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[Jul. 25th, 2020|02:03 am] |
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[May. 22nd, 2010|12:45 pm] |
I suck at writing in these things. I guess I'm just not that open about my feelings? I don't know. My life also really isn't all that interesting. Trish and I broke up, because we didn't want to be long-distance while she's away at school in New York. I'll always be proud of her for pursuing her dream, and admittedly we were kind of growing apart anyway, so no harm, no foul. I'm kind of enjoying being single though. Skipped out on prom to audition as a drummer for a couple bands, and I think I found one that's a really good fit for me. It's hard rock/alternative stuff, with some pop punk thrown in. Most of what the guys play are cover songs, but I'm okay with that. I just joined the band and already things are working out pretty well. That hippie chick Willow jams with us too sometimes - what an awesome voice she has! Trish was great in a Broadway sort of way, but Willow's got this raw power that is just amazing. After she goes on tour this summer, me and the guys are hoping that she'll come back with connections that we can use to at least get our demo listened to... once we have a demo, that is.
The band is called Through the Year, and we're amazing. I don't know when we'll start playing shows, since I only just joined like a week ago and haven't had time to learn all the stuff that they do, but I'm hoping it'll be before the end of the school year. Naturally, both sets of grandparents are outraged by me wanting to be a musician, but I'm done and over it. I can't deal with this uppercrust bullshit anymore. Pretty sure when I graduate high school, I'm gonna move out to LA or something and see what I can do, because I don't know if college is for me. I'm not my brother or my little sister. I don't do the whole academic thing. I'm smart, but I'm lazy and I don't feel like putting in the effort.
Least I'm not a stoner. Because then I'd just be trading one stereotype for another, and that just ain't me, either. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2010|03:29 am] |
My life is pretty badass right now. Swimming's good, Trish is fucking awesome as usual, and I think for the first time almost all of us have girlfriends at the same time. Kind of weird because Jon is dating our mutual ex, but whatever. They're happy together and that's all that matters. Cris, I am so fucking glad you found a girl who can put up with your shit and dish it out on her own. Ty, you need to jump on this bandwagon. For serious.
I have no idea what to write in this thing beyond this. My little sister Lizzie is doing well, I guess. Adjusting to the impending divorce and all that good shit. Supposedly a good chunk of my parents' shit was figured out while we were in Rhode Island, but judging by the number of times the lawyer's office calls here, my mother's either screwing him or there's more to this than she anticipated. Tommy would have offered to help with the case, I think, if not for the fact that (a) he's personally involved and (b) he's not ACTUALLY in law school yet. Though he should be hearing back from them soon, and I'm sure he'll follow in the proud footsteps of Jacob Harrington Senior and accept a place at Yale Law.
I've been giving some thought to this whole college thing lately. Right now, the plan is to stick around here for a year until Trish graduates, and then head down to New York so that she can be a smash hit Broadway star and I can figure out what it is that I'm doing with my life. I don't want to do business or law because let's face it, I am not WASPy enough to be a WASP. Music would be kind of cool, but it's more a hobby for me than a career. Maybe English? Who knows. I'll figure it out.
Eventually. |
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