It's creeping in on 10 and I have a math final tommorow. I haven't written anything mathematical in over a week. I havent studied except for the 5 minutes before this xanga post. i'm sick i dont wanna take this test. cant i just get a 75 and be done with math. please?

alrite thats math. yesterday was a long day. too long. i shoulda just slept, but anyway:

        after lunch, myself and alex kapelman make ourselves comfortable to enjoy "shawshank redemption." we were both virgins of said movie, and pretty excited. it was pretty awesome. had one of those feel good endings, which some people find lame, but i say to those people FUck You.  cause thats what we really want. what better way to end a movie than fixing a boat down in mexico with morgan freedman. there are probably only a few, i'll tell you that. but word it was good, and it has helped me develop my idea of jail. it's still in progress, but i think im narrowing in on my final ideas.

      after making some phonecalls, figuring out some equipment shit, i went home took a shower and jetted off to Nikki and Sam's. I was skeptical about the Battle of the Bands for a while, thinking of cancelling it the day before, the rain didn't help. but the show must go on, and i wasnt gonna let worrying stop it. besides i usually worry about JMG functions and i figured that it's all the same. but No a concert is not the same. i get there and a few of the bands are there, i feel like shit, trying to set up shit, get some naan at paki, and drink my gatorade. "no ones gonna come, shit, no ones gonna come" i keep telling myself and josh.

and 10:15 came along and the first band went on, and some people came. better than no one i suppose. as the night went on, more people came. i started relaxing. i loved the music, and that's what it was about, the music. seriously. the school couldnt setup one, so i figured why not let some bands play. and in my opinion they were all good. after the Funk Trio was done, Shaq Attack featuring Luyang, Tepper, Aukosh, and John Pazarro went on. They were illin' some inspector gadget, sweet talked the asian lady a free jack and coke. Went outside, talked to the security guard for a little while. pretty chill guy. the rain was refreshing. by the time the third band came up, we were at our max crowd. they were ill. Haakon's Fault, repping Dalton. good shit. mad funkay. and i really dug it. then the Sex Pirates came on, and they were really loud. and after 20 minutes i had to pull the plug on them cause like 10 people were watching. sorry guys, wrong crowd i guess. final band was Brotherhood Sound, who were also mad good. only heard one song cause i was bout to pass out, but i liked what i heard.

so for you mothafuckers who didnt come, fuck you, it coulda been awesome. the music was ill, but if there were like 20+ more people there we woulda broken even (heh), and there woulda been a better crowd response. 50 more people it woulda been wilin' out like nick cannon. and that boy knows how to wile.  well, we all need at least one thing to go below or actually as expected. and trying sometihng new was fun. a lot more chill, and i got no problem with that.

  after leaving the venue i ended up seeing james gandolfini in a bar downtown. he's huge. this kid in our car's dad used to be good friends with him. perty cool.

missing the last days of high school blows. that's all i gotta say.

                            "Cowboys are the only ones who stay in tune anyway"

                                      -Jimi Hendrix

the craziest party I've ever been involved in. the biggie birthday bash for me was pacing behind the bar telling people and myself not to worry about the lack of people there, the rush of pouring drink after drink after drink of the best "bathtub" mix we've ever made, taking pauses to pull out one of my signature dance moves or yell a rap lyric and the ursty people waiting eagerly at the bar, getting drenched on the dance floor, walkin round shmoozin feelin proud, looking over the destruction we caused--layers of piss and alcohol in the bathroom and behind the bar (respectively, thank jesus), cups, bottles, a few grams of cocaina, wallets sprayed around, weed stank, the cops coming up yelling and arresting the coolest mexican and a little quiet asian man, wondering the streets in disbelief that people actually got ran over, watchin entourage at joshs and wrapping the night up right. 

It was a good time. I had a lot of fun. The 5th party we did, the wildest, the funnest, most bitchin', and word. i'm fuckin exhausted. it seems like most people had a great time, and that's what its about, so i think JMG left the building on a good note, fuckin ridiculous, who woulda thought, but a good fuckin note nonetheless.

                           "I live for the funk, I love for the funk"

                                                -Notorious B.I.G.