Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
onsdag, september 11, 2002
I am so damn tired. bwaaaa. I like how I am taking physics. I hope I don't really have to read this.
I like filling in the blanks on the "before I die" lists on the board in my head. heheheheh.
my throat hurts like a mother because I sing like one.
ahhh so tired. but I'll still stay up reading.
whenever I play with toys, I will break them. it just happens that way. and I'm not talking about toys.
sometimes I listen to blugrass and country.
wouldn't it be funny if sam likes to debate music labels like "country" and "bluegrass" just as much as he likes to debate "punk" and "indie rock?"
corbett and I might be a team of movie reviewers for the Voice. that would be cool.
I've had Winstead's for dinner for the last two nights. I love it.
tomorrow I'm going to go to school and I'm going to be myself and wear those hella cool pants I got, then my mom had them hemmed and now they're really short. they still rock my face off.
just like anyone who reads this.
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