Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in blaine the mono's LiveJournal:

Friday, December 13th, 2002
10:21 pm	all the better to eat you with. Dear Sara, I drained a pint of my blood and choreagraphed a dance that you can do around my altar but I dropped by Peir One Imports and they were all out of purple candles so mabye I can hit Bed Bath and Beyond tomorrow and we can get the ball rolling on all of this buisness by Wedensday. Look how fun this is. We don't even have to be friends, we can just say things about eachother on our live journals. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
6:46 pm	hell yes. Which Clan member are you? brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)
Friday, November 29th, 2002
10:02 pm	or you can neutralize the burn. Picking up the pieces. Like a machine gun in slow motion. All of the people that I know are really really funny. I regret showing people the freeway a lot but I suppose that its not very fair for me to be a greedy bastard. You can have tuesday. Adam came over today. He was a little late because he was wacthing the end of Pleasant Ville on TV. I didn't mind so much about him being late but my mother kept complaining about it. Then he drove me to Subway and we listened to Refused in the car and Adam sayed that Dennis and Refused was a lot like Axl and Guns n Roses and I thought that he was probably pretty dead on. And then I ordered a six inch chicken breast on honey oat with mayonaise lettuce tomato onions bell peppers salt pepper oil and vinegar. And I payed for Adam's sandwhich and he told me that he had money in the car but he never payed me back but i'm not upset at all because I kind of stole his Requiem for a Dream DVD. Its the director's cut. He drove me back to my house and then we played music for a little bit. Fuck. I'm really tired so I can't really write so well. I'm just really sorry about stupid things that I've said. In general. For all my life. but I'm a little more sorry that I yelled about the girls that Rachel brought to the table. I honostly don't mind them at all. It was just a joke. I swear. Oh. Miles, I found an electronic record that I really love. Its on my list with a big star next to it. Be proud of me. I'm breaking new musical ground. Yeah, so. Goodnight I guess. (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 28th, 2002
3:18 pm	neu Miles, I think I just made a lot of enemies with my last post. Fuck. I read Rachel's live journal. She said that no one noticed when she went missing during student support which isn't true and then I wondered to myself, how the fuck would she know? After all, she wasn't there when we all went, Where is Rachel? How does she know that we didn't think she just walked off because she didn't feel like being with us or something of a similar nature. And then I wondered if the thought had ever even crossed her mind. All the times that I just used the word fuck made those last few sentances seem awfully hostile which wasn't the intent at all. I just over use the word because I was raised in a barn. So anyways. Assumptions simply aren't the way to go. Selective anger. I like that term. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, November 25th, 2002
3:20 pm	Oh, man. I sure do hate the whole package that comes along with listening to indie rock. I guess I'll have to wear a bandana in my back pocket now. Miles, will you join me? (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 24th, 2002
9:11 pm	digital. When I wake up it is six o seven AM. My alarm is flying like a kite line. My shower is long and closes my throat. I swear I choked to death. I swear I'm dead now. The walk to school is nice. Sam is smiling and the sky is very pretty. Sam asks me what is wrong. Nothing. I just didn't have any words, I guess. I don't care about first, second, third or fourth period. Justin laughs a lot with me in fifth period. Justin really makes me laugh a lot. I like him, I really do. I'm sad that I can't go to his first show at the Cobalt on October the fourth with his band Children At Play. He is the lead singer. How exciting. Sometimes I feel empty because there aren't very many things to be sad about anymore. I miss sad things, I really do. No one really hurts me anymore and my mother isn't all that detestable recently. And drugs. And other things that make you sad. Like rain. None of it comes around anymore. And its just not right to be happy all of the time. Really, its very wrong. It just isn't fair. Its not real. None of you are. Nail me to a fucking bull's eye and spin me around. I fucking dare you. Miles writes a lot in his live journal and I am jealous. Here's to you, old friend. But. I'm happy. And that's enough for me. Most of the time. MystikGypsyX: whta is up with you? MystikGypsyX: chances are that you "dont want to tlak abotu this" either...so....ok yea I pick fights by not caring. I'm really sorry, Kate Ashley Singer, but I just don't like you anymore. Simple as that. ciao. The wait to be picked up from school is nice. The sky is smiling and Sam is pretty. Sam draws a man on my thumb who is jumping. Because he is happy, she says. Sam is wonderful. So I write it on her arm. I have therapy and it is the same. He doesn't have a life after I leave him. Dr. Lough, PhD, sits in his genuine leather chair for two weeks until I come back. I swear it. Really, on the tenth floor of 3600 Ventura Blvd. I swear to God. "Adultry, John." That's what it says in act two of Arthur Miller's The Crucible. I ordered a grilled onion bacon cheeseburger from Carl's Jr. on the way homr from therapy. I came up negative on my drug test for all substances. Anyways. During fifth period Algebra 2 Honors, Justin and I took brownies from a girl named Paige. They were very very good. We sayed, Can we have some? Or rather, Justin said, can I have some? And then, being very excited at seeing what 'some' was, I said, can I have some? Then I proceeded to take a piece much larger than Justin did and obviously much larger than Paige had foreseen because she started to stutter. And Justin started to laugh. And then my head started to hurt. Right fucking now. Hey. Sam's sister, Charlie, read my live journal. How exciting. I think I should stop now. "But, Bobby, where the beer and the weed at?" - the RZA Current Mood: thirsty Current Music: Ghostface Killah (supreme clientelle) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, November 22nd, 2002
2:11 pm	i was just looking at torie's lj. I fucking hate indie kids. (Comment on this)
Monday, November 18th, 2002
10:07 pm	all about your mother i am an indie snob! How indie are you? test by ridethefader You're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity. You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch. (Comment on this)