Disturbed By Your Words And They're Calling All Cars...

Jim - This weekend was pretty boring. I did alot of musc related stuff... worked on my music. Renamed the band (from Furthermore to Produce Aisle), worked on the music, worked on lyrics, made a PureVolume account for my band, etc.
I've been rereading the Sword Of Truth series since August. School has been hindering that, but I started the 3rd book yesterday. I have 5 more to go after this one. The new book by this guy comes out in January. I can make that. Easy.
I'm sorry..... but those 2 new songs in chorale make me sick... I hate them. I can't believe Dunaway would make us sing something as stupid as Feller From Fortune... Steam Heat is better, but that one will have to grow on me. At least in Steam Heat I get to use my better, higher range.
hmmm crap... I gotta do that chemistry lab...
Anyway, I saw Kesley downtown thursday night. We talked music for awhile. Kesley is an awesome guitarist and drummer... he also does the DJ thing, which is very cool. We both have Adam Mizell as a mutural friend. We're gonna get together and jam sometime.
Hmm... as always, you've just wasted your time reading my journal again. Thanks for your support.
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::Daily Lyrics:: - Good eye, sniper/ I shoot, you run The words you scribbled on the walls/ With the loss of friends you didn't have/ I called you and the time is right/Are you in or are you out?/ For them all to know the end of us all ~ "A Favor House Atlantic" - Coheed And Cambria

I Cry When Angels Deserve To Die...

Jim - Today was pretty okay. I don't think anything out of the ordinary happened... but because of chemistry, I now am not on honour roll.... (I hate it... 84.0... I could have got a 85 I think if I did those extra credit things... grrr...). But that's okay...
Chorale was interesting... with Dunaway beating around the bush trying to tell us about things with Grammy week in New York and whether or not we're gonna get to go... I am confident that I can be selected if I don't just completely screw up. The only competition I'm really worried about is Kyle... I respect Kyle in that he's pretty good. But I have him beat in some things. I just have to do the best I can on my good things and work on the things that I need to work on (obviously...).
Kaitlin said that I don't belong in the junior class... I should be in the sophomore class... because I spend more time with them than the juniors... hmmm... I think I do... maybe 65.49% of my time with '07.
I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAAAAAAAAND!
I love The Beatles.
There are some friendships I want to establish and some I want to take a step farther.
Joey writes novels
Jim writes music
Joey loves philosophy and science
Jim is pretty shallow
Joey loves classical music, Opera, and traditional music forms
Jim is a rock/metal/etc. person
WHO AM I???
Rhapsody is awesome!
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::Daily Lyrics:: - Wake up/ Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)/ Grab a brush and put a little/ Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)/ Hide the scars to fade away the/ Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?/ Here you go create another fable/ You wanted to/ Grab a brush and put a little makeup/ You wanted to/ Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup/ You wanted to/ Why’d you leave the keys upon the table? / You wanted to/ I don’t think you trust/ In, my, self righteous suicide ~ "Chop Suey" - System Of A Down

Your Same Pathetic Cliche Lines...

Jim - Yes, Once again, I've been overly lazy. After that period came the frantic rush of the last week of this grading period.
Gotta love life.
Mrs. Nimmons class makes me dislike lit... It's acceptable to have one essay in a six weeks... it's also acceptable to have 2 essays in a six weeks. But not both in the same last grading week. she decided to through in an extra essay to write before the grading period was done. I probably wouldn't have minded much of I didn't have like tests in every other class to stress over.
I got a 85.8 (Mr. Manly doesn't round the test grades) on the chemistry test today... I don't think I have ever been so happy to get a "B" in my life. I have decided to step up and just do it in Chorale. I've pretty much made up in my mind that I will be section leader next year. 3 weeks to go until all-state auditions I don't know if I'm gonna make all-state this year... after making it with a okay score then bombing it, I'm still shaken by the whole thing. But I'm going to do the best I can. I do plan on making it this year. If I don't, then I'll just be depressed for a few weeks and then get over it.
I'm going to be stuck at home for awhile for most things because of my mom's condition. She just got out of the hospital Tuesday after having a complete knee replacement. She can't really walk that much. So I have to do things around the house. Responsibility... I don't think she thinks I have any... I do my best to juggle DFA, music, house work, and writing essays overnight for Mrs. Nimmons. It doesn't always work out how I want it.
Yup... gotta love life...
I don't feel like writing anymore... I got music to practice...
...I'm enjoying the new Senses Fail Album, but the new song is "Cute Without The "E" (Cut From The Team)" by Taking Back Sunday. **Paige - This song is the best modern rock example of counter-point I have ever heard**
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::Daily Lyrics:: - You say/ That you want respect/ Well then you better get/ Some for yourself/ 'Cause all/ That I see right now/ Is someone who's/ Lost and insecure ~ "Lady In A Blue Dress" - Senses Fail

Hesistating There's No Second Chance...

