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Jul. 27th, 2006

05:05 pm - "POGO YOU CUNTS!!!"-me in the pit

Man, I finally saw the Buzzcocks last night, and it was fucking GREAT! It was just a great say in general. I went with Elliot, Matt, Tiffany, and Elliott (who I'll refer to as Elli) to the Hollywood show. I wanted to go to Canes on Monday even though it was 21 and up and try to sneak in or listen from outside, but no one wanted to go with me on Monday. Sucks, too, because I later learned from my friend Lisa that it was totally fucking rad and they opened on of the doors so you could see from outside. 

So yeah, the show was on Wednesday, and my car broke down on Tuesday. The shop told me it wouldn't be ready for a couple days. So we prepared to possible take the train or something. I then found out my car could possible be ready the morning of the show. 

Sucks that my car broke down though. That day I was planning on going to a Power Chords show, but couldn't make it for the obvious reason. I also learned later that Lisa, a few of her friends, and the Power Chords boys drove up to Anaheim after the show and got into that Buzzcocks show for free (they "charmed" their way in). 

So yeah, I got my car back, but I ended up planning to trade cars with Joe for a day because he's got a five seater and I have a four seater (it would have been so much more uncomfortable in my car). So yeah, I picked up Elliot and Tiff and headed to the apartment where Cody, Lauren, and Tani let us in on their way out. We waited for Matt to get off work so we can leave. So I burnt a cd, then Matt showed up and we left around 3. Matt told us that while he was walking around all dirty from work a cut white guy with a wig in his bag named Tack offered him a chance to model and gave him this really cool business card. Werid. So, we left got Joes car at the Trolley station, ran downtown to give Joe my keys, then went to pick up Elli in Serra Mesa. Turns out Matt works right by Elli's house and we could have just picked them both up to save time. Oh well. 

So we left towards LA with Matt driving, Elliot shotgun, Elli bitch, and Tiff and I at the windows. It was a hot, tight fit, but better than what my car would have been. We got some food quick at In and Out. So we listened to various music, smoked bowls (well everyone minus me), had a few cigarettes, talked, and laughed. Matt got on the wrong freeway while we were in the Anahiem area. We stopped at a Starbucks to piss and make fun of some pictures on the wall, and somehow I ended up in the position of driving. Then Matt rode shotgun, Tiffany bitch, and the Elliot(t)'s on either side of Tiff (making a "Tiffany sandwich with Elliot(t) bread"). So we got there, then after minor confusion, we found the club, payed 10 bucks, got harasses by a couple Brits trying to sell us t-shirts, then got harrassed by different people trying to sell us shirts. We didn't buy in. 

So we got there around 7:30. Doors were at 8, show was at 9, with three bands playing. We walked to Amoeba to kill some time. I got a Delta 5 cd, a Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros cd, and an Epsilons 45. I was going to get a rad Bob Dylan poster, but they were out. Elii got a Stitches LP and a bag, Tiff got an I Am Kloot cd, and Matt got a Pharcyde cd, and a couple of Queen cds. 

So we threw that shit in the car, got offered more t-shirts, then entered the club. I had to hide the camera in my pants (good thing I wore underwear, eh?). So we hung around the Henry Fonda Theatre for a while. It was a cool place. Had a great stage and floor area. The roof was an outside area to chill at and smoke. And they totally projected the stage on the wall outside. We judge we didn't care to see the first band (Easy Image) and just hung around outside. Some random Latin-American guy (I say that because I knew he wasn't Mexican, but I couldn't quite pin point the accent) asked us if we wanted to be in a band. So he gave me myspace info (hahahahaha). So we ran out of smokes and got more from ones of those guys in the bathroom who dry your hands and sell cologone, candy, and stuff. It was strange they had one,  considering the bathroom was pretty ghetto. There was a Tranny sitting next to Matt most of the time. It was cute. So we chilled longer and decided to go see the Strays. They were pretty fucking rad. They had some pretty danceable songs, though no one really danced. They did an awesome cover of the Clash's "Spanish Bombs." I totally dug them. So they finished, and we chilled as close to the front as we could. There were already a bunch of people there, as we expected (it is the Buzzcocks afterall). They played some good music inbetween. They played a Smithes song and a bunch of us sang along. They also played a Clash song and a "The Kids are Alright" by the Who. We were by this group of girls who were completely butchering the Who song and ruining it for me. 

