My Default Blog
i must be nostalgic because i signed onto this website for the first time in
oh, i don't know. 8 months?
I like visiting the profiles of those i kept well in contact with for a lenghthy period of time.
Although i admit it's rather hard to find people, especially with that dick move
Snowboard.com did, when it gave you the option to change your screen name.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
The site has long ago gone to shi*t, and i find it way too confusing to look at somebodies
god damn gallery.
I continue to reject friends requests. The fact that i do not visit this site regularily is
neither here nor there.
Any how, i highly doubt anybody will read this. I miss a lot of people, as super lame
as that sounds. But i have a hard time finding anybody i used to talk to who still
ever signs on, but we are all gorwing up. We have all grown up.
I haven't updated anything in a very long time, not to mention my pictures,
in which look nothing like me anymore.
Well, it's all very overwhelming, i find. Sitting at, currently 385 comments and 115 messages. Part of me wants to delete this bad boy and perhaps make a new account,
which i will only add the best people and certainly nobody who would ever even
think to send me any forwards!
As for me, i really can't complain about anything.
but i am tried all the time. very tired.
miss you all,
joey.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
"Don't go too far. Stay who you are."
-elliott smith.
And all of this time i thought i was the one who broke your heart. Now i know why i could never fix it. Because I didn't even touch it. I didn't even come close to closure. Just showed composure and you slowly shook me until i thought i was intoxicated. Then you indicated i can't speak. So make me sleep. For you, i will sleep. I woke up just as he shook you. He must have mistook you for a parking meter. He was a cheater and you never stood a chance. You fell to the floor and he walked into the dark. I saw something in his hands. I think it was your heart.
You Never did reply to any of my letters. I should have rephrased myself better. You never got them because i didn't know your address. Just your name by heart. So why can't i remember your name? It was a poor attempt, shot in the dark. And for that, i am truely, sorry. All i wanted was to leave a mark, on your pathetic, vile, beautiful organ. It still plays like a harp, and cuts through my skin. The last time i stroked it, i was held together with pins. I guess In the end, you left the mark. Sometimes when i pull it the scar rips appart. And music plays where your heart used to be. I ate it. and then my ears started to bleed.
Sunday came, along with a lump in my throat. It was hard to swallow, and i nearly choked. I went home to realize, laying on my back, That there are never any place for my tears to go. They get trapped. Pooling in the faces deepest craters. From The hole in my ears, thin blood trickled. For a moment i laughed, it almost tickled. And i drown myself to sleep. Boys don't weep. They cry. I told you to kiss your fears goodbye, and you kissed me. The show is over. Ladies, gentlemen, take your seats. Boys and girls, take to the streets.
I can see the light behind your eyes, even in the summer shade outside.
When every single day, will never feel the same, a single minute can't be wasted.
I can see the colours of your mind. Time and time I get them left outside.
When every single day, will never feel the same, a single minute can't be wasted.
Tell me. Tell me, there's no goodbyes!
i hate strip malls, bathroom stalls,
mini marts, rules, and laws.
i hate pain in my head,
getting out of bed,
talk on TV, democracy.
i hate terror alerts,
stupid jerks, land of the free,
idiocy. i hate bills that are new,
drinks that are blue,
i hate myself, and i hate you.
i hate cops walking the beat,
i hate the president, and i hate meat.
i hate neutron bombs, senior proms,
uncle sam, corporate scams.
i hate straight edge
i hate superdrunk boneheads.
i hate driving cars, hanging out at bars,
skateboarding scars, and useless wars.
i hate sports i hate games
rock stars and stupid fame
i hate people in the scene,
keeping it clean, fixing their hair
cause i don't care.
i hate fast food chains, monkey brains .
its all a frame you're to blame.
i hate jello molds, and eating corn
the lines too long, this stupid song
Ahem.
Joey thinks girls are funny.
Here is a poem he has written about le female.
Girls are pretty smiley
yes girls are nice indeed!
They always have a pretty smell,
and help me learn to read!
Girls are pretty charming,
and swingers might i add
even so they always give
the best high fives ive ever had!
Girls arnt very nice, no
and they make my boy heart cry.
Even though theyre pretty cute
Sometimes i wish they'd die!
(JUUSST KIDDING)
Girls can make me feel fat
and can always dance real good!
they own me in most mosh pits
and do the moves i wish i could!
Girls they must have cooties!
because they make me feel real ill.
but even so, i hope they know,
that boy, i love them still!
<3
Jenna probably wrote the book on cool and i think
that some of you should deffinetly check it out at
your local library. Once read, you will have successfully
learned the difference between words, numbers, and letters
of the alphabet. And ohhh, so much, much more.
Yoooo.. dear SB/SBV mates,
please don't send me forwards.
They make me angry
If i see
" FW: FW: FW: Re: FW: Re: forward this" I'm not going to open it, it just gets selected
for delete like the other 487587 ones i get.
So we coo?
