You . . .

Are the threat
Are the piece of scum under my sneakers
Nothing more but a pebble in the poor girls shoe
We all have nothing but opposition for you . . . loathing.

"Maybe you can appreciate this saw created with your nails, use it to cut off your lips and stuff them in your nostrils, empty my bladder into your dirty mouth. Gargle my fluid. Hum you an old tune while we dismember your legs. Hung upside down by your waist. I blind fold myself with the skin of your thigh, . . . spin 5 times . . . and use your leg to swing at you like a pinata."

Fucktard! :D

I Dispise . . .

. . . Mosquitos! Damn monstrous vermin. I've got bites all over me man = (
Well, anyways, the temperture in my room lastnight (don't mean to sound like such a whiny bitch) was sweltering. Maybe it was just me. Reminds me of a great song though . . . Summertime Clothes by: Animal Collective. I advise you get on it if you are into the strange and unusual. The meanings of their songs go deep.

Right now I should be carrying out the task of cleaning my room since I will be having guest over tonight. My room is awfully untidy . . . but it seems that I can not motivate myself to do something about it right now. Hmmmm . . . do not think of me as lazy (though I indeed can be) but I feel that the progress of my room will come in short time while I muster up the determination to make it sparkle . . . wow, I'm talking about cleaning my room. Oi!

Tomorrow's going to be mad rad dude, VANS WARPED TOUR 2009!!!!! Like music to my ears. So many good bands . . . so little time. Soakin up the sun and chillan with people similar to yourself . . . just taking in and enjoying the music. It is going to be an excellent day.

I am syked man.

Gotta go take care of that room now, oh boy!

My First Blog . . .

Oh la la! My frist blog and I don't know what to blog on about. Hmmmmmm . . . ? Well in the world of Vanna, the lovely and charming Chris Preece, will soon be departing the band and heading south to Texas. I am saddened so, to see him go :* ( <-- see. I made a rhyme too.

Well this is really not a serious blog, and I feel like I'm going to really suck at this stuff, but hey, maybe this will help with my writing skills . . . which I have none of. Ha-ha! Oh jeez!

So Warped Tour is around the corner, just up the street. Coming around Friday and I still don't have a ticket and theres like 20 different times it's starting and 30 different prices for a single damn ticket. Curse the man who decided FYE would no longer sell tickets to happy concert goers like myself. I say man because a women would have thought this through and all the people, like me, who travel all over notheast bumblefuck to figure crap out and have gotten nowhere. Oi!

It's like 1:38am and I'm freakin in my skin . . . I swear my dad is gonna get up and go to the bathroom and find out I'm not asleep, like I should be but, instead I'm blogging about jibber jabber and then he'll freak the fuck out on me. OH NOOOOOOOOOOO! (Mr. Bill right there) I hope you all know who he is, if you don't . . . I'd feel embarrased right about now if I were you. Well it's time to end this blog . . . until next time my friends.

Goodnight!