I live for you

Sorry about the craziness I let myself blog yesterday. I was really tired and noticed that I had not blogged at all. Whatever.

I'm listening to this very synth song that makes me think that if I ever saw this band live, they would be wearing some very dirty mullets and Miami Vice-like apparel. Brings shivers. I want to be in a punk band, wear fishnet stockings without looking like an idiot, and pierce my eyebrow like the punk I wanna be. I must admit though, I cannot sing a lick, and I still need that chord chart to play my guitar...and even then I play slow. Whatever. Fantasies are fantasies right? I want to rock the casbah. I want to sit in a goddamn cafe like I used to and just chill. I want to write write write, but everytime I do my mom yells at me for some thing or the other. I want to drive, damnit, because my parents won't let me drive alone. I'm feeling extremely hostile, if you say Hi to me wrong I might hit you. Nah, but I love ya'll. Thanks for reading my blog. Even though...I don't know who reads my blog. Anyway, I must attend to academic obligations, like Chem homework. Damn Chemistry. "Chem is try" my ass. argh.