best show ever

we went to the trey concert at jones beach tonight. what an amazing night. what a fucking amazing show it was. it was the best show i've ever seen. he played three encores with mike gordon. i was friggin blown away. i have so much respect for trey, he's just such a super guy.

next up is radiohead at madison square garden on tuesday. i found out today that marisa is going to the show too, so we'll probably go together and try to sit with her. i'm sure bill will be happy about that.

so waiting for me when i got home was a tape containing episodes of pete and pete sent by this lady. thanks cupcake, i needed something to level out my coffee table. i'm joking of course.

i haven't eaten meat in two days. i wonder how long i can go. not that i'm a tree hugger or anything.

speaking of killing animals, birds these days seem a lot more confident on the roads. i've been having to swerve left and right to avoid them suckers. they're either just lazy or have a bird death sentence.

i have work tomorrow. i haven't been there since tuesday. my pay check is only going to be in the double digits. i haven't seen my parents since wednesday. i wonder how they're doing.

i'm beat from boogying all night long. i'm going to mosey on to bed to see what happens.

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yeah, i didn't go to bed. instead, i perused the aol main menu and decided to add installment three of my pathetic aol project. remember now, you have to be on aol to use these links, so go ahead and sign yourself up. you shant be disappointed.

they changed the interface somewhat and somehow managed to stuff more mindless garbage onto the menu. i found this some dumb whore has a crush on some ugly bastard. who the fuck gives a damn? "Those scenes where he's wearing that Hawaiian shirt in battle are awesome. Or how about when he's wearing his cute little uniform? And don't forget his adorable southern accent! Yum!" oh god. stuff a sock in it. i think this guy was in the faculty. what a great acting career he has. fucking heart throbs. i can't stand them. they do nothing and get so much acclaim from worthless teeny boppers who have nothing better to do than fantasize about their naked asses.

i can't really say why i went off like that. it felt good though. i looked up this "jessica" chick's bio, which is half a page long. "Someone from AOL overheard me talking about all of my crushes while in line at the movies and the rest is history! I feel so lucky because I get to share my crushes with you every month!" there are a total of 8 exclamation marks in her whole information page. there's nothing i hate more than exclamation marks everywhere. people who are that excited need to get shot in the head.

i hate jessica and i hate aol.

in other news, i traded my guitar for tim's drum. i'm going to beat that thing senseless. i'm just going to keep beating it. i'm going to beat it until my hands bleed.

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you would think i'd have some escape from reality in my dreams. girls hate me in both worlds though. i had this dream last night that i came across a community of people who had boyfriends and girlfriends in jail. they lived next to the prison in a cave. i was just visiting. so then i saw this girl that looked a lot like christina aguilera. then it was me and are walking to haagen dazs. i asked her for a lighter and she gave me a plastic spoon. i asked her what i was supposed to do with the spoon. she came really close to me, all face-to-face like, like she was about to kiss me. then she told me she hated me and never wanted to see me again.

i woke up so sore today from the trey concert. i boogied so much last night. i was sharing in groove like no other. it was such an amazing show. it could have gone on all night for all i cared, i would have stayed through it.

the pete and pete tape i was sent reminds me too much of the early 90s. it's kinda scary. the early 90s was a pretty cool time and all, but there is something so strange about it, i just can't really pick it out. there were some boogers in my nose, i picked them out in no time. but the strangeness of the early 90s remains unpickable.