Jim -
Instead of the typical entry today, I've decided to post the bit of the first chapter of my new novel. Don't be hatein' because this hasn't been revised yet. I don't have a name for the story yet... so bare with me.
I suppose I'll add more of the story to my journal. not now though... I have more of it done. But I don't want to add it quite yet.
sooo... here we go... Constructive criticism only helps me. Thanks :D

"Will he die tonight?"
Death. The thought of it seemed all too inviting.
Breaking through the cloudy visions that flashed before his minds eye, he almost
accepted the invitation. He was about to let go when another voice caught his
attention.
"And what of King Jeremiah and Prince Gabriel?"
"Both twice
saved by Nathan's hand," Another answered.
Nathan. His name was Nathan...
"The Blood of the Covenant still lives?" The other asked, his voice more
urgent.
"It lives."
"It lives," He repeated relieved.
"Yes," He
returned. "But the followers of the Prophet Tristan -"
The name triggered
something in Nathan's mind. He now knew where he was. He knew what he had just
survived and how they would die if he didn't warn them. His grip on life
strengthened with a newfound power that welled inside of him. His eyes darted
open and he sat up and came to his feet. He startled the men around him with his
sudden movement.
"Na -"
"Everyone get out of the camp!" He exploded. He
looked at them with eyes of fury as they stood around him confused and
unblinking.
"Nathan, lie down. You're-"
Nathan took a step toward the
man... he looked familiar. He knew him... "Get everyone out of the camp, now!"
"But Nathan," The man pleaded - Alden. That was his name. - "You're safe
now. We rescued you from behind enemy lines."
Nathan looked at his friend
squarely in the eyes. "Do you wish to die this day?"
Alden looked at Nathan.
For what seemed an eternity, Alden stood silent, studying his friend. Sure that
he had gotten his point across; he brushed past Alden and went for the tent
entrance. Alden caught him by the shoulder. Nathan turned to face his friend's
signature, sloppy smile.
"I suppose I'll go with you," He said then grinned.
"I know you can't take care of yourself."
Nathan would have returned the
smile. He would have patted his friend on the back and told him than he had
always known that he would stick by him no matter what. He would have if matters
were less serious. Instead, He gave a short nod. "Gather your men. We leave
now."
Nathan left the tent, his tattered cloak flapping behind him. Alden
was right behind him, giving a steady stream of instructions to one of his men
who was walking briskly at his heels to keep up.
Alden was a large man in
comparison to his comrade, Nathan. It took many men two strides to match his
one. They both had the same light brown eyes but only Nathan had the hair to
match. Alden had shaggy, curly blond hair that stood as a vivid contrast to
Nathan's straight hair. They were almost complete opposites. Despite their
differences, they were the best of friends since they were boys.
The tent
flap behind Nathan opened. "You're fools!" A man called from behind, the
commander of the Covenant's 2nd league. "We're in enemy land! They'll kill you
if you go out there!"
Nathan was in no mind to argue the point. Enemy land
or not, they only had one chance at life. He ignored the shouts along with the
pain that came with every breath he took. He went to what he thought was his
tent. At least it was the day before. He opened the flap to see that his memory
served him well. He searched for only a few things. Most we already in his
shoulder pack. He stuffed a few more previsions in the pack. He strapped on his
sword that went across his back and replaced knives he had used the day before:
Two for each of his boots and the three that belonged on this belt. He didn't
like to be too heavily armed for speed's sake, but he knew the dangers of the
land. And now he knew the dangers of the army that patrolled it.
Without
looking back he left the tent. Alden and thirteen men and one woman met him
right outside. "What happened to your other men?" Nathan asked.
"You said we
leave now," Alden replied. "I had no time to round up a bunch of men in a camp
of this size."
"I'm glad you knew the importance of my words. We must leave
now." He cast a worried glance back at the rest of the camp. He grabbed two men
by the arms as they were passing by. "You," He looked at the one to his left, go
tell the rest of the camp to flee. Danger is coming." He looked at the other.
"And you go tell the commander to leave now. It's the only chance to survive."
He released both of them. Whether they did as he said or not, he didn't know. He
turned on heel and headed toward the north edge of the camp.
With Alden
behind him, Nathan led the group out into the main road - the last of the Second
League. The path was leading up a hill when the smell of burning flesh, smoke
and the sound of screams of agony unmatched by any sound of distress he has ever
heard in his life. He turned to see what he didn't need to see to know the truth of it: A camp in a roar
of flames.
A camp fallen to the hands of Prophet Nathan.
He turned to
Alden's men. "We are the last surviving," He looked each of them in the eye. "We
must keep going onward to alert the Covenant. They know we're here. Prophet
Tristan knows. The Covenant must live."
He turned and gave Alden a
reassuring smile. "I promised our adventures were over after we nearly drowned
together in Dunum Lake."
Alden smiled at the childhood memory. "You never
kept that promise. But I can't let you do this by yourself. You can't walk ten
paces without be keeping you from stumbling."
Nathan smiled. Alden had come
to Nathan's aid when he was in danger countless times. Nathan not being able to
survive on his one was a private joke between the two. Every time Alden came to
his rescue, he told him he could have very well have done it without him. "You'd
better be on your guard then. This trek is a hard one."
They both laughed
and started down the path. Alden's men, with nervous glances behind them
wondered how they could laugh after such an event.
The event that could very
well lead to the Covenant's demise.