So after a long wait, the Buzzcocks finally came on around 11:15. Right when the curtin opened they got into it. The crowd automatically rushed in a went crazy. It was great. I lost most of my group right away. They started with three of four of their new songs, including the new single "I WIsh I Never Loved You" which is a pretty good song. They sounded excellent and had great energy. The first "old" song they played was "I Don't Mind" and right away we started going crazy and pogoing. There was actaully a large amount of pogoing and not much of a circle pit at this show, which was great and rare. The lack of circle pit had to do with the amount of people in the venue. If you can't run in circles, then jump up and down. I would start a lot of the pogoing, but yelling out to pogo(thus the subject) or just by making it look like so much fun. From what I heard the circle pit was more of a dancing circle then anything. So yeah, they went through so many great song, including: Antonomy, Fiction Romanace, Sixteen, What Do I Get, Breakdown, Why Can't I Touch It, I Don't Know What to Do With My Life, Harmony in my Head, Love You More, among others. The last one (pre-encore) was Breakdown. Then they went off stage, waited for the chants for an encore, then came back on. The order (I believe) of the rest was Sick City Sometimes, Noise Annoys, Orgasm Addict, Ever Fallen In Love, then Oh Shit to finish it off. I thought they were going to stop at Ever Fallen in Love and was a bit shocked when they did the last one. The set was fucking amazing. Ended around 12:20. They didn't play I Believe, Everybodys Happy Nowadays, or Promises, but you can't always get everything.

I was in the front the entire time and got pretty close by the end, close enough to shake Diggle's hand at the end. I was dying in that pit. I got so dehydrated. My hands even got wrinkly, which was really gross, and has never happened to me before. I should have got out, but I refused to, I was enjoying it too much. I got a few second winds in there too. Everytime I thought I couldn't dance anymore, they'd play another great song and I'd start dancing again. After the set I found Elliott with some water. He poured it on my head and it felt SO good. I then went to the bar to get some water. The bartender was ignoring me and this girl standing by me, so I reached over grabbed the tap and tried to find the water. I found club soda, and cranberry juice, but no water. I wlked to a different part of the bar and got some water. Apparently the bartender got really pissed at what the girl and I did and yelled at her (after I already walked away) and then got pissed at Matt for no reason. Opps. We were really thirsty, man, what did he expect? I lost my group and went to go buy a shirt, but they ran out of the one I wanted, of course, so I went to the car and we left. 

Tiff drove, I got shotgun, and Matt was the sandwhich with the Elliot(t) bread. On our way to the freeway we encountered a car driving on the wrongside of the road, right infront of us. We were confused for a second, then went around him while politely yelling "What the fuck is wrong with you!?" at him. After a bit on the freeway, we ended up at an strangly empty Denny's. I never seen a Denny's that empty at 2 AM. It was erie. Like a horror movie or something. So we sat down, got our food, and enjoyed it. The waitress was really nice. Matt spilled his water at one point. Yeah, we were having conversation, very much like one you'd find in a Quentin Tarantino film. We decided that someone must be spying on us, and that entire conversation was going to end up in a movie. 

So we got back on the road. Listen to Pharcyde, then I Am Kloot, a bit of Delta 5, and finally a Queen cd. Well, it was an orchrestra doing Queen songs. It was rad. The sandwhich in the back eventually passed out. Tiff seemed up enough to drive all the way, and she was. I just chilled being unable to sleep. So we droped Elli off, then Elliot, then Tiffany. Matt and I drove back to his apartment, where the front window to Joe's room was broken. We got scared thinking someone broke in. We walked in and Cody and Lauren were asleep on the couch. They woke up and very lazily (mind you, it was 4 AM) said something about how they got locked out and thought it was open, and broke it. I don't know, it was weird. So after taking sometime to find keys and collect my things I left to my place to sleep.

