When I turned eighteen I made some goals I needed to do before I turned twenty years old. I pretty much forgot what they were since I thought of them when I was awake for about thirty hours. I remembered two of them one of which I have accomplished. One was to get a tattoo, which I got a few months ago in Canada. The other goal I though of was to get back the six pack abs I lost from doing nothing for the longest time haha. I now have two more to add to this and since I writing them in my handy dandy Blogger account I can remember them. One is to record four songs in the hardcore to pop punk style (Undecided) made by myself and do the singing as well. I'll get someone to do that drums seeing as how I'm nt the best in the world. The other is to buy a Les Paul. I don't really care if its a Gibson or not though. I'm pretty content with an Epiphone.
My white fluffy cat Maxwell is super sick. He has been turding and pissing everywhere, and not the "non-stink" poops. These smell unbearable to these nostrils. My mother is taking him to the vet. He decided to turd all over himself in the cat carrier before she left. I bet that was a sight to see/ smell.
TIFY is coming up and I am stoked as ever. I haven't been in a year or two due to either lack of money or being on tour with the now multi-platinum No Harm Done. I have the money and the time off this year so I can make the time in my super duper busy schedule (I do nothing) to go. Tomorrow should be spent in Orlando with Chris, Dylan, and Nathan to pratice for our power-voilence musical endeavor. This should turn out to be pretty fun. And Matt Cantwell will be returning home in a few days. I wish I could have gone on his US tour with him and all the other people I love (Except for Charles for disclosed reasons between Tommy and I haha).
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