i dont think anyone knows how epic it would be if The Beatles, The Bee Gees, and Boston combined tallent...they would be called Beaston.
big news, i'm getting a hair cut.im getting away from the emo look as far as the hair comes.it's just going to be typical preppy-messed up hair... nothing special.why the change?im re applying at mcdonalds.for strictly financial purposes.well and the fact that everyone at swiss chalet is a fagget stoner.and they are mean... emenslyi left mcdonalds before because i had a summer job. but i didnt leave on very jolly terms...they accused me of stealing 5 cheeseburgers..which i didnt doa guy who worked at mcdonalds came in and asked for 5 cheeseburgers, and jokingly i said to the RETARD 15 year old kitchen worker to make 5 cheeseburgers.the guy who requested the burgs had left by this time.the duece-fag in kitchen was making them and got caught. and me, in the back washing dishes (because that was my job (NOT KITCHEN)) was confronted by the manager and written up.i've matured TONS since then (10 months ago)i have a WICKED refference from my dad, the cherry plant, AND harveys, since the incident... so i should be good to work...i've been working hard since i left mcdonalds...and plus they have cameras in the kitchen now so..
i like the lpace because:-as many hours as i can get my hands on! i can take other people's shifts, work double shifts.
-i know the managers, my brother is one.
-sometimes i work 9 hours a day... 5 days a week.
-$5-600 dollars every week-regular raises
-a potential shot at employee of the month-employee of the year-most improved (which i SHOULD have got last christmas!!!! stupid matt barber!)
-WAY more friends there-more responsibility
-amazing discounts nearly EVERYWHERE!
dislikes:
-must have short hair.
-no hair nets
-have to pay for replacements of the uniforms
-have perscribed uniforms (your responsibility)
-not as much lolly gagging as swiss chalet
-dad doesnt like me working till 1 in the morning... on a school night.
-smell grouse afterwards.
-people get mad if you have to stay over at there house because you have no ride home, and you come in at 1 in the morning... smelling like crap.
-i think they drug you-ONE DRINK/SHIFT MAXIMUM!!! no one follows that rule anyway so its all good.
why do coke and pepsi taste the same?aren't they the same company?what the heck?! how can you like one more than the other, that doesnt make any sense at all
i love words that sound SO weird when you say them over and over. whenever i hear one i like to say it over and over and over so people see what im talking about,.. without knowing i was ever talking about it.
whenever i walk and listen to music at the same time i walk to the beat of the music...no matter how fast... if the song is in quadruplits, triplets, anything... thats how i roll....... stroll...hai also like to stroll...lock your hands behind your back, dont talk, lift your chin up... and you have a stroller.
back to the music walking thing,.. whenever i think about walking off-beat I CANT!its impossible! try it! impossible
why is the class "English" called "English"?why not all it literature?same with french.. it should be... "foreign"jeez/
jeez jeez jeez jeez jeez jeez jeez jeez... see?
OK HERE'S A DOOSIE!!!!WHY... do people put FLOWER patterns on sheets BAM!!
WTFlip?
like... flowers! they are the lamest things on the planet.why not guitars! or siringes!!!!!i would rather (deja vu) have a bunch of needles on (or in) my sheets than a wimpy FLOWER!(deja vu again)
i love deja vu!keeps me on my toes.
but seriously FLOWERS!obviously a girls idea ...if a guy had the choice it would be a gun. or a rotten deer carcus.i would put one BIG ASS music note or something.maybe a plaid pattern, with a music note border... and a big deer carcus right smack dab as the center piece... yeah that is my dream..imagine asking your great aunt for that! not me... i asked for trackers... what was i thinking... thing is.. i got TWO quilts with trackers on them... and one with hunting dogs and ducks... no dead deer. just dead ducks... exciting
while im at it i must say i LOVE my grandma!she tought me NOT to walk outside in my socks.i learned the hard waywho cares
dont you love old people hair>it just seems to flow.like... it's softer than young people's... i dont know why
WO i just pictures my mom in the seventies sitting in her room playing harmonica to that one Elton John song... scary
ever think you can do something... then when you try you just suck? like bassill be thinking about a sweet lick. then ill pick up teh intrument and play... then i will forget or just not be fast enough to play what i was thinking...sucksi liek those times when you just lay there, close your eyes, play four or ive notes, add pauses, slip in a hammer on and a slide. then SHIZZAM! you have a riffthose are good times.i think someone should come out with a cd of just guitar and drums.just randomly two hours of them playing off into space.so you can add bass and just make crap up.play along with ithave funthat would be so stellar!profound even.that is where babies are made.
my band needs a name still...if there is anyone reading this we NEED a RIGHTEOus name.
*Note: -Garbage- is already taken :'(oh well. we move on.-Trashmen- isn't...
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