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hello. i had a really good day today. i ended up at a shitty school like nassau, but this is probably the only time in my life i will get to feel (school)smart. so i will enjoy it, thankyouverymuch. a peice of my bellybutton just fell into my keyboard. seriously. anyway, today i was thinking about music a lot. and how its so goddamn sexy when a guy is musically inclined, when he can pick up a guitar and jam or go nuts on the drums. i met this guy, white dude with dreadlocks and UFO pants....he was sittin on a bench in school playin dmb songs, too high to sing. and i knew that if id met this guy under different circumstances...of he'd been just a stoner walkin down the street, id probably assume all sorts of things about him. label him as a lazy crackhead. but he was playing his guitar, his fingers moving so gracefully to each bar, his eyes closed and his head swaying so perfectly to the music and it was like he has tranformed. thats when i realized just how magical music is. a second ago, he was a lazy crackhead. now, he was a poetic rockstar..i envied him...i wanted to touch him.....i wanted to be him. at every concert i go to, i look for the true rockstar. the one artist who will close his eyes and let out all his anguish and pain and love and emotion in every single melody, every sylabble that he sings. i look for the way his hands caress the microphone stand. and the way his lips make love to the microphone. and when i see that, it makes the concert worth everything i paid for it. seriously. its an amazing thing to see

2002-12-16
6:10 p.m.

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newest older profile notes guestbook rings email host design	hello. i had a really good day today. i ended up at a shitty school like nassau, but this is probably the only time in my life i will get to feel (school)smart. so i will enjoy it, thankyouverymuch. a peice of my bellybutton just fell into my keyboard. seriously. anyway, today i was thinking about music a lot. and how its so goddamn sexy when a guy is musically inclined, when he can pick up a guitar and jam or go nuts on the drums. i met this guy, white dude with dreadlocks and UFO pants....he was sittin on a bench in school playin dmb songs, too high to sing. and i knew that if id met this guy under different circumstances...of he'd been just a stoner walkin down the street, id probably assume all sorts of things about him. label him as a lazy crackhead. but he was playing his guitar, his fingers moving so gracefully to each bar, his eyes closed and his head swaying so perfectly to the music and it was like he has tranformed. thats when i realized just how magical music is. a second ago, he was a lazy crackhead. now, he was a poetic rockstar..i envied him...i wanted to touch him.....i wanted to be him. at every concert i go to, i look for the true rockstar. the one artist who will close his eyes and let out all his anguish and pain and love and emotion in every single melody, every sylabble that he sings. i look for the way his hands caress the microphone stand. and the way his lips make love to the microphone. and when i see that, it makes the concert worth everything i paid for it. seriously. its an amazing thing to see	2002-12-16 6:10 p.m.
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