He might be in Burger King's, spittin on your onion rings...
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Saturday, November 15, 2008
6:31 AM
I'm gettin real good at Cancer on the piano. It's got the feel of a dying patient's final requests and all when I play. That's the one thing I pride myself at, at being musical and emotional during playing. ;p
I haven't started on the Evanescence one, and I keep screwing up the chords for Gavin DeGraw's Follow Through, but heck, my guitar ain't even acoustic. My acoustic hasn't even been sent for maintenance.
Sigh.
Anyway, I tried out a few Paramore songs yesterday. Misery Business, That's What You Get, Crush, For A Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic. And I could say I was pretty alright, I could hit the high notes and not go out of tune. And my voice doesn't hurt today, or feel irritated, which probably means I could've gone further.
Gosh life is getting sicker and more twisted by the minute.
I'm listening to Full Moon by The Black Ghosts, a la the Twilight Soundtrack, and it's a sickfest.
Right now, I'm thinking about what a slut that bitch is. You should hear the way she talks.
I'm still not over what she did.
Anyway, I'm over hating her though.
There's no point sucking up to bitchiness.
Why don't you just fuck off and die? - Down With the Sickness, Disturbed.
And LAY OFF ASSHOLES. If you claim you don't care about them anyway, then My Chemical Romance's mental state is none of your fucking business? AITE?
And for the last time EVEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR, MCR is not emo.
Emoness is for people with no direction in life, and so they decide to sit there and mope about how unfair things are to them. I don't see MCR doing that.
So shut up.
DAMN how did this post get so pissed up?!?!
@$%!%&@!(*&!%!&!(#@&@#%@^#$@.
GAH!!!!!!!!