All in all, it was an excellent day, and I am so glad I got to see the Buzzcocks and hang out with rad people. 

A newly updated list of all of the punk bands I have seen that started in the 70's: the Buzzcocks(duh), the Lurkers, the Undertones, the Vibrators, Menace, Slaughter and the Dogs, the Adicts (they count), the Weirdos, and the Stiff Little Fingers. I believe that is it. I think that's pretty impressive considering the whole punk thing started 12 years before I was born.

Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: "Global A Go-Go" by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros

Jul. 20th, 2006

09:10 am

I'll be back Saturday.

Jul. 5th, 2006

01:14 am

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Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: Johnny Cash

Jun. 20th, 2006

12:22 pm - Oh damn, is that motherfucking Chad Brown updating his journal!?

So yeah, I had a pretty crazy weekend, so I thought I'd actually update about it. *shock* I don't really know who reads this anymore, but whatever. Tiffany used to want me to update, so now I finally am.

But yeah, I guess I'll start with Friday. Twas the day of graduation, so I had to get to Southwestern all fucking early and stand around and shit. The ceromony was so dumb. The speeches sucked, and the district board guy, or whoever the fuck he was, made up words. Not to mention the fact that it was hot as hell. I was already burnt from the practice and this just made it worse. At least it's over, I guess. After that, and the many photos with people and whatnot, I headed home. When I was leaving the ambulance showed up, so I guessed someone passed out from the heat. So then I drove home for my mom's party-thing for graduation. I wasn't much looking foward to it, because the way she made it sound, there was going to be a lot of people coming, some who I don't even know or like. No one was really here when I got home, then some of my friends showed up. We played video games and hung around for a while. Old people showed up later, and we all ate. Not as many people showed up as I imagined, so that was cool. I got so many fucking cards with so much fucking money. I'm thankful for it, but I didn't really want to get any presents or anything for graduation. It's just so stupid celebrating my mediocracy.I'm not going to complain though. I got money for clothes and music, I suppose. Joe (the old german guy) keep giving me beer, it was funny. Sure it was cheap beer, but it was still funny because you could tell Fonda was kinda pissed about it. I also drank about a liter of Mississippi Mud, so I ended up getting a little tipsy. Most everyone left, then some came back because we were going to Andy's party. So we hung around for a while, I sobered up, then we left to get drunk again, haha. So at the party I met a lot of interesting people, and I also met some people that told me stories that made me not want to ever drink again. I had a lot of those very deep drunk conversations. I hung around outside most of the time. It was all a good time. Tiffany took me home later because Saul was conversing, and I went home and slept a drunken sleep.

