Well I'm not okay, I'm not oh-fucking-kay.

So I've written about a novella's (or so) worth of material in a month and a half or so. My brain is mentally drained from all these collegial labors, (disregarding finals). Its been taxing on my psyche, already strained by a short attention span (guess what I should be doing right now?) and a lack of reserve energy (at all times let alone now). Furthermore my tribulations are not done yet, still 10 more pages to go, that will bring my count to about 60+ pages total and over 17,000 words, at least a novella by any definition.

And I think I wore too many layers of clothes, today's count brings me up to 5, its making me look fatter then I usually do.

1st layer: Small KXLU t-shirt
2nd layer: Medium Grey t-shirt
3rd layer: Longsleeve Green shirt
4th layer: Grey hoodie
5th layer: Daniel Johnston t-shirt

Excessive?

Ugh, well no, I am okay, its just that song is how I feel.

For the record, My Chemical Romance is a good band. There ... I said it.

I want to make a U2 cover band, It'll be called Us2, and it will be just us two. And we'll make our first album, "We Were Also At The Joshua Tree, But U2 Didn't Notice Us There At the Time."

I want to make so many bands, but just to use up these awesome band names I came up with;
-I'm A French Existentialist Writer, Love Me!*
-I'm Not the Enemy Shao Kahn Is*
-The Band Before Time (Land Before Time cover band)*
-I'm Rainbow Fucking Randolph (Lots of I'ms)
-Philip K Dick the Movie
-Bring Me the Head of Miles Davis
-GASP!!
-I'm In!
-Eejanaika (Isn't It Great?)
-What the Hell

If you want to use any of them, let me know first and I'll let you know if its okay. The Star (*) denotes that you can't, but the others you can ask.

I'm okay now
I'm okay now
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth, I mean this, I'm okay.
(Trust me)

BWBD

Old BWBD pictures from late 2008 to early 2009.

God is nowhere. (God I'm fat in this, not photogenic at all.)

Ray ray.

I like this one a lot, it was in a auditorium, and although it was the best sound system we've ever used (really, it was nice), we still had a buttload of technical problems.

Ryan's old pedalboard, back when punk rock was simpler.

Halloween performance.

This is my bass Robespierre, she sometimes looks like this after performances.

Ray doesn't like shoes very much.

The crew, and a pixie shooting out of the frame.

Had to put at least one of me singing I guess.

Michael Myers briefly pausing his homocidal spree to rock out.

Everything zen, I don't think so.

No new adventures recently.

Just letting you all (or probably just you) know that I'm still alive.

Believe It Or Not I Care's first show, though can be interpreted a marginal success through the volition of people actually being there, and the comparison to the turnouts that other bands have had (case-in-point Nirvana's to a room-full of chairs) was in fact not in our own hearts. We will get better though, it has been a while since any of us has performed live, so we could only get better, right?

Furthermore we always appreciate constructive feedback, I personally do not like to hear that I was good if I wasn't, honesty is key to our improvement.

But the noise, I like the noise, don't tell me that we should get rid of the noise, its staying until I see fit.

A tip for the day; if you come across a word you do not know, either through someone using it or you wanting to use it, look it up immediately, expanding your vocabulary is cool you know.

I leave you with this.

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.

Not that I'm interesting enough to have a blog but whatever, right?

As a band name, "Believe It Or Not I Care".

Yes/No?

Watch "Pump Up the Volume" and you'll understand its context, but in a nutshell its a suicide help hotline that the highschool in the film sets up that is laughed at by all the cool alternative kids.