the beginnings of sex, drugs, and rockin roll.

I bought a leather jacket. Actually its faux black "leather" but it says leather on the tag. Now all i wear this new snazzy leather jacket with my boots and ripped jeans and tight t-shirt and yeah ima gunna break some hearts. yes, i said BREAK some hearts. And plus i already play the guitar exceedingly well, this should be good. Im opening new doors, i have never opened before like the door to actually, possibly getting a hot girlfriend, and ......well other stuff, but the girlfriend is the most important thing right now. Call me pathetic, no im just determined.

just chill, im only losing my mind....it'll grow back

I cant even talk to her online because WHAT IF im bothering while she could be doing some sooo important that the lively hood of the rest of the world depends on it. Yeah i doubt it too. But i still can't work up the nerve to talk to her. But its weird , i know that if i saw her in person like if we ran into eachother it would be no problem it would just be like when we used to be bestfriends. Whatever, she's hot and A REDHEADED , yeah redheads r like those lemon sorbets that have the actual sorbet in the lemon skin or like monarch butterflys you never see them anymore. I am rocking the similes today. Thank you english class.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT? this internet stuff is supposed to make talking to people especially girls in my case EASY not make you panic and end up dreaming about being a pussy that gets hives and the thought of fb chatting with someone. So yeah TECHONLOGY SUCKS.... but i do like my iphone.... alot. whatever.

what the hell

what the hell does it mean when you can't sleep and all you think about is "being bad" as in staying out late and being a "hardcore" "Teen" that does stuff and "parties" everyday and has "hot sex" with good looking random strangers who arent carriers of any kind of STD what so ever, and i wear and slightly worn out leather jacket that fits perfectly over my magically sculpted, huge ,bulging muscles, I think it means YOUR FUCKIN DREAMING.

Well, i have a lot of dreams, I plan on being a rockstar like Lady Gaga, Beatle, Jonas Brother status of fame, nothing less, oh yeah and like really rich like "oh damn" rich, like " hey, you ran out of toilet paper?, heres some gold to wipe your ass" rich. Yes please sign me up.

A lot of people tell me I'm an old soul or that i act older than i am, but i still look 5 years old and im 15. Depressing. But i do act older. I really seem to understand that you have to work for the things you want, instead of waiting for it to fall out of the sky and smack you right in the balls. Because A) I never happens, and B) its more fun to create your success. To put yourself in the position to go "fuck ya, i did this" has to be the greatest reward of all and i crave it everyday.

So moral of the story don't sit on your ass.

oh what?

i'm in love. She has red hair, killer smile, tall, model type body and stuff. We were best friends from 1st grade to 6th grade then i left to go to a new school. I forgot about her, became friends on facebook, talked to her on the little fb IM thing, kinda over stayed my welcome, by talking to her everyday. I could totally have a chance...if i was tall and oh wait, not turning into a dude as in from chick into man, if you get my drift. She says shes cool with it , i had to tell her it was kind of obvious, but it doesnt mean shes cool with it to date. Whatever, i am a good looking guy though like I get hit on regularly but not by her. I suck at this blog thing. I started it because it seemed like the thing to do. peace out.