Saturday I woke up, took a shower, then went to Borders with my mom and my mom, haha. Maybe I should say Fonda and Bridgette. I got a lot of shit at Borders. 4 books, 4 cds, and a dvd. I need to stop getting books because I have like 7 on deck to read. So after that, I hung around the house for a while until leaving to go to the 50 on Their Heels, Power Chords, and Atoms show at the Moose Lodge in South Park. When I got there it was still pretty early. Steven was there and we hung out by my car and smoked weird cigarettes. The guy from Cat Dirt Records kept talking to me and offering us enery drinks and chicken wings. I was a bit strange, but I can't say no to energy drinks. The guy told me he recongized me from Myspace, which was one of the strangest/scaryist/pathetic things anyone has ever told me. I called up Elliott (note the two "t"s because it's not the normal Elliot, it's the other one from East County) and he said he didn't have a ride, so we went and picked him up. So when we got back Austin, Seo, and a couple other people showed up and we stood around outside making fun of people driving by and watering their lawns. The inside of the place was fucking weird. Now I've never been to a Moose Lodge before, but apparently it's where a bunch of old people hang out and eat moose burgers or something. So there was a bunch of weird shit on the walls and a fooseball table (I totally kicked Craig's ass at fooseball). Eventually the Atoms set up and started. They were having a fairly good set except mike stands kept falling and at one point Joey's mike stopped working. The venue was pretty big and had a pretty good sound. There wasn't a whole lot of people there, which was lame. The Power-Chords set up next and they had a good set. They even played a special song, some happy birthday jingle, since it was Joey's 21st birthday. A few of the shaggy-hair boys showed up. But yeah, it was a good set. Sure there wasn't no mass break-out of pogoing like last time, but then again, there wasn't as many people. Last up was the local band that I've never seen before, 50 on Their Heels. I met the bassist before the show and he was a pretty cool guy, but the band wasn't so great. There was really good bass, but the singer's voice wasn't doing it for me. They also had "samesong-anits" as Seo put it. They were alright, just not that great. They definitly not a headlining band, more of a opener. Steven left at one point and Elliott and I hung around a bit after the show, had more energy drinks and helped set up for the member breakfest the next day. We got invited to Joey's party at Branden's house (the guy from the Atoms who works at Rite-Aid) who lives right by the 7-11 on Sweetwater. Elliott and I went to my house first because when we left Joey and other people were still there. So we chilled at my place, listen to music and whatnot. Saul called and I said he should go, and he said he'd bring beer. And what better to bring to a birthday party than beer. Saul was already a bit pissed (silly lightweight), but he had to take a shower or something first. So Elliott and I swung by Jack in the Box before picking up Saul. So apparently Saul gets free beer sometimes working at 7-11, which is fucking rad. So we showed up with Sierra Nevada and Fat Tire. There was also a bunch of Sam Adams, Paps, and Tecate. People were mostly drinking Tecate, too, so that meant more good beer for me, haha. So yeah, we had much more fun drunken conversations. AT one point Jon put on an Easy E cd and it took us like half an hour to find Boys in the Hood. Jon had it end up going to his car and looking it up. It ended up being like track 2 or something, haha. After a while when most everyone left, we all chilled in Branden's room and listened to record and shit. We also hung out in the living room before we left. His mom is funny. She was making a big deal because some left a mostly full Sam Adams outside. So after a while we left, I took Saul home, then me and Elliott went to my place and just fucking passed out.

We had to wake up at like 9 to take his ass home, and I was oober fucking tired. No hang over though, ever since that party at Matt's when he made us drink a lot of water, I also have a lot of water when drinking and it works. Thanks Matt. So yeah, took him home, then went home and tried to sleep again. Sunday was also the day of the Stiff Little Fingers show in Hollywood and I debated going because I was so tired. My wanting to see them ended up outweighing being tired, so Jesse, Elliot (regular Elliot), and I ended up going. A lot more people were suppose to go, but didn't because of Fathers Day. Ha, what a joke. So yeah, the drive up there wasn't too bad, normal LA shit. We got there at like 9, and the first band was already going. It was at the House of Blues, which I now have a burning hatred towards. First off, it was pretty hard to find it, then they fucking had vallet parking. What kind of fucking club has vallet parking. Then the show ended up being $19.50 rather than $15.50. The fuckers at the door had metal detectors. They are too fucking good to pat people down, they have to fucking poke and prode us. The inside wasn't even that great. Oh yeah, and there were only 2 fucking bands playing, the Tossers and SLF. 20 dollars for two bands, fucking lame. We caught the last three songs of the Tossers and they were alright. They are one of those Celtic American bands, which I've had a bit too much of lately. But yeah, they were alright. I think Tiffany would dig them, and anyone else who likes Flogging Molly and stuff like that. SLF played next, and oh shit, they were so fucking good live. It made up for all of the bullshit. The singer talked a bit much, but it was cool. I danced and pogoed the entire fucking time. They played for like a hour and a half, and did two encores. During "Johnny Was..." something blew out and there was a big explosion noise, but they played it off rather well. So yeah, I am very fucking glad I went. The drive back, now that was a fucking challenge. We stopped at an AM PM right after we got out of LA and had some shitty food. Jesse and Elliot fell asleep most of the way back (as expected) and the only things that kept me awake were loud rock n roll music (mostly the Strokes), a nicotine habbit, and the thought of someone... So yeah, I took the boys to their places and went home and passed the fuck out.

