*awesome riff*
In all seriousness, however, this is feeling particularly true at the moment, what with me sitting on some good lyrics [somewhere under the surface, I think] and after all the events of the week have left me feeling like Tybalt, or maybe some crime lord, I dunno, but the point is, I've got lots of under-exploited cheap teen angst waiting to explode.
Good thing hockey season starts soon!
Heh. Anyway. Today was full of things that were almost super-awesome but not quite. Cases in point, Chemistry, lunch, Math, Physics and the prefect partay after school. Some of you may know what the heck I'm talking about here. Others [you're in the majority, maybe, depending on how many people still read my blog and if they'll read this] won't and so much the better I guess. But you can probably see how this would be frustrating.
I got to escape my French oral for yet another day. This class will be the death of me yet, what with my nervous anxiety both putting a strain on my heart and my attempts to divert my attention by hurting myself. I should really put a stop to that nonsense. I don't want to end up a cutter, or suicidal, or anything. An ounce of prevention is worth at least a coupla grams of dope, or maybe a pound of cure, depending on if you're a customs agent or anyone else.
Anyway, today I'm going to download punk. Lots of punk. I don't have a varied enough punk song collection, and I need to get some Dead Kennedys back into my stream.
In further more or less unrelated though probably not news, um, crap, I have absolutely nothing to say. Looks like I have no life outside of school.
Yet. Heh.
"...lock the door, kill the light / no one's coming home tonight / the sun beats down and don't you know? / all our lives are growing cold / they bring news that must get through / to build a dream for me and you / locked in a place where no one goes / they ask no quarter, they have no quarter / lock the door, kill the light / no one's coming home tonight / it's getting colder / it's getting colder / it's getting colder / it's getting colder / it's getting colder / it's getting colder / it's getting colder / locked in a place where no one goes..."
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3 comments:
Unload that teen angst.
It wants to leave your system. It's begging you.
It's saying, "Alex, let me free."
Grant it's wish.
One.
(PS. Check my blog... I added you to the links.)
Whoa! True Blues!
You must have come through the muscle68 portal.
Or something.
Will do, I haven't lately.
So, been a while I suppose, and I hope you know I'm only psoting cause you complained.
Rage, awesome quotes as usual, not to mention unbearably skilled guitar riffs.
When exactly does hockey start again?
As for the cehap teen angst, it's not like we're all without that, so if you must, please refrain from venting it by masturbating in school. Please.
rock on for the dead kennedy's, there may still be hope fro you yet, if you have not yet, update your clash collection, then slowly prpgress into the current generation with green day's frist couple albums (inspirit of seeing them in november of course). Aside from being one of the best bands of all time, they are one of the main the pioneers of punk as we know it, even as evolved(shitty) as it is currently.
So if you find this incoherent, keep it to yourself or you might wake up with hot coal in your pants.
In conclusion, I'm going to bed.
Them
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