I don’t read your blog


But I know you read mine.

I mean, yeah, I have been to yours a couple times, I have glanced through it, but its not bookmarked. Hell, I don’t even know the URL.

What does this say about me? What does this say about you?

I don’t know, I am rambling.

I am stuck in london right now, not stuck in a conventional sense, stuck in that there is ill weather and my Mother will not allow me to leave her hotel until its aparently gone.

I know, I am 20, I should be able to do what I want, and I can. But when my mother starts crying because she is worried I’ll be killed driving to work, I sort of cant help but respect the way she is feeling.

I’ve driven through worse, much worse. I remember the day back in January where the bus broke down in Illinois and we had a 13 hour drive straight to make it to the next show in Massachusetts. the weather was so shitty there wasnt a car going faster than 40(MPH). But the only way we could make it was to drive at least the speed limit or higher. I am pretty sure I was the only person willing to do this.

Mind you, It was probably the scariest ride anyone else in the band had encountered, and the bus broke down again, this time on a hill, without a parking break. But if it hadn’t, we would have made the show on time.

Im not tooting any horns. When it comes to that stuff, I’m pretty fearless. Sure, I can’t enter a haunted house, or watch a scary movie. But for some reason I actually have no fear while doing other things that could ACTUALLY end in me being hurt.

I don’t even know why I am saying all this. Probably because I am just cooped up in this room with nothing to do.

I could go to the mall and spend money, but I bought 200 Bucks worth of AA yesterday. I don’t have ANY videogames, and I really don’t watch T.V.


Expect like 10 more blogs today.

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