I know we are. THANKS i love you
Thursday, January 19, 2006
STUMPYSTUMPstumpsSTUMPSTMPstumpSTUMPYSTUMP
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
eww i give up on school and everything related to it yes. in other news ive been going to bed earlier, and waking up earlier and of course eating breakfast. Also, i discovered "the keyboard" and i am in love, so once i geta recording device, ill record my brilliant playing of techno "Waw" sounds and youll love me. That is all.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
SOOO my mom told me she'd pick me up after school, since i had brought my guitar with me this morning, and she had to pick up grad pictures at 3 so all was good. But my locker buddy took SOOO long to get their stuff out of the locker and i waited and waited.. and finally i got my hat and my backpack, but i got distracted by some chums in the hall way with a digital camera. And by the time i made it too the snake pit (our lunchroom/meeting place) i didnt see my mom there.
SO luckily i found a friend with a cell phone but my mom didnt have hers on and my friend didnt want to wait with me anymore and the stupid ladies working at the grad picture booths wouldnt look through the order forms for me to see if my mom had already been there. So i was stranded and allooonne, the buses had already left and only 50 cents for the pay phone. i called my house but my sister said she wasnt there.
So i walked outside and it was really nice and pretty outside! with just a bit of snow and the sun was kind of setting and not cold, but not hot and soon i was really happy i had to walk home. I was having a really nice walk until i realized they took the bridge out for the winter and the ice was too thin to walk across.
SO i was like aw crap. And i needed to cross this high way, so i could get to the train tracks, and walk across them until the river under neath was gone. Crossing the highway is not joeys favorite thing to do, especially when its really busy, i had a guitar and i probably looked like a drunk bum hitchiking. Finally after about 5 minutes of picking the perfect time to scamper across, i made it and started walking across the train tracks. Fortunately, i was not hit by a train. Anyways, theres this fence right, after you walk a certain distance on the tracks, and i had to jump down from them onto this ledge kind of thing, where i had to drop my back pack AND guitar down a really far way, which was scary and i some how had to jump off the fence without dying.
But THEN i dropped my hat between the pillar ledge and the fence with lots of prickle plants! but i had no time or space to reach down and grab it, so i had to carefully climb down the fence and had a long drop. Thankfully i didnt land on my guitar! -whew- So i get up off my knees form the ground and pretty much clenched the fence as i looked at my poor hat so trapped and yelled. NOOOOOOO!!!! but in my head. Im really not all that dramatic. I decided i left no man behind and must retreive my loved hat. So i had to climb the top of the fence, which was pretty hard. And i some how had to lean off the top (extremely JAGGEDY) and i had to use my stomach like a balance point, and i needed to swing my legs up really high, so the lower my head would lower down onto the other side to reach my hat. but i wasnt getting far down enough, and i was almost falling, and if i swung too hard my legs would flip over my head i would have fallen between the cement pillar, fence, with a mix of prickle bushes. And most likely die because i guarantee no one would have came that way for a looong time.
I alllmost did that (ahh) so i decided to give it one more try where i finally got it! And let me tell you from the high way, you could very much see me doing this so i bet a few people got a good laugh. Once i had my hat i jumped back down. My spleen, liver and upper thighs realllly hurt. And also maybe my pride. Either way i got my hat back, and had a pleasent rest of the way home. WHich was about 25 minutes, but it was still nice!
THE END.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
"buy this car to drive to work, drive to work to pay for this car." i bid you adieu
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Ok say this is a blog mainly about mathblasters, and its great great fun. Im learning math at a grade 2 level!
Well maybe the whole thing wont be about mathblasters, since well i pretty much suck at math. And anything else that involves school. Well except english. And i got a sucker in social for having one of the best well written paragraphs on our minority government. I guess im pretty neat! Annnd except for the cafeteria, because well im pretty damn good at eating. Today, me and my friend put our money together and bought 18 chicken nuggets with who we shared with NO ONE. Anyone who dared to asked got a healthy reality check slap across their stupid faces. Umm hello, NOT your chicken nuggets? Thats what i thought. I was about to say, boy-i-miss-the-old-school-snowboard. And uncle sam. He wants you. ANd me too i guess. Depends on which way you look at life. Like for example. The glass of (ew i had the nastyess bowl of soup today, EVER) milk is either half empty, or youre still drinking the stupid milk. I mean, either way that would never be me because personally i hate milk :( it tastes like utter. I guess that makes me an optomist! no, not really. not deep down. why? because i would rather drink chocolate milk. Maybe that makes me a fat kid. YAY! Anywho its totally 2:05am right now. But i did something bad. I fell asleep at 9 or so. So now i'm really awake! And i think we should go play at the park! But we would need to bring our parkas, because the coldness makes me want to cry. Wanna know something else? My hat got taken away this lunch, beccause i was wearing it. I had a bad case of hat hair alllll day. I dont get it back till the 30... :( man did i put up a fight. Are you reading this? I guess i should let you all know this fun fact. UMMM koolaid sport drinks have electrolytes that make your nose slightly turn crooked. Ahahaha i made that up and i laughed laughed, did you? Today was awkward after school because i saw my dad for the first time in 2 years and i ksdhfdkshfdjh hate him and stuff. Good times. not really. But i wont get all threemo and cry about it to you on my blog so ill just steal a piece of gum from this package thats been waiting for me to and go play jurasic park in my room. Ps: Joey is getting his haircut very shortly. Perhaps even tomorrow.
excited?
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