Next entry. A little more serious than the others, but enjoy! I notice the story is getting a lot of hits (yeah, I check my hits). If it's not too hard for you to do, reviewing would be nice, I don't mind the one worded reviews, but with or without I'll still keep writing, why threaten readers with a stupid review limit for the next update.
Sunday, June 21, 2009 4:56 PM
I think I slept about all day yesterday.
Of course that was post pillowbook entry seeing as I only wrote because I couldn't sleep.
And when Shane woke up I could ACTUALLY sleep. Which turned out to be longer than I would have liked. I hate sleeping during the day. Something about it just drives me up a wall, like, I'm sleeping away my life.
Then again, I am pretty much at one of the highest points in my life.
I'm a freaking rockstar.
And somehow, that doesn't seem like enough. I feel like I'm missing something. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a selfish, spoiled, rich kid who needs more. *cough* Shane. Uh-hem.
Just kidding dude, you know you're one of my best friends.
Like I stated before, if you EVER read this behind my back, I will kill you.
I live for these weekends we have off. While I love the tour scene, rushing from place to place, surrounded by screaming fans, peace is a welcome aspect.
Even though peace does mean a relatively small tour bus in a bunk above the snoring Shane Gray.
I mean, I write. Songs and what not. Connect Three's last two hits? Mine.
Of course the label wouldn't tell you that.
And then there's the small piece-scratch that-the two small pieces paper hidden under a loosed piece of paneling in my bunk.
One being the List.
Ahh, the list you have already heard about.
BTW 'you,' long time no speak!
The "Which Bandmate Would Eat First?" scoreboard. You thought I was kidding about that. It's a piece of computer paper with a table scrawled across it and Shane and Jason's names on top of it. Shane redeemed himself by the way. He didn't eat all of the French toast this morning and left me some juice.
Sooo, sorry Jason, when stranded on an island after some crazed tribal fans have shot their poison darts at our private jet pilot and brought our plane down, you're on the menu.
Gah, that sounds extremely creepy.
Chances are you haven't forgotten that I said there were two piece of paper.
Nate Fun-Fact the Fans Don't Know And Won't Hear About 23: I can sketch. Yeah