Here you go.

Jeremy. Fucking lovely kid. He does everything lovely kids do.
Jeremy's parents get divorced.
His dad moves far away, a very wealthy man.
His mom can't stand anything she ever saw. Or did. She's sick of herself.
Jeremy had a girlfriend. He turns around and he finds her too much like his mother.
Jeremy needs a mother though.
Jeremy's dad is too busy.
Jeremy's mom is too sick.
Jeremy is sick from his mother and everything anyone's ever told him.
Jeremy's sad. Jeremy drinks.
Jeremy doesn't know who to believe.
who to trust...
Jeremy is tired.
Jeremy needs a way out.
Jeremy can't even stand himself.

god.

Life is fucking incredible. Dangerous Summer is better than i thought. secret secrets.

I'm happy. I cut my finger at work. That's not why I'm happy. I just always put random thoughts next to eachother.

money in the bank.

Dear world.

So I have writers block. I've locked myself in my room all day writing. I haven't accomplished anything except for frustration. I hate that i can't write a god damn word. In less than 2 months we have 4 days with Paul to finish the 4 songs. Fuck. Not to mention next monday we meet with big Richard from Drive-Thru.

I got new jeans today. I'm happy about it. Material things make me happy. I think. I haven't decided yet.

I've been reading a lot lately, and going on lots of bike rides. Something about being alone is comforting. The other half is tearing me apart.

Albert Camus is an amazing writer, I've been reading The Stranger. It's a pretty epic book. Must reccomend it.

I went to homecoming last night. It was super fun. Although I wandered around most of the time.

I've been feeling so stressed out lately. I dont know why, or anything. I hate it though.

I also hate how everything I write in here have become a bunch of just incomplete thoughts. How is someone supposed to read this?

On the brightside of my life, my moms leaving town next weekend. I get her car and everything.

See, I blame my friendlessness on not having a car anymore. Maybe thats why people were my friends in the first place. I wouldnt call it using me exactly. Maybe convenience? It sucks, but it happens. Or maybe i'm too clingy of a friend. Cause I am. Some people like that? fuck.

I'm sick of my life right now. But dont worry. tomorrow I will love it again. It all depends on many factors.

I like a girl. Whats wrong with that?

The matches are playing an acoustic set at record and tape traders. I'd kill myself before i'd not go.

more days.

So I had dinner with the Boboteks and Cody's dad last night. God I miss the old times with Codys dad and everything. It brought back 9th grade again. But his dad seems super happy these days.

So I'm going to homecoming with Katie Bobotek. Weird, eh? I know. It shall be fun though.

I played Aylin in monopoly today. I owned her in the face. She's one of my new friends. Weird, eh?

Tomorrow is color day. What to wear. Red? I hope so.

So i have to go home after homecoming, cause my mom says shes nuts, and that i'm grounded. Anyone want to come over? We could pull an all-nigher. Eh, no one will come.

Also I decided sunday is reserved for Gilmore Girls. I'm renting some seasons. Please join me.

Tomorrow night nothing to do. Cody has a stupid date. God, I need more friends. I'm becoming a loser. I remember the good old days of going out every night. i just need to find a new group.

I need to also start using this is a hang out classifieds.

I wrote more lyrics tonight...they blow...aj, youre fired.

I've been tearing out my throat with dangerous words.

So I'm lonely as fuck now.

It kills me.

I wish I had someone to talk to.

All I have is this stupid blog.

Cheer up AJ.

Thanks AJ.

I need someone to pick me up out of this god damn hole.


..or i'll start listening to shitty hardcore or something.
side note- from first to last sucks sooo much. why are their shirts everywhere?

...I still can't believe you had the heart to apologize.

So dont you love the ex girlfriends who tell your brother that you stole your moms credit card? Then you walk home from an already shitty day at work to hear your mom screaming that the FBI found out from the chip in my brain?

Oh, and the same ex-girlfriend who is all...ya..let's go to homecoming together, then yesterday says. Wait, I want to go with someone else instead.

so now I'm the dateless loser that will probably end up working on homecoming night. Fuck that.

It made me feel a little bit better when i wrote a song about a dog, and the best day of my life.

Also I was happy to make plans for wednesday. Who knew people would hang out with me?

Random Thoughts.

Cyber Sex.
I don't get it. How does that work?

So my innovation concerning waterbeds is apparently not realistic. Well fuck you everybody. My 11th grade chemistry teacher (Mrs. Nelson) deemed it as an incredible idea. Super-saturation is nothing but the work of God.

So I wrote lyrics to song number 2. Lyrical rythems to songs number 3 and 4. What more can I be asked of? Well, alot more.


I went out to lunch with my grandparents today. I didn't eat anything. Burger King makes me sick fortunately. They informed me that they've got my back. It really makes you think.


I've been hanging out with lots of new people lately. Some hate it, some love it. I need lots of new friends, because I woke up last weekend with a headache the size of virginia.


I love this blog.


I'm single, and looking. Take that Ali.


I reserve my right to say anything I want here.

Lyrics. Are killing me.
Girls. Are killing me.
Why the hell is it so cold outside?
I want to buy a seafoam green vespa and travel the world with Mr. Bobotek.
Until then I will make spaghetti every night for dinner.
I want to go out with the girl that owns the most seasons of Gilmore Girls.
If she doesn't own those, than she must own a scarf. That's my final offer.
We can always rent all the seasons.

The Dangerous Summer.

...is a panic attack waiting to happen. So what if I've played music all my life? Pressure is the first word that comes to mind, yet one that I don't want to use (see: pressure drop (good song in original context, ruined by certain people) and under pressure (good song in original context, ruined even more by so many more people)). I know lots of people are saying, "Dangerous Summer, wow, Lowercase rip off." See, I could handle a Lowercase rip off. The only thing Lowercase ever did was nothing really at all. So when you step into a band that is supposed to actually do stuff to the music they make, it kind of freaks you out. I mean as being me. The once singer of a semi-succesful local band (Overstatement). I've been playing bass for 4 or 5 years now. I don't have anything to show for it. I've been singing for as long as i can remember, not seriously though. People say I can get by though. The getting by part doesn't have me in the liner notes, there is one lady that recieves all the credit for that one. Different story completley though. So I'm placed here on a place where I'm not sure I should be standing. With talk of driving to Philadelphia and hanging out with the founder of a multi-million dollar record company, I really don't know where I should be. I'm tired, that's all.

Fucking.

Ok, so i started a blog. Nice cliche beginning eh? I could continue on about why i started this, but that'd be pointless. We all know i need a place to write and organize some thoughts. Maybe friends will read this, maybe no one will. I will use it though, because for once in my life, I find this effective. It may be because I have to get serious about writing, and it may be because I have no focus. Who knows. Well here it goes...

ps. losing it. you dont have to read this paragraph to figure that out.