<3 Howie <3 The park concert was ^ amazing ^...and this past weekend in Beantown was ultimate!!!

 Thank God for doctors, Speak when spoken to

with their tiny little pills, The fate of this straight line falls on you,

they help us through our days.Now do as others do,and everyone is watching,

Thank God for best friends, And we all know you're not listening

with the social pressure, To the given rules

they'll never say what  Team and parents all agree

they ment to say.There's only so much of this they can stand to see,

Thank God for teachers, They need to help you help yourself,

with the parents help, So let us introduce you to your very own,

they'll push ya through Prescription son,

another undeserved grade.We ignored this just as long as we could,

And thank God for love. Now something had to be done

Thank God for teachers, And what a tragic sight,

who teach us how to be best friends. A kid not afraid of a fight,

And thank God for doctors, Against what you had deemed to be right,

with their tiny little pills, The answers present them selves as fads,

so we can stand to be around our best friends. A child with a pill for a dad,

And love, just another way they'll get ya And a mom to swallow when you're sad

-Thank God                                                  -Presciption Son

~Average Potential~ Subject Bias

Just as quickly as it came it's floating away...my summer is over, sucks when you come to the realization there's another 280 some odd days between you and freedom. So much for America being civilized, children from ages 5-18 are thrown into anything but a sanctuary for what, education? Personally I think it's a crock of shit, I mean seriously, I doubt at 50 I'll know what I want to do with my life, yet I have to decide at 15. Even more annoying is 75% of "knowledge" learned is either forgotten or completely unnecessary. The fact I know what I want is rare yet I have to learn even more crap that I really find, to the fullest, useless. Ahh I could, and in many cases might, go insane over the pure thought of another year sitting behind a desk twiddling my thumbs and analyzing ever inch of the clock until the precious moment arrives when the god damn bell rings. I really hope your find my anguish fairly amusing, maybe someone is getting a good laugh right now, because I sure as hell am not. I'm just hoping this year might be different, that I might achieve greatness...haha you never know, right? Talk about adding some pressure though, my parents aren't going to take any "fuck ups" on my behalf this school year, academically and socially. Amherst is looking quite fine if anything does just happen to ya know...happen. So lets just wish for the best! Good luck to everyone actually, I'm positive we can make it through fairly decently.

I want to find myself somewhere between your open arms and beating heart...Y

It's safe to say I'm wanted dead by a lot of people at this moment, out of pure jealousy...muahaha.

Yesterday went as follows:

Had to be awoken a few times, as always, being the incredibly positive morning person I am. Got to drive back into manch, which might not have been the best idea considering the time and condition I was in. Showered and such nonsense, then healey and burkie showed up and we begun our howie venture.

Made it to Boston in merely 35 min. thanks to some good maneuvering by healz, even if it did take 20 min. to park "Got any weed?" the man at the parking lot asked us, but by the end of the night it had become "goin to wheat?" he was spanish if you couldnt figure out how the hell you can mix those up. Got to the park around 12:20 I suppose...right in time for our first howie show of the day!! He was absolutly AMAZING, acoustic and beautiful. I have the greatest pics of him I've ever seen, black and white, took them with a 35mm zoom so you can imagine my excitement when they were developed today. well anyway back to what i was saying...so as he was singing his first masterpiece bubbles started coming out of the stage, and he was laughing and incorporated it into the song..."that's the most distracting thing ive ever seen at a show" then les hall came out and was playin unbelievable guitar...when the show ended we fuckin met howie, got his autograph...he is sooo fucking gorgeous!!! I was seriously shaking after, I'm not even joking...so were eatin our wendys in the park after and les walks past...we were like your the man, he waved!! ahahaha went back and dumped all the shit we had in the car...and after wandering the streets of south Boston for quit awhile we managed to find the Pavillion, only after we saw the ipitamy of emo boy holding a flower so he could take a picture of it crying letting bright eyes invade his soul, we chilled on the docks and listened to sound check...it was sooo nice out sun beatin down on us, telling drunken night stories and wishing the water wasn't so god damn dirty. Made our way into the concert...Matt Nathanson opened, he was soo good, actually going to buy his CD in the days to come. Howie came on after, aww im in love, even if he was better in the park!! OAR was incredable, we were goin crazy dancin...cause we had the man in front of us, he was the shit, hahaha. One of the only concerts I was sober for, it's good to know it was one of the best to though!!! Waited for the fuckin T at least a half an hour, and after a 20 min. walk we wernt to excited bout that. I dont know how we got home, I passed out, dont know how healey didnt...then burkiee had to drive home too, i was like wow that sucks...came in drank a bit and passed out!!! sickest day ever...im actually not really sure it happened, i still honestly believe i was dreaming!!!

