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Wednesday, December 04, 2002
I don't feel like talking about that party. It just isn't important. I went to a party and got my penis felt up, big deal. I had one of the best conversations with someone, or at least one of those beefy ones that only come every once in a while. There was a gay man (I'm assuming he was gay because he's one of those girly gay guy things) ask me what was my shoe size; I say 12 and he was like "Mmmm."
"What's your shoe size child?" "12" "MmmmmMmmm" That was strange. I hung out with several people. I was just out that whole day. I got back around 5AM in the morning...and I was a little tipsy. I was drinking alcohol with pineapples and fruit punch mixed in. It was a good time, and I've waited entirely too long to go out and semi-party. Anyway, it's exam time! I'm hating it. I had this Computer Science exam this morning at 8AM ...it kicked my ass. I knew the information, I just didn't know how to put those thoughts into words. Cunt! Some girls were talking about how they've called other girls cunts, and that whole weird conversation just popped into my head just now for no reason. "Excellent!" Cunt is one stupid ass word, but yet I feel so dirty saying it! You try it! Scream out cunt and tell me that you don't feel dirty saying it. You can't because you do feel dirty, haha (or maybe I'm no where near you for you to tell me, whatever). I made some poetry, and put them on my desktop. I'll give you a sample:
I had a gig today. I played my trombone at a Christmas thing for kids. It was pretty good. We were sight-reading this music right off the bat, and performing it in front of a huge crowd. Let me tell ya, I play a lot better under pressure. Before the performance, I was missing everything. But when the people started showing up, something started taking over me. I felt like a ...musician. No these dumbass rappers, or mellowed mass produced 70s wanna be aritist, or those pop singers who's songs all sound alike. I felt like a real musician. Goddammit! I AM A MUSICIAN (note: musicians get paid ...ching ching) ¶8:46 PM e-mail me (0) comments (0) commentsBack To Blog top September 2002 / October 2002 / November 2002 / December 2002 / January 2003 / February 2003 / March 2003 / April 2003 / May 2003 / June 2003 / July 2003 / August 2003 / September 2003 / October 2003 / November 2003 / December 2003 / January 2004 / February 2004 / March 2004 / April 2004 / May 2004 / June 2004 / July 2004 / August 2004 / September 2004 / October 2004 / November 2004 / December 2004 / January 2005 / February 2005 / March 2005 / April 2005 / May 2005 / June 2005 / July 2005 / August 2005 / September 2005 / October 2005 / November 2005 / December 2005 / January 2006 / February 2006 / March 2006 / April 2006 / May 2006 / August 2006 / October 2006 / December 2006 / April 2007 / August 2007 / September 2007 / November 2007 / January 2008 / February 2008 / March 2008 / April 2008 /
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