I swear its youuuuu. I'm feeling sick, and heroic. Should I help a stranger? I think it could be cool. Not possible though. Fuck it not possible. I think I'm gonna have me and Forrest write a real song, with real lyrics, and two geetars. He is nice enough, could make a pretty song. He is also, probably, better than me. My books come Wednesday. Sweet. I am so excited for P&P. Gonna be dope. I wanna have a sound like Jason Mraz. Who sees that shit coming from me? NO ONE! that's who. Do do doooo. I am supposed to be writing my essay. I am not though. James Joyce is awesome, but he doesn't need my paper to know that. Silly man. Theres a coke in front of my face, but I am resisting. RESIST. nnoooo moree noooooooo more. I'm gonna go write more, but not enter this yet. Lets see if my mood is different after. -------------------------------------------- I'd say I'm a rough 3rd done. If that. Oh Gabriel, do you really care about the past? Well, DO YOU!?!? ANSWER ME! -------------------------------------------- So on this particular essay break, I wrote, what I think is, a dope ass song. Minor keys, so its sad-ish sounding, but is hella pretty. It has an intro, a middle, a chorus, pretty much everything. I might even base the words off of that story I wrote a while ago. That could be cool right? -------------------------------------------- now I'm chit chatting with Miss Jordan Lee. This is muh new break. Showed her muh new song. She hated it. -------------------------------------------- Fuck my hand is sore from this damn song. Stupid bar chord from hell. It is purty though. No words, also. I just can't find a way to sing. I guess I should base a song off the lyrics first though, and not the actual notes. ------------------------------------------- I drank part of the coke. ---------------------------------------------- Pahahah, I stopped and was at 669 words. I guess I'll keep going. ----------------------------------------- I think I'm gonna stop. Probably 3 pages in. I'm sort of using a weird standpoint. I hope thats a good thing. YAY FOR TWISTING WORDS! Night yall, 3:36 AM