-Sometimes i feel obligated to write in this piece of shit of a xanga. Sometimes i have so much to write about but forget. Whatever, it doesn’t matter and i don’t care. This weekend was…hard to say the least. Since the cadets were coming back and there was the graduation i worked. I worked and i was a slave in hell. I don’t really care about the money but it’s the moral fiber that comes from working that instills a better image of a person. Cause people are like “hey, what do you do for a living?” and i wouldn’t say “i don’t do shit.”
-Piano is becoming really gay. i’ll admit it, i don’t give a fuck. It’s more a chore then a hobby. I don’t know what song to learn next and i’ve got a recital on fathers day so yea, more stress. awesome. I have school tomorrow and i am staying up really late. i think i’ll go on AIM to see if anyone is online. Nope, no one is online. what a shame. i hate dr.kaplans practice regents. he keeps yelling at me and threating to lower my grade and i can’t fucking tell if he’s being sarcastic or not.
-holy fucking shit!!! got the best news ever. this might not mean much to any of you but fuck. So there actually was someone on AIM. Meg, my jacks mannequin buddy. I uploaded a recording of my gig at the talent show onto youtube and meg being the only person i showed it to, shared that shit with everyone on the Messengers websites (it’s the official jacks mannequin street team website). Anyway, there was a lot of positive feedback and fuck, the last person i’d expect to watch my performance. Casper (Jacks Mannequin tour manager) and Andrew McMahon both watched my shit and they loved it. This feeling is so immense, i just want to blow up. It’s such an honor to be idolized by my idol. This is going to be a good week. Fuck everyone YES!