the evil record companies are almost done beating up napster, so i say to all of you out there, download to death, and then at the moment of final downfall, find another swaping service, for then they must give in at some point.

listening to 'flavor of the week' by American Hi-Fi. it's a great song, reminds me of days past when i saw girls dating these jerks, and just because the jerk had a car, and could be scruffy, and was tall and half way buff, they treated everyone like they were a god. little bastards.... anyway all that's over and i'm the one in my jeep jamming to this song. it's just a good feeling now.

crystal, erica, and i finished taping our show 'paris public' (as in Boston Public) and it turned out great, it was just like Boston Public, but in french. We didn't make it a parody at all. the two love sceens at the end were just perfect, although we had to refrain from laughing or crying at the end.

speaking of parodies, my school, at my senior year, is deciding to have a musical parody. Ehhh.... yuk, barf! This one is called "Phanton of the Country Opera," in which the play pokes at the great Andrew Lloyd Webber by making a musical about hicks. what a slap in the face, although noone understands what I mean. parodies show that the writer has 1. no musical taste, 2. no musical appreachation, 3. no theater appeachation, 4. no digintiry, and 5. no eyes. Those that take these works and put them to the stage are even lesser of people. I know Mr. Reahard (my late drama teacher and director) right now must be looking down laughing at me so passionate about this.

since today is March 2nd, i must tell all of you of something very important....the ides of march. Although this date is still 13 days away, it is important that we note this and watch our backs (both metaphorically and realistically) this day, in which Julius Ceasar was killed 2,045 years ago by the Roman senate. Infact everyone should go out and find William Shakespears 'Julius Ceasar' and read it, it's a very good play. Although dry at times, it is a good work.

big brother taking away music, little brother making parodies, and a best friend out there sharpening a knife for march 15th, what has this world come to, really!?

scrambled

everything is a mess. noone wants me and my girl together. nobody. and i don't know what i want. i'm suppose to have everything figured out, knowing exactly what i'm doing, and deciding everything for everyone else to, but i honestly don't know what to do.

noone can really handle that i am going off and away and going to becoming a little brain. i guess my parents don't mind me sitting around watching crossfire and cspan. the kids at school completely hate it, but yet jen wants me to stay around with her, i still can't believe that i don't drive her crazy.

i wish i was away right now, out of everyone's way.

listening to michael daugherty's American Icons, a very hard to find but very good cd. i borrowed my directors copy he aquired at a huge music store in downtown chicago, i think the one across marshall field and across the oriential theater (or ford center for performing arts). it's a wild cd, a mix of free jazz, but not ornett colemen free, a lot more tight, but wild in a lot different ways.

i've neclated this page for a while, and i fell really bad. i just havn't had many stories to tell of girls, or of life in general. the more i read into beth or douglas or maura mae or christine i grow a lot with them, and of their lives, and i fall apart from so many others. and with this my writing changes and doesn't really fit this page. it's not a bad thing for myself, just for this page it's diasterous, and i really must change this page around some to fit with me, otherwize i will be lieing to everyone i fell.

just some random thoughts.