I just wiped out on my bike. So as I'm sitting here bleeding blood, (Which is very awkward, usually my wounds are painless and bleedless), I'm thinking, "Well, I guess this means I must write a journal entry on the deviant art. Alas." :

Oh, wow! I haven't written an entry since Green Day. Best night of my life. Or, for more proper phrasing, I had the time of my life. Mariah and I made it right up to the catwalk, (IE, quite very very close), and I had a spazzy-flailing-yelling-screming-fighting time. I felt really depleated and sick afterwords, which was cool, and layed around in the lobby while Mariah went to find a water source. People thought I was a druggie.

Billie and the boys gave a real, down and dirty, performance. I mean, they really give it their all, really hard workers, no pretence or any hint of anything like successful snobbyness. Like I said, down and dirty. It was everything I hoped for and more. My 2 prized possesions, (camera & mp3), got stolen and I wasn't even upset, it was that mindblowing. I'm so grateful the my mom took us.

On that musical note, (wow, sneaky nasty pun), there's a chance of getting a drum set this weekend, which of course means our band gets off the ground. I've dyyying dyyying dyying for a band, I can't even tell you, it'd mean so much for me. We're pondering the names 'Memories of Tommorow' and 'Death At Disneyland' at the moment, lemme know what you think.


Regis Philbun.

I won a suh-weet leather jacket off ebay yesterday, cant wait to get it. I'm debating whether or not I should put big spikey cone spikes on the shoulder or not.

My first journal got wiped out and I have to rewrite this.

Mariah and I took a high-speed shopping cart ride through Mazon last weekend. It was stupendifiying. We also speant 4+ hours writting a story about Jenny and it seems to be gaining popularity.


I can't bend my arm anymore.


23 days until the first haunted house parade. 35 days until we open. It's gonna be killer sweet, (arrrgh pun ambush!), this year and I expect all of you who aren't working to come visit. (Cody and Steve: you need to come work with us at least once! You can't imagine the jolly good times you'll have. Potentially.)


Maybe Jesus has come back to earth and re-crucified already. Maybe his name was Kurt?

I've had some quite lousy thing to deal with lately, but I've been pleasingly strong about it all and I'm doing all right.

The episode of Yo Gabba Gabba! with Jack Black (entittled 'New Friends' ) will fufill your lifetime wants meter and save your soul. Watch it.

Micheal Jackson isn't really dead, and that's all I have to say about that.