fuckyouscenekid

i like spreading my literary seed all over the internet, i'm going to write something on here because it has been a while and my other blogs/journals are either getting old to me these days, or too much drama is caused by people reading it. (not really now, but thats how it usually works) what happened to stuff like this being just for ME? i like people reading my thoughts, but people like to read too deep into things. trust me, i'm "shallow as a shower". cliche phrases and played out metaphors are about all you'll get from me these days. oh well. anyway, remember the old FOE? i kind of miss it.

i have been sitting here wasting my day on wasted words you used to say to me. when we met, you forgot to tell me that one day i would probably hate you. maybe i should have read the fine print, but my eyes were strained from watching you so closely. not in a "you're up to something" way, more like "you're working the room and you know it". it usually takes three shots before i have enough nerve to make eye contact.(my confidence always sits at 1/4 of a tank) maybe this night i should have looked anywhere else. i should have found any other pair of eyes. but i found yours. you had me under lock and key in seconds. i froze. you smirked. i looked away. you walked towards me. from that point on its all a blur of blonde hair, smoke, the taste of vodka, moving hands and muffled words. sometimes i think its the alcohol that attracted you to me, and the comfort that kept you around. to be honest, i(t) never really felt right.

Today I woke up and decided that summer had offically started. "Lets
turn the next two months into a million memories." In the end, that's
what you get out of every second, minute, hour, day, week, month that
passes. I told myself i was going to write down every great thing that
happens to me in my notebook and keep it with me forever. Pages upon
pages of things that cause me to smile. I'll love it the same way that
i love pictures because they usually only capture the happy moments in
life. No matter what will happen, i'll always have something to remind
me that life can be amazing at times. Maybe i'll write about how i held
hands with the most beautiful girl in the world while we watched a
sappy romantic comedy. Or how I woke up and saw her sleeping next to
me, and smiling because she was having a good dream. I'll be sure to
take a picture with my mind, so when i go back and read my entries i'll
be able to picture it again. June sixth starts a whole new chapter in
my life. It's going to be amazing. I hope I can find a notebook big
enough.

Whats up Buzznet?? Long time no chat! This is the second time ive remembered i had one of these and promised myself I would post more. Lets see if it sticks this time!

I don't care what anyone says, im going to keep using the ! when i type out Panic! at the disco. I've been doing it for years, and it just doesn't seem right without it. Plus, if i just write "P!" most people know what im talkin about. If you don't, go back to 2005 and pay attention this time.


Speaking of P!, tonight  Honda Civic Tour comes through DALLAS!  I gotta give a shout out to Erick  at FBR  for the guest list spot.  I would  say expect pics up, but Palladium doesn't allow cameras. wtf? who wants to give me some kind of awesome Buzznet press pass so I can put this badass Canon Rebel XT I borrowed from my gf to good use. =)


I like Tygas new video for "Coconut Juice". Sure, it DOES remind me a lot of an Aaron Carter video, only with more bling and alcohol. But its not a bad song. People have been talking shit about Tyga since he came out. I call those people "haters". They just wish they had a video with honeys, pete wentz, travie, Lil wayne, and all kinds of big ridiculous sunglasses. Keep doin your thing Tygaman.


Oh, and does anyone know the names of Cobra Starship and Metro Stations merch guys? one of them took a pic of me wearing my "i love black people" shirt and i think we should be friends on myspace. just sayin.

Anyway, if we are friends on here, and you are reading this. drop me a line. i need a reason to keep me posting here.

wordtoyourmother.

J.Spurg.

is it just me, or does the fact that everyone has their myspace page set to private kind of take away from the fun of the whole thing? now, dont get me wrong, im not anymore of a mysapce stalker than anyone else is(if you say you aren't, you're a liar. a dirty stinking liar) but when i used to get bored, i would just browse random people pages. gave me something to do, and i actually met some pretty badass people that way. maybe its just the myspace Gods telling me i need to keep my page browsing to the limits of my own friends list. that or i just need to break the myspace addiction and spend more time on wonderful pages such as this.

i recently switched from a desktop pc to a notebook and i cant really seem to get used to it. its not the first time ive used one of these, but i always run into the same problem. i cant seem to type without my thumb grazing the touchpad and making my cursor click into the middle of another sentence. its really annoying. i guess if i followed the "home keys" rule we were taught back in  keyboarding class, my thumb would reamin on the spacebar where it belongs. but i dont use the homekeys. im a rebel.

i got my haircut today, and im pretty satisfied with it. its shorter, so you can see my eyes now. well, that and i can see when im doing my work and dont have to push my bangs out of my face every five seconds. are guys allowed to call the front of their hair "bangs" or is there another term for that. and what is it that makes a part of your hair bangs anyway? somone let me know if im using the term incorrectly. but i cant promise ill stop.

new fall out boy. i like it. i dont care what anyone thinks.

it looks like britney in the 19 second clip, but who really knows. there was one floating around back when i was in highschool that looked like her too. maybe its just the older verison of that chick.

i made a cobra starship shirt and im damn proud of it. (Yeah,yeah, bring on the homo jokes Jude)

im willing to switch to t-mobile just so i can get  a sidekick 3. because im jealous of anyone who has one.

i think im going to go to sleep. if anyone asked, i was working on my global warming paper all night, and not whoring it up on here, got it?

 

good.

its not so much that i hate this face, its that i hate the things i think about when im looking at it. im a well orchestrated disaster with an even better cover up.(im the new 9/11) i cant forget my mistakes, i can only obsess over them. "move forward jacob." every over the shoulder glance knocks me back a few steps. im living life on a treadmill. its been a while so chances are you already forgot about me. that seems to be the trend these days.(im a one hit wonder.) i remember days when the smiles weren't forced and i was excited about tomorrow. late nights driving on I30. walks in the park. (i caught myself before i said the words) maybe its just this time of year. its cold outside but my hearts colder. im ashamed that im even feeling like this. i hate november.

picture me falling face first, and realize that it was all your fault. how does that  make you feel? im reaching out to you, please stop looking the other way. im getting desperate. i could sit here and throw you a million lines, and you wouldnt grab a single one. (convince me you weren't lying. make me understand.) you can keep stepping away sweetheart. try and forget about us(me). believe what you did was okay. all i want is a second chance. i miss (the old) you.

Yeah, so im sitting in class right now and i cant really say im that excited about it. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to have night classes should be shot. Im pretty excited about this new FOE setup, because i had totally forgot about buzznet. Anyway, just thought i would post a little something. Ill will be posting more, trust me. because im an internet whore like that.

 

Keep it gangster my nergers.