tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45542191692919243682024-02-08T05:45:56.952-08:00Holden CaulfieldLeRoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926014930367572137noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554219169291924368.post-60337000626775244592009-06-05T08:56:00.000-07:002009-06-05T08:58:01.985-07:00Bullet<span style="font-family: times new roman;">I came home from school today, and instead of being greeted by two dogs, I was greeted by one. My mom wasn't home and neither was Bullet. I guess she actually took him to be put to sleep. She could have at least let me say good bye.<br /></span>LeRoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926014930367572137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554219169291924368.post-79714392136566632382009-06-03T11:25:00.001-07:002009-06-03T11:26:15.014-07:00Bummin<span style="font-family: times new roman;">Last full day of school. For some reason, I'm not as stoked about summer as I should be. I dunno what it is. I should cheer up.<br /></span>LeRoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926014930367572137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554219169291924368.post-84723468701785539512009-05-31T13:32:00.000-07:002009-06-02T17:45:40.956-07:00Summer plans.July 6th. Host a show in my backyard.<br /><br />July 10th. Total Abuse and Drunkdriver in Philadelphia.<br /><br />July 17th. Play at 709.<br /><br />July 19th-July 26th. Staying in Emmaus.<br /><br />August 15th. Play at 709.LeRoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926014930367572137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554219169291924368.post-19448555161963550052009-05-22T12:34:00.001-07:002009-05-22T12:36:10.644-07:00Yeah.<span style="font-family:times new roman;">I love playing shows. The last one I played, I played my guitar so hard that I ended up having a scab on my forearm. How does that happen? And I was also playing so hard that my High E string ended up latched under one of my pick ups. I love playing music.</span>LeRoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926014930367572137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554219169291924368.post-12584216079234882382009-05-20T19:35:00.000-07:002009-05-20T19:40:21.079-07:00What's the point?<span style="font-family: times new roman;">I noticed you quite a lot before I left town with my best friends to hangout with my favorite crowd. I played music for my favorite crowd. I recall almost crying while screaming, because all I could think of was you.<br /><br />You tried to help me find my binder the other day. I almost exploded when I heard you say my name. I've been so fucked up ever since. What's the point? Why do you pretend to care when I know you don't?<br /><br />My head hurts. Should I give you forgiveness? Or am I the one who should be apologizing? I'm not sure. I'd probably puke if there was something in my stomach. Perhaps sleep will make me forget.<br /></span>LeRoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926014930367572137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554219169291924368.post-72863617422614624952009-05-17T09:02:00.000-07:002009-05-17T09:04:52.624-07:00Travel<span style="font-family: times new roman;">It's been a day or so since the show in Bethlehem. And I feel pretty bummed. I miss the road. Being on the road when the weather is nice is absolutely amazing. I don't have much to say here. Dammit.<br /></span>LeRoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926014930367572137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554219169291924368.post-51158375702541248702009-05-10T19:15:00.001-07:002009-05-10T19:15:38.231-07:00Show.<a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29t" target="_blank"><img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z71/Dothehannigan/flyerwul.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a>LeRoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926014930367572137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554219169291924368.post-33464405800033144432009-05-05T15:26:00.000-07:002009-05-05T15:33:01.342-07:00Lows and Highs<span style="font-family: times new roman;">Life is weird. Just last week my mind was filled up with all of this tension and worry. No problem that was causing this tension was solved. Yet, I'm flowing through life as if they were. I have been permitted back into school. Fine. I have also been accepted into a School to Work program. This will finally get me a job when I attend school next year. This means one thing, in whole. I have this summer, to make the most out of my first seventeen years of life. And I'm trying my hardest to by organizing and disorganizing events throughout the summer to create and fuck shit up. This summer has to be the best one I've ever had. I will not waste it sleeping like I did the past two summers. Having no friends makes it hard to keep your sleeping schedule on track. But this summer, I have friends. Some of the best too. I look forward to the next four months. August. Stay the fuck away from me, August. August, what a disgusting word. The taste of it in my mind makes me want to shit out aliens that will eat everyone around me. Except for Dexter. Because Dexter rules.<br /><br />I have much work to do, so that I spend my summer, not working. I have feelings to search and contemplate, and transform into a song. Because that is all I have. My feelings.<br /></span>LeRoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926014930367572137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554219169291924368.post-56051393595482930512009-04-30T12:11:00.000-07:002009-04-30T22:58:31.734-07:00High SchoolI had been suspended from school for ten days. Because of school in services and what not, it turned into a lot longer. I had a good three weeks to do whatever I wanted. I forgot most of my responsibilities and I'm having trouble remembering them. I was supposed to go to school on Tuesday and Wednesday in order to make the Science portion of the P.S.S.A. But I had major difficulties adjusting my sleep schedule. Thus, I didn't go to school on Wednesday. I was told to stay home today, even though I received a call from the principal on the answering machine asking where I was. My mother called him back to discuss me getting my gym suit since I failed gym. I guess instead of me going back to school on Friday, I go in the morning to finish my P.S.S.A. and then I go home or spend the day in in-school suspension. Then <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">MAYBE</span> I attend school for the rest of the year on Monday. They seem to be doing whatever they can to make sure I fail my junior year. I wonder if I should even try to pass this year? All that shit they tell you about y'know, "we're here to help you." Yeah, you're there to present an image and please parents. Thanks a lot. Assholes. Fuck you.<br /><br />Got Kerplunk! by Green Day on vinyl today. Sick.<br />Came with an insert, and the bonus tracks of the album on a 7". Almost worth the twenty bucks for it. Oh well.<br /><br />Wrote a couple riffs that I hope work out with the band. We've made little progress with writing new songs. But we're getting there.LeRoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926014930367572137noreply@blogger.com0