| Apr 18, 2003 "Today skies are painted colors of a cowboy's cliche'. And strange how clowds that look like mountains in the sky are next to mountains anyway." I've spent most of my spring break playing my guitar. I'm still wroking on a song. I've got acouple of ideas but that's it. I can't seem to get past the simple riffs that I come up with. And everything seems to have the same strumming. I dunno. Other than that I've been looking for a job. I guess I'm gonna work over at Stanford (the college) in a dinning hall. Not my idea of a good job but my cousin works there so at least I'll have some one to talk to. This background looks like shit with pieces of vomit splatterd around. hmmm... I really want to start a band and I keep saying it but never do anything to get it going. Why is Rice-A-Roni the San Fransisco treat? When do I get to have my day? Why can't I come up with a song? When will I meet her? Have I met her already? Why do I ask weird questions? When will I get to leave? Who's going with me? Why do I feel like everyone's watching me? Why do I watch everyone els? Who's worth watching? What does Jaded mean? Why do my hands hurt? Where are the rest of my CD's? When does my future begin? Why don't I keep my own promises? Why don't I take my own advice? What makes the piano so cool? What makes it so uncool? Why so many questions? If I could have any question answered, what would it be? What's up with all these weird dreams? Are they dreams, or just thought I have at night? Why doesn't my guitar sound as good as an actual musician's guitar does? Why do I give in too easily? Will you be my naighbor? Why must everything result in a joke? What would have happend if I told her yes? When do I get my yellow belt? What would I do if my family read these entries? Why do I feel like there's a part of me missing and it's right under my nose? |