Oh man, that was a great weekend. Monday I just sat around the house in a haze. Today I don't know what I'm doing. I wanted to go to the museums with Stephine, but of course she has to work. Fucking Reagal, I don't even work there anymore and they are still fucking me over. Oh that reminds me, I still got to pick up a check there. Yeah, that's it for now. Have a good day.

Current Mood: satisfiedBadAss
Current Music: Talking Heads (because I'm so Nu-Wave)

Apr. 16th, 2006

09:06 pm - Rainy Day Women #12 & 35

I just heard this song and thought of a lot of people that I think might read this on here...

"Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
They'll stone ya when you are young and able.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.
They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.
Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.
They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.
They'll stone you when you are walking home.
They'll stone you and then say you are brave.
They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned."

Yes, Bob Dylan is the shit.

Current Mood: amusedFACE
Current Music: Bobby D

Feb. 6th, 2006

06:58 pm - "I came in here for that specical offer: a guaranteed personality"

Hello all. Not much news really. I got accepted to SDSU, I've been going to a million doctors appointments, I'm getting my braces off soon, I get teeth soon too, 2.5 years with Tiff on Friday, I got that portfilio due next Thursday, I started Suit Day at BVH on Thursdays with medicore results(I got it in the yearbook, I think), I need a new haircut, I got a rad new background, I still really want to start a band, I work too much, I've been thinking about quiting a lot lately, I need a new kind of jacket, I got a nasty pimple on my nose, and I am doing this instead of a lot of homework I really need to do that is due tomarrow (damn you E.B. White!!!).

Alright, so maybe there is a little more news than I gave credit for. Anyways, here's a quote I like by Mr. Carrier on the topic of how long my writing should be (but it can be used in other instances), "It's like a skirt, it's long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep my attention." The man's a genius.

"I wasn’t born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely"

Current Mood: hotI'M ON FIRE
Current Music: The Clash

Jan. 7th, 2006

12:08 am - Found this on myspace, but it's funny so I brought it here too

Anybody under the age of 16 should not take this quiz. ;D Just 'cuz you were born in '92 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid. It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons.

You know you're a 90's kid if...

You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"

You can sing the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air"

You've worn skorts and felt stylish

You yearned to be part of the Baby-Sitters club

You use to love playing with your MY Little Pet Shop

You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"

You remember when it was actually worth getting up early
on a Saturday to watch cartoons.

You wore a ponytail on the side of your head and had fluffed bangs

You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.

You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten

You remember reading "Goosebumps"

You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, wax off"

You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.

You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.

You remember the craze then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.

You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence...Not...

You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together.

You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"

You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates

You ever got injured on a Slip 'n' Slide

You wore socks over leggings scrunched down

" Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back" SHE ASKED HER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER FOR FIFTY CENTS CENTS CENTS TO SEE THE ELEPHANTS ELEPHANTS ELEPHANTS JUMP OVER THE FENCE THE FENCE THE FENCE"
he jumped so high high high he touched the sky sky sky and he didnt come back back back til the forth of july ly ly he jumped so low ow ow he stumbed he's toe oe oe and thats the end end end of the elephants show ow ow

You remember boom boxes vs. cd players

You knew what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare"

You remember Alf, the little brown alien from Melmac and Vicki the Robot from "MY Little Wonder"

You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool

You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"

You played and or collected "Pogs"

You used to pretend to be a MIGHTY MORPHIN Power Ranger and you owned a Skip It

You had at least one GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere

You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Ninja Turtles

All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.(pencils.notebooks.binders.etc.)

You used to wear those stick on earings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.

You remember a time before the WB.

You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"

You thought it would be so cool to be Alex Mack.

