up to the 26th of June. Ravage looks badass.

thick skull

I need to get it through my incredibly thick and narrow-minded skull that good things come to those who wait. That said, my nearly empty plate has turned into a full-course meal.

Lego Star Wars on the Wii is my new form of mental therapy.

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I want to go on tour. I understand the logistics of traveling. I understand the tasks that need to happen. I see what happens and how things are handled with my own two eyes and it makes me want to alter my lifestyle to that of a nomad that lives in a moving automobile.

I compare the idea of "touring on the road" to the two backpacking treks I did in New Mexico. We would wake up at rediculous hours in the morning and we had to hike a certain number of miles to get to our next destination. Some hikes would be longer than others. We got them done early in the morning because nobody likes to be hiking in the middle of the day in the dry heat with the sun beating the crap out of you. After the hike, we would arrive at our campsite and do the same tasks every day. Unload the backpacks and set up camp, and do our daily activities. We would not get much sleep, and the next day we would pack our gear back up and hike on to the next location.

I don't think that wanting to go on tour, in any capacity, is too outrageous of a goal to have. Unfortunately for me, I'm not affiliated with any kind of committed musical business. This frustrates me.

My grades are excellent, I have a job, I have a roof over my head, I'm doing well financially, and my car runs so I have nothing to complain about.

yay for having money

I went to Dick's Sporting Goods in Millbury last night. I had a $50 gift card that I got for christmas to use up. I bought an airsoft gun and some pellets. As I paid for these items, "Panama" came on over the store's radio. I felt like a badass.

The end.

more than I needed to hear

When you told me that was a possibility, I shrugged it off with a smile, but really, I felt very uncomfortable.

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I'm one of those people that gets in trouble for being too ambitious. I need to learn that the feelings of others should come before anything else. Lately I've had this wave of inspiration and ambition to start a new project, but for the past two weeks, nothing had come of it. I had started to get a bit irritated, but quite frankly, that was wrong of me to be that way. I'm confident that everything will be resolved and we'll all move on productively and cohesively.

In the meantime, I want New Year's Eve to kick ass this year, so a couple of friends and I are probably going to be planning something awesome. I want to have something at my house, but we'd have to compromise on the alcohol, which probably won't go too well with my peers. We'll figure it out.

I'm finishing up my portfolio for English class. I have like one thing left to do on it, and it's going to be complete chock-full of bullshit. I never bought the book. I sold the books I did buy back for $150. Awesome. I want a video camera. I can't wait for christmas. I can't wait until the third weekend in February so I can get away from it all...again. Uhhhh....brain fart.

Cheers