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design | host now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick snow is falling from the sky in buckets. i've been awake since 5 am. i'd actually planned to go to seminary ... whoops school's cancelled. mom was going to keep us home even if it wasn't. It's so cold here. dad might get a job in Colorado. i just want to be somewhere warm. i have to stay after school tomorrow and play my talent show dittie for Mrs. A. I finally ... finalized what i'm playing. Friday i'm in love. Ha ha you're dead. and then one i wrote which is lame but the audience will humor me. it's up on opendiary... but i changed one line and completely changed the "song" . me and my little sunburst airline are going to rock the joint. or die trying. or fall down and embarrass ourselves. i can do this thing where i get on my knees and back up again while i play a solo. whoo it's going to be crazy. i think my amp is dieing. i'll be playing and the sound will just stop. i have to pull the cord out and put it in again. or maybe it's my guitar that's crapping out on me. it's not the cord. i was going to write a semi nice entry but i just started rambling. i think when i get a little older i'm going to write a memoir, and quantico is going to take up a huge chunk of it, and i think i'm going to use real names. real first names at least. teachers students sales associates. no one will be spared. what's the name of the lead singer from The Killers? i get all tingly in places whenever i hear him sing. i want him to take me to prom.
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