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::Daily Lyrics:: - Emotionless I slip in to the black/ And there's no turning back now/ Everyone around me smoking crack/ This tunnel is blinding/ Hallucinating I'm debating life/ But it's still moving forward/ If I could change the hands of time ~ "Said" - Puddle Of Mudd

Fall... Sometimes I Fall So Fast...

Jim - GOODNESS! I have so much I could say.... but I forgot most of it.
It has been a while. I'm not gonna say much of the past because it's just too much past.
Me and Autumn are going out again... this time it's fo weal though. I've taken a liking to someone else at school... so I'm afraid of what's gonna happen... sometimes I hate being in relationships...
The EP is coming...... AHHH I can feel it. But we can't go in the studio until late Sept.
Drums - Adam and/or Michael
Vocals - Me
Lead guitar - Me
Rhythm guitar - Me... haha... Although Brandon Skelton may help with that
Bass - Patrick
Labour day you may find me working out some stuff with my peeps for the EP.
Voice lessons officially start tom. - Friday

*Basic overview of classes*
US History - Great to have Mr. Bower back. Learning a lot. Very insightful class.
American Literature - okay class. But Mrs. Nimmons is a butt.
PE - You can't say much bad about PE except that I'm out of shape... but I'm getting better
Music Theory - Easy right now. Still waiting to get into the stuff I don't know. I can't wait until we start composing... ahh yes...
Chorale - When the year started, I thought this year's mixed chorus wasn't going to fill the shoes of last year's.... But just today I was amazed at how powerful a group we are.... and how fast we learn the music... I hope we can master it like we did last year. We're EXTREMELY GOOD... but yet, we're not good enough. WATCH OUT SoCal! Chorale is coming!
Algebra 2 - ummm... It's okay. I'm doing really good in the class. It's not hard at all. but it is like one of the first math classes what I've had that isn't a review at the beginning.
Musical Theatre - Not bad... Not bad at all... I love the class... I think I'm gonna play a black man when we do the musical Ragtime for "Arts in the Heart"
Chemistry - this may be the only the first science class in my life that I ever had to worry if I was gonna fail or not... I'm so freakin' glad Mr. Manly give out a lot of extra credit.
In other news - I'm doing cheerleading for powderpuff this year, I'm doing Fiction and Poetry writer's club, and I've started on my next novel after 3 years of completing my last... I feel rusty... but I'll get back in the groove.

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::Daily Lyrics:: - Ohhhhh/ It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real/ I like the way that feels/ Ohhhhh/ It's as if you've known me better than I ever knew myself/ I love how you can tell/ All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me/ All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me ~ "Pieces Of Me" - Ashlee Simpson