Mother May I

This is my new band. just a btw kind of thing.

Here is the quickest, most lazy, and frugal way to give the few who read, an update

on what is or is not occurring in this testimony of life i've grown so weary of.

As of now, I get to have braces for about a year. Cool.

I asked the orthodontist "Will kissing the ladies be a problem?"

I've, and lets keep this quiet, have finally stopped doing drugs for the new year.

I don't want to fail school. I don't want to end up in a garage doing coke.

I want to be better, I want to run better, I want to be a better robot.

Better, faster stronger, deadlier.

My ears, not that you care, are getting increasingly bigger.

By that I mean, i'm stretching them to half an inch.

My mom does not want me to move back, and I swear she's toying with my hopes.

She says she loves me. But... she also loves herself. Catch my drift?

It is fantastically easy to turn this skinny body into muscle.

Iron gym XTREME, and MMA punching bag for Christmas.

Music is becoming more of a theory to me. Though I love it with all the same intentions.

I'm a mad scientist, and all aspects of this theory must be uncovered. Yuh dig?

Here's how i'll finish this;

I feel like I knew how I was going to end up. I really didn't want to leave my home in Owasso.

But I knew because of who I am as a(n) personality, as a(n) respectable and social figure, I would make the best of what i was doing, and in turn enjoy it here.

Honestly, I am angry at myself for wasting time on self loathing. For wasting time on complaining. I truly truly believe i'm greater than this body.

Oh, and college is not looking bright in my future. Well, not immediately.

Goodbye high school, hello Invisible Children in Uganda.

Now to ice