things, I want.

Rane Mixer, so I can learn how to do this shittttt.

2 Of these please to practice on! 

And 2 of these.

The interface box.

The most beautiful car I have ever seen, and the thing I want most. Of course.

Iphone!

New Macbook Pro.

Sony Cyber Shot.

So I guess I have a lot of money to be saving .. hahah. If I even had a job.

new name: Prince

new hair cut. thanks little T <3

I am productive. And maybe not so alone, a point has been made to me, I wanted to keep this thing updated with activites that I partake in everyday but I decided that was no fun.

I'd rather write what I feel, or what I think.

I'd rather be in Europe. Or California.

I really miss change.

  a simple weekend of having a good time.

im tired now, and want to sleep forever.

my heart hurts.

Do you know what it's like to finally breathe? For the past two weeks I have been driving myself crazy. exhale.

"Down the old staircase...I'm walking out the door. I feel lost here tonight, everything has changed since that summer before. Stumbling
forward...I'm glancing back. There's no one in the window begging me
to come back. The streetlights are burning. But I'm not yet ready for
this day to be done. Cause I always come up short. I'm always lusting
for something more. And so I push right into the night harder and
harder until my heart beats just right. Across downtown and over the
tracks. Exhaustion finally taking hold...down to the place I love
where nobody knows. Old photographs much too late at night. I Dream of
times I wish I could leave behind. And I always Wake up ugly and
dissatisfied. I've gotta change my mind. I've gotta change my life:get
down to the root of the problem:cure my misdirection:cause all the
laughs die at closing time and I lie awake wondering why I'm an all or
nothing kid and why I've been feeling like nothing all of the time.
Where do I go? Am I on my own?"



Modern Life is War once again, the band that pushes me through and always has a way with having lyrics that can explain exactly how I feel. I keep asking myself, what am I doing here? Where am I going?