everybody party!/monoaware (did i spell that right?)/show's over folks/death metal experience/dammit, give me my brain back!

hmm, yeah, well this is what i get for leaving this all alone for so long, but who really gives a fuck? nobody, cause i'd be fucking shocked if anyone ever bothered to read this!
Well, first order of business: the 'welcome to EHS dance' on friday was really fun, once the dance actually got started, that is. I have finally found out that knowing people from my high school classes can actually be somewhat useful at times and that if you go to a dance it's usually a good idea to, ya know, dance! So that, plus the whole finding some hot chicks to slow dance with made the whole thing pretty damn fun.
Monoaware: I know I'm definately not spelling that right, but that's not the point. What is the point? The point is that it's a japanese word about enjoying the sadness in life; interesting concept, i suppose, though rather melancholy. Oh well, it's cool.
The play is finally over. It was fun and all, but it was stressful and tiring and stuff at the same time, so idk, it's both bad and good. The mic cut out on my during the first half of my DJ bit, but that's okay, i really dont care all that much. But its all over now and that's that.
I was bored yesterday so i downloaded some slipknot and limp bizkit stuff. Well, that was ah... interesting... maybe... Truth is its fucked up shit that makes eminem look like a good citizen, so that's my take on heavy/death metal.
Finally, I have finally figured out that there are certain things that, when i get involved in them, tend to make it absolutely impossible for me to write. The only upside is that when i finally get back into the writing grove i just can't stop. You see, i think writing is sort of like bleeding--and before you try to get me to see a shrink, understand this is just a metaphor and is based on very little of my own experience--when you havent been bleeding and you get cut it bleeds a lot, just like writing for me; when you need it to bleed but it wont you have to cut or pick at it and that can hurt like hell, just like writing; and when its all over theres a huge relief that rushes through you.
Oh, one last thing, i just love this, its like talking to a fucking brick wall! but its fucking fun so i dont fucking care! fuck!