Hate List

1. "original" such a bad way to be now, it seriously contradicting itself, it's fucking ridiculous!!! How you know your fake as fuck, a) You were completely into rap last year and now claim to never have listened to it b) Your hair is either shaggy or not brushed c) All your T-shirts have seemed to shrink in the wash to the point where their now skin tight d) Smoking is now the cool thing to do e) You act depressed as if it's a good feelings f) Talking every chance you get about how much pot you've smoked or substances you've abused

2. Avral and Ashlee, what happened to singing music with actual TALENT? If you cant sing, play an instrument, or write your own lyrics (that are in some way intelligent and moving) then dont bother. What kills me most is the fact that people listen to the shit they put out!!! I mean c'mon...get a clue, it's not music, it's computer generated shit.

3. George W. Bush the man cant even finish a sentence, yet alone run a country, what the hell was America thinking!?!

4. Abercromie & Fitch everyone boycott their tattered piece of cloth that sell for $70...it's completely worthless, and no one wants to see your ass hanging out...and by the way they only hire the minimum for ethnicities, racist fucks

5. School...may it burn to the ground

My eyes blur with disbelief
Can't really be happening
Waves of confusion all around
I'm diluted, nothing sounds

Clumsy hands
Quick reactions
Blame
I hate that you proved me right
collapsing onto memories
thrown aback by relapsing tragedy

Pull me apart
Question my motives
Realize I'm fake
Personalities all a lie
only to you

See right through
My closed minded views
My feverent attitude
And infinite dues

I cant blink or breathe
Enough to keep the beat
Try as hard as I can
Yet nothing ever makes sense
Something's always missing at the end
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If your poetic
Your tragic
Original and unrefined
Crazy and awkward
Never fitting in time
Blameworthy and different
callous and cold
Always proving the negative
"far past gone"
Or so I'm told
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Captivity
requirement being love
all categories apply above
concur the world
before I give up my title
single is the heaven
For which no one is escaping
Explore what lies within
Until every crack and space is filled
Upon which I'll meet you
Just be patient
My heart is full of complications
Write the novel of my life
Contents of experiance and moments
They will lift me through days
days spent tied down
tied to the heart of you

O' how I love finding old notebooks

It's like how many evil doer's do you have to kill before you become one yourself?

Terror Starts At Home

Say something...Stupid.

How does the fact that John Kerry snowboards influence your opinion of him?

The fact that Kerry is using snowboarding as a political strategy makes me hate the guy even more. Pinocchio was a lying puppet also.-Willie McMillon

I would just like to say that John Kerry is full of shit and he should not be elected. The fact that he snowboards does not mean that I am going to vote for him. I also think that tthe drinking age should be lowered to 18a, because you can vote at the age of 18, and you can buy ciggarettes and cigars when you are 18. It would just even things up and make everybody's life a lot better.-Andrew Domin

I could put a piece of shit on a snowboard and send it down a mountain and it doesn't make it any cooler-it's still just shit. -Ian Bulling

Why do we have idiot after idiot lining up for President? Oh yeah, it's that democracy thing, where you have to be insanly rich to even dream of being President anymore. Welcome to the terrordome:two men enter, one man leaves! We don't need another hero. -Joshua Walker