You know the Macarena by heart.. LOL

" Talk to the hand" ... enough said

You thought Brain woud finally take over the world (aww wut u mean he didnt??)

Repost this if you were a 90's kid and can relate to any of these!!

Current Mood: tiredstill tired
Current Music: oOoOoOoOo

12:07 am - It's Funny Cos It's True!!!!

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Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Who the fuck listens to music anymore?

Dec. 28th, 2005

11:55 am - Ok, so this is what we're thinking

-So all you bitches should plan to come over to my house tomarrow (Thursday). Mom's outta town. I've got work, but I should get off no later than 8 (but hopefully much earlier). So yeah, you people come over and stay the night. Maybe movies, maybe drinking, maybe sheesha, maybe poetry readings, maybe I should actually make plans beyond "maybes" but this is spontaneous, so deal with it. Since we always talk about getting together, I'd figure we'd actually do it. This isn't entirely definite, though, so we'll tell you if it falls through or not. So you better come (if it happens).

Call Tiffany, she'll probably make more sense. Her mobile phone number is 619-838-3007, but don't call her until after 1 PM.

That is all.

Current Mood: awakejumping jacks
Current Music: "I never met a dame, who made me feel the same"

Dec. 7th, 2005

10:13 pm

Today I had some small time surgery, of course, on my mouth. It was a gum graph or something. Anyways, this time for a change, the doctor asked if I wanted to be awake and just numbed, rather than being knocked out. So I said yeah. WOW, some crazy shit went down while I watched and kinda felt. Let's see how well I remembered this and how well I can describe it. So yeah, I lay down on the seat and they put a bib on me. A few nurses ran around trying to figure out what equipment to get out because they aren't entirely sure what Dr. Berger's (my surgen) handwriting says I'm having done. And of course I don't know what the procedure's called, i'm just there for kicks. So yeah that was funny, I think they thought I was uncomfortable, but I just thought they were silly.

So they figured it out, got the stuff out, then put some lip balm stuff on me so my lips don't dry up, I guess. A little later Berger comes in and says his hellos, then shoots me full of novacain (I think). That shit hurt, he shot me a couple times in the gums and a couple of times in the roof of my mouth. It confused me as to why he'd shot me on the roof, but i figured out why later. Yeah, so he leaves for a bit to let me numb up, then he comes by and shots me up again (this time I don't feel the pain). Then the nurse held open my mouth with some metal thing, and Berger grabs a scalple(sp?) and starts hacking at my fucking gums. It didn't hurt (obvously) but it felt so fucking weird and sounded like he was scraping against metal (because I think he was). So I just sat there and watched the doctor's and nurse's eyes looking all calm while they chopped away, and watching a blooding knife come in and out of my mouth. Fucking weird. Then he got some little scissors and started cutting something in there. Then he got some fishing line looking stuff and sewed something up. That felt the weirdest yet. So that took like 5 minutes and I thought he was done, bu oh I was wrong. This is where the shot in the roof came in. He took a knife, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, and started sawing at something at the roof of my mouth. I guess they drug doesn't work as well in the roof of the mouth because this fucking hurt. I saw a piece of flesh come out too, it was tramatizing and rad. So then he took some playdo-like shit that tastes like the thing they make you bite when you get a mold of your teeth and puts it where he cut. After that he got this hot lazer thing and heated it. Fuck that hurt too. After that there was more sewing, then he finished up. I kinda just got up, got the presciption for my drugs and left.

So that was quite an experiance. I'm not quite sure if I would rather be asleep because I hate the drugged up feeling after waking up or the IVs in my arms. But yeah, I'm feeling alright and am not that swollen. I can't wat any real food for a while, of course, and I'm not going to school tomarrow. Maybe I'll go Friday, maybe. I'm not going to work Friday or Saturday either, but I might on Sunday if I'm feeling well enough. So, if you want to come over and play video games, watch movies, and eat jello with me feel free, I'm not going anywhere...

Current Mood: soresore and cut up
Current Music: "Bowery Sunrise"-The Electric Shadows

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