10 Minutes of Danosaurus

5:28pm: I got a Message;
on Myspace last night from (weewerk) record company. Seriously. I was stoked.


They asked me for a demo CD, and I responded with "Well, I don't have a demo CD compiled up yet, but I'm gonna make some more originals by friday and I should have one by then!!"

they responded with "Sounds good, mate. Send it out to *adress* when you can :D"

(that's just a summary of the conversation, btw :P)


Are they fucking serious?!

I was in this really shitty mood all week, and then this comes along!
Having a record company sponsor at 16?!


jebus!

12:01pm: The Promise;
IM SORRY BUT IM JUST THINKIN' OF THE RIGHT WORDS TO SAY,
I KNOW THEY DON'T SOUND THE WAY I PLAN THEM TO BE,
BUT IF YOU WAIT AROUND AWHILE, I'LL MAKE YOU FALL FOR ME,
I PROMISE YOU; I PROMISE YOU I WILL!


Man, could there be any better song for the end of Napoleon Dynamite?

4:26am: Jimmy came back home;
I just thought of this...



"Some People Leave For Heaven Without Warning."


Hmmm... say it with upbeatness, it reads emo-tastic, but I promise it's not about autocide.

4:20am: 4:20
It's 4:20, let's light up!




aw man... I went to hit "post" and the clock changed to 4:21...


Hmm. Speaking of time, I woke up today, looked at my clock, and saw that it was 8. I knew there was no way in hell I was waking up at 8 a.m. after staying up until 2:30, so I thought it was 8 p.m.

Upon walking upstairs and realizing I was wrong, i thought about how school really isn't all that bad, and maybe I'll make it in this wacky, mixed up world.

it's 4:22 a.m.


Now it's 4:23.


Well, I'm gonna go make me a big sharp axe,
Shining steel tempered in the fire;
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree.
Dirty old Town,
Good night, you dirty old town.

2:55am: New Year;
I can't sleep.


Gregg just showed up around 1:30 and woke me up to work on our Psych Project.

I had completely forgotten. It was fun tho!


I'm not a huge fan of his girlfriend for doing it, but, whatever. S'all good, we got it mostly done.

This week is gonna feel like an extra year of high school... Ah well, I got love and some friends. I'll deal until i graduate :3


Here's to another year!

5:41am: Hoppipolla;
I'm spending the night making animations and listening to Sigur Ros. A good night, something I haven't done in a long time. Here's what I got done tonight.



Tonight I realized that I really need to get out to Ironwood. I gotta be with the person i love. Amanda means so much to me :o



Here's to hoping I can learn to drive stick shift :3




with love, dan.

1:03am: Birfdays
It's amanda's birthday :3


I love her a lot :D


I hope she enjoys her day :3

6:28am: Peacocks; a Haiku.
Sour on flying.
A Fan spread out neat and clean,
Why can't I do that?

6:26am: Couting Your Fate;
hola, journal.


I gotta leave for skool in about an hour or so. I didn't do my math project, or my english project...

*deep breath*


I'mma write a haiku.

5:00pm: Where is my Mind?
Certainly not here.

I can't manage to keep up with all the work i have to do in school. It's easy for most people, but hard for me. It's more than me just being lazy, though, ya know? There's something big that's keeping me from being attentive about my future.

I must be hardwired to live in the present.


I'm not making the best of it.

Hmm. Well, good-bye, well-being. I'll talk to you when I graduate.

5:08pm: News;
Good news, to be straight.

I passed all my classes, people! I'm pumped!

I don't feel like a loser anymore :3

6:15pm: Plans for the Fall;
Wear scarves.

Wear hoodies.

Wear jackets.

Wear Jeans.

Walk around in town.

S'about it. I'm excited for it, I think.

12:29am: "Ooof...."
After making eggs and showering after waking up this morning, I had the worst three hours of my life.


It was an experience I will not soon forget.





The eggs were delicious.

10:30pm: School starts in one week. Am I prepared?

I don't really know.


I got my schedule, it's okay. If Algebra 1 wasn't on there, I'd be really happy with it. Algebra 1 is a freshman class, and I don't know any of the freshman this year, nor do I care to know them. Perhaps I can get in a different math class.

I got 13% in that class last year, anyways. What makes them think I can do any better this year?

Shit.
I still need to buy supplies.

I want to be done with High School. I don't like it. I don't learn anything useful pertaining nor to my interests.



Oh well.

10:19pm: Hahahaha,
Hahahahaha, Amanda used to be Emo.