Absolute Future

Currently listening to: "Deconstruction" - All Shall Perish

So Allie came up with the brilliant idea of forming a band to record a concept album. She wants to make screamo/violence renditions of christmas songs. Since we can't use cameron as a vocalist because he'd most likely play drums, we'd need someone with a higher-pitched scream to do vocals for us. We'd probably play some basement shows and shit, and then maybe eventually record, if we go over well. So think about it.

It was pretty fucking cold last night. I got pissed off at my parents for not giving my phone back, and I ended up walking all the way to Laytonsville and back. I didn't know why I went all that way, but I just wanted to keep walking and never stop. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I had to get away. And I really honestly couldn't stop thinking about Laurel. All the possibilities that we have were being imagined. I realized that she's pretty much the only thing I have left. I've lost a lot of friends and possessions, but she's much more important. I know I sound like I'm rushing this and such, but it's how I feel, and I won't hide it.

Currently listening to: "Laid To Rest" - All Shall Perish

I woke up late this morning. I didn't even bother to straighten my hair right, and I still ended up missing the bus. I ended up not finishing a bunch of makeup work for AP World, but that's because Laurel was there, and I really didn't mind. I hope she'll be able to stay after today, because I have nothing to do when I get home. The internet is only so entertaining, and I can't blog forever. Plus, I have no friends to talk to on AIM. And being with Laurel is just amazing in itself. So, yeah. HOPEFULLY. If not, i'll cry.

I might have my bass fixed by next week! I'm fucking cised beyond belief, it's been so long since i've had a decent working bass that tunes properly and hooks up to my amp. I haven't been able to learn any tabs, because my bass untunes itself, and only has 3 strings anyway. Too much of a cheapskate to buy fresh ones, and even if I did, all the money would be going towards Laurel's awesome night that we've been planning.

Currently listening to: "Our Own Grave" - All Shall Perish

LAN class is amazing. I fucking hate Internet Explorer. I hate our school's IT tech, I know more than he does. I hate Ben Blair. I hate it when my internet disconnects every 5 minutes. I hate it when people write bass tabs wrong on purpose. I hate my Mom, for never being there. I hate MCR, for ruining so many people's music tastes. I hate shitty digital cameras. I hate my semi-broken DS. I hate people that mic-spam on Halo. I hate people that always ask me to let them into MLG.

Hate, hate, hate.

But I love Laurel!





EDIT (after lunch): Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk Laurel can't stay after. Now it just depends on who does what and goes where, since most of my entertainment is pretty much gone. I'm watching some GTA 4 video on my friend's computer, and now it was some awesome montage of Halo splatters. I'm getting sick of Mr. Breese's voice, I probably know more HTML than he does. And we don't even learn HTML, we learn how to use stupid Dreamweaver. And even if i was gonna learn, I wouldn't be able to with Carlos sitting next to me. I think the only smart person in here is Colin Francis. I finally hit the Amateur circuit for MLG in Halo 2, my team's pretty legit. I have two Baby Ruth bars and one of those sextastic Mocha Energy Frap thingers. It's fucking delicious. I just realized I'm about to get promoted in Halo 3. Now I just need Zach to give me his 360 back for a little bit so I can get promoted and be legit. Mr. Breese is a cuntbag, just thought I'd say that again.

Now have some music.

I love you, Laurel.