because i'm a little all over the place -

and very tired/fed up to say the least. it's been a long night. make that weekend. it was fun though - i had a visitor and my friends tyler and matt and i took him into san francisco. but still, everything was crazy nonetheless. i don't even know what to write about anymore. the point behind starting this blog was to have some sort of place where i could get all of my thoughts out. albeit in a screwed up sort of way. i wasn't sure if i wanted anybody to read them, but at this point, it's getting harder and harder for me to write here. i feel like i don't want everybody getting inside my head. i feel like all of my attempts to be poetic or philosophical are just misconstrued as me trying to sound intellectual and failing miserably. i don't know any of you. not a single person who is reading this. most of my friends don't even know about this site. it's just a bunch of random, semi-curious people who somehow ended up here. but whatever. since i feel like writing, i'm going to bombard everyone with my random, nonsensical thoughts. i really want someone to make a movie on either led zeppelin or ac/dc, and i really want to have a starring role in it. i know i'm not a dude or a rockstar (although i'm working on the latter - rockstar, that is), but i could be the love interest or something. i'd totally be with any one of those rockstar guys. i also realized today just how hot layne staley was (alice in chains). why did he have to kill himself? i could have made him happy. well...nevermind that. i also realized recently, just how OLD my little brother is. he's always been so little to me, even though he's now 6'2"-ish - the huge motherfucker. but he's 16 now. i always took his age for granted. i remember feeling all high and mighty when i was 12, but he's always been little no matter what. well, now he's old. i did something crazy a few weeks ago that i wanted to write about, but i'm totally spacing it. weird, you would think i would remember something that's "oh, so crazy," but no. not me. oh. i think i flashed all of white plaza the other day. in fact i know i did. this needs no further explanation. i just don't want to think about it. this was awhile ago, but i was thinking recently how well i rocked a pillow case at a toga party. i don't know how, but i mangaged to pass a pillow case off as a toga. it was a very skimpy toga, but it worked. my favorite laughs in the world are the whistle-y laughs that old guys do. usually drunken sometimes bummish old guys. it makes me laugh. it just dawned on me that i like to make up new words. and as much as i hate over-exagerated sneezing, wimpy sneezes just piss me off. it's just like, come on. stop trying to be so cute. fucking sneeze, damn it. oh. i signed about twenty guys' bare asses earlier this evening. it was interesting. they gave me love letters as well. the perks of pledge quarter i guess. i’m tired of FREAKIN’ school, yo. why can’t it just be summer? i mean…why? this is just unnecessary. finally, may i just end with the fact that saxophones fuck songs over. thank you.