It's decided, I'm going to go to Minneapolis, whether in college, or not. I'm going. I'm thinking of a major in History, Journalism, or Photography. I just want to live there. I don't care if I don't live with my brother. I mean it'd be nice to. But just living there would be great enough.

-Seth

So, Kyriè told me that we're (Kyriè, Joe, and I) opening for Taylor and everyone else playing there on the 20th. So, that should be intersting. We're playing "Ten Minutes" by The Get Up Kids, which happens to be one of my favorite songs. And we're also playing "Pressure" by Paramore. Both are pretty good songs..with some drum fills (Eek!). I hope I don't screw up. I just need practice. I need to set up my drum set soon. And REAL soon at that.

I'm glad that were playing though.



Drumming away,
Seth.

-sigh- It's almost Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday. Just think of it, two (or more) complete (and great) nations, gathering together in harmony, and celebrating a feast to companionship. It's great. Why can't we be that way? Because were full of hicks, stuck up rich people, who won't share anything that's theres.
But, that aside, if you find me cheery this weekend, it's because of Thanksgiving.

This weekly (weekly, not weakly, although it is that too) updated journal is turning into almost a daily one. I can't help myself. I pour out my feelings in here, and no one reads it. I love it. No one cares on here, whereas on Xanga, Myspace, or Livejournal everyone has one of those. So everyone knows what you're thinking. Thanks to Scoots, who showed me this. And I love it dearly.

You know, Jordan is my best friend. I can tell him anything, no matter how personal (although, keeping some privacy is direly important) it may be. He'll just help me through it, and I'll move on, and he won't laugh about. We might joke around and crap, but we know it's just a joke. And we get over it.

Two boxelder bugs interacting with each other. What could they possibly be communicating about? Shelter? Food? Life?

Who knows?
Only they do.



The mysteries of the world.

I can't stand any more of this crap.

"..you need to get involved in something.."

Don't you understand!


I don't like sports, I don't like school, or anything about it or dealing with it, and I certainly don't like being around people there.

So, why don't you just fuck off?



Because, right when I think everything's going fine.
You come and scold me yet again..for what?

For not being in anything, that's not excuse.

Sorry I hate people, and school, and organizations.

Sorry, I'm not your "perfect" son.

I'm so glad that it's almost winter. November is the best season, it's the ending of one beautiful season, and the beginning of another.

How I Love November