I had a PB&J for lunch today. It was good, because its my favorite food. God, Im SO BORED.

My 9 year old brother was playing around on my facebook earlier and he saw one of those chain mails where someone claimed they would brutally murder you if you dont send to 5 other pages. He got scared and now he convinced me to let him sleep in the basement with me. The irony is well, i sleep in our basement. Well anyway, END CHAIN MAIL!

For some reason, I suddenly want to be a mod.

Omigod. Someone wants us to play in a club. They are paying us willingly. This is the first people we havent had to kidnap and torture to have them let us play. Labor Day weekend, I love ya! If your in Topeka at 7:30 at Labor Day, come by The Duckling (Weird club name aint it?) and come check out (insert band name here)! Remember, we are a punk/hard rock/ grunge band. So only come if you like music like that. Actually no, scratch that, even if you dont like grunge/hard rock/punk i want you to come, because, WE NEED MONEY. Woo! Im so fucking excited!

I just spent 32 minutes breaking open a can of ravioli with a broken can opener, and cut myself twice. After all that, the ravioli wasnt even very good. What a world...

I just rode my bike, (car broke down) 6 miles to get to reahearsal, 2 hoursof flailing my arms, smacking drums, riding 6 miles to get back, and now i have to study. My goddamn arms are gonna fall off!!

Just packaged care packages for three hours, listening to Guns N Roses. Today is a good day!