"Why say sorry, you don't care. You don't care about anything except yourself."I care about many things, right on.I care about my dog, the music I make, the art I create, the stories and poems I write. The blogs I rant on. My cold feet. My Batman PJ's. My limited amount of true friends I have. I care. I don't care about you though.Sure, I woke you up. You are a grown ass man, get over it. You have...

So, over my long weekend, I went to my last marching band competition of the season and I slept for a really long time. Since my school was a polling place for the election, I got school off Tuesday, and I also got off Monday since we had some sort of teacher development stuff and students weren't required to go to school. Fun huh? Well, the competition I went to was the Missouri University...

As you may have noticed, I have posted a picture of myself in uniform while I was at BOA (Bands of America) today. If you can't tell by the uniform, my band is the LHS Spirit of St. Louis Marching Band. We sadly didn't make finals, but I gave it my best shot and so did all 210 other band members. So suck it. Wow, a bit pissy am I? Oh well, whatever. I had a ton of fun hanging around and...

Learning lab=Study hall just an fyiBut yes, I am in the hell that is considered to be school. Sitting in study hall, just finished off my AP french, english, and world history homework. So, I have time to burn (okay, more like 15 minutes but who cares?). I want to write a poem and post, but lately, I have lost inspiration. Is that sad? Not having inspiration? Well I think it feels like emotional...

Ah hello there. I was just going to blog about blogging. Is that okay? Well I just got an email from our lovely moderators here at Mibba saying that one of my recent blog posts was in fact, not to their standards of publishing. It's frustrating because I thought a blog was just self expression and it doesn't always have standards. Generally I always thought that blogs were just crap to let you...