what a time...

so....i've been away for a couple of months at least. i feel like this is a good time to start writing again. blogging. whatever it's called. so since then, there have been some major developments in the life of tony. i now have a beautiful young chica named alanna. shes like what ive been waiting for. 18 years and i finally found her. i mean...i didn't even know a girl could be so good when i was like 2 years old. hahaha. but yeah... on the downside, i work full time for parkside (it sucks). i get random days off and they're usually not together so any time i have off is cut short because i have to come back to SC the next day to work. also...a minor development was that i was on american idol. not that great of a television show in my opinion, but you know how many people actually watched the season finale? i don't either but if you find out, let me know because i want to know how many more people have seen me on tv. hahaha. yeah...band is awesome. and for some news that isn't new: i'm still broke. i actually got my highest paycheck that i've ever gotten working for SC last wednesday but after a week, i'm left with less than a hundred bucks to carry me through the weekend until next wednesday. through the weekend! lol. but yeah...so surprise heather! im writing again. not that the fact that i have nothing interesting to say has changed... haha. at least my page isn't all emo anymore. and if it is, at least it's not all like cut myself emo.
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what the efff

so this weekend was a trip. it started thursday night at century apartments. i tore my favorite khaki dickies while getting on to the roof of century. then i went to a clam party and met some stupid incoming freshman who decided to wear our helmet and then throw it to the floor in a drunken stupor. i wanted to kick his ass but it wasn't my place so i didn't. then friday came and we got kicked out of the ped building for trying to play basketball. then i ditched my homies and went to another effing clam party that was great for the most part except for some douchebag who had something against me and called me "boneswallow" and "maple syrup," before finally settling on "flapjacks" because apparently he didn't know what a maple bar was. then saturday i was on the gig for compton, which was pretty cool because i felt i played pretty well that night. but then as i was getting back on to the bus to leave back to SC, i realized my wallet wasn't in my back pocket and so i flipped because i thought i had brought it. then my friends were supposed to come over but decided not to, so i kind of just sat in my room and tripped out on all the shit that had happened. and everyone was doing something that night so i was kind of like...alone. i woke up in a drunken stupor the next morning and stumbled out of bed to go cancel my debit card. i ended up finding my wallet later on, and it was the weirdest feeling ever. it seemed as though all my problems had accumulated and then attacked me the night before. at the time, everything seemed so big and just thinking about it all made me want to throw up or something. then when i found my wallet the next day, i felt like god had been playing some sick little game with me. i felt as if i was the biggest douchebag in the world and that none of the problems that i thought i had meant anything at all. like...there's so much that i need to be worrying about, let alone what other people have to go through, and i'm crying because i tore a pair of shorts? my ghetto ass will probably end up wearing them anyway and will try to pass it off as a fashion statement because it will save me about 20 bucks. so yeah...really? that's all i have to say.

so i gave in to peer pressure...

so i've always thought having a blog would be pretty cool but i've never actually taken the steps to create one. so now that bloody mary has created one, heather peer pressured me into also getting one, but i don't know...maybe i'll actually enjoy it. i've always thought it'd be cool to just write stuff out but who's going to read this? except for matt who is watching me type it, of course. but anyway its 2am and i have phil discussion tomorrow morning. i should get some sleep.