Kerry could snowboard his ass off, but it still wouldn't make him a better President. Now, if Bush started doing some monkey dance, maybe I'd vote for him, because at least he would have realized what he is...a monkeyman, -Johannes Griess

I think that Kerry is a god candidate for other reasons than 'cause he snowboards. He is pro-cannabis and a smart guy, not like Dub-ya. Anyway, Kerry is probably not a real snowboarder. Hell, he probably doesn't even read TWS! -Ricky Petterson

I don't care if John Kerry can boost fifteen feet out of an icy East Coast pipe or do a 270 to boardslide down twenty stairs. Bottom line, he's a total poseur who's probably just trying to win some votes out of the kids. I say hoop back on your shaped skis and take that shit to Aspen. P.S. I'll still vote for him because I hate Bush that much.-Julian Ungano

The fact that John Kerry Snowboards isn't enough to sway my vote. I need to know his stance on important snowboarding issues. Like will there be a law punishing snowboarders who call switch spins "cab"? Most snowboarders have a hard enough time figuring out what's going on within their sport, good luck getting them o understand politics.-Lance

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John Kerry's a douchebag, yet Bush is even more of a sped...so what's our country suppose to do?!? fuck the government, ANARCHY!!! ;-}

With the skin on the blade
And the blood on the knife
I carve myself the victim
Of a terrible fight
Your words sting across my pride
Im not strong enough
To kill myself tonight

I wash away my self inflicted harm
Wish the streaks of red
Wouldnt run across my arm
Dreading the coming scars
I dont want a reminder
Of potential misery
Your pitiful attempt to hurt
Just to let you know
It worked

Just before you break
Comes a sense of relief
More then I can take
A feeling of complete
Knowing tomorrow could kill me
So whats the point anyway

I want to finish
What I never started
What I never asked for
What for a moment
I saw as my life...

You know what sucks...I dont mean to write depressing, I wish everyday I were more positive, but it just doesnt work that way for me. A part of me actually wonders, with jealousy, what it would be like if I were simple minded. I hate so much about my life, when I have so much to be graitful for. People in general bug the shit out of me, my friends can make me want to jump off a bridge, I just want to start over a lot of the time, want to know what it would have been like without the influences i have. What do people really think when they see me, or talk to me?!? Am I the weird kid who wears socks with sandels, or the pothead, or Brenna's little sister...I want so bad to be understood, to be just me, I know it will never happen though. Not many people know me for me, even my best friends honestly dont...You could talk to me everyday for years, and in no way, shape, or form have any idea what im really like. I dont think i even know who i am?!? Im not meaning to hurt anyone by writing this, im just trying to break away from myself, dont take anything personally or literally, even if I am being truthful...my viewpoints change everyday, this just happens to be the one I have at this particular moment. I try to hard to be different, to be original, now i realize that it's the new fad to be unique so im ganna fuck it and just be me...i think? Is it even worth this...all my thoughts, it would just be easier if there were non.

Maybe different but remember
Winters warm where you and I
Kissing whiskey by the fire
With the snow outside
And when the summer comes
In the river
Swims at midnight
Shiver cold
Touch the bottom
Starry night
With muddy toes

Stay or leave
I want you not to go
But you should
It was good as good goes
Stay or leave
I want you not to go
But you did

Wake up naked drinking coffee
Making plans to change the world
While the world is changing us
It was good good love
You used to laugh under the covers
Maybe not so often now
But the way I used to laugh with you
Was loud and hard

Stay or leave
I want you not to go
But you should
It was good as good goes
Stay or leave
I want you not to go
But you did

So what to do
With the rest of the day's afternoon hey
Isn't it strange how we change
Everything we did
Did I do all that I should

That I coulda done

Remember we used to dance
And everyone wanted to be
You and me
I want to be too
What day is this
Besides the day you left me
What day is this
Besides the day you went

So what to do
With the rest of the day's afternoon hey
Well isn't it strange how we change
Everything we did
Did I do all that I could

Remember we used to dance
And everyone wanted to be you and me
I want to be too
What day is this
Besides the day you went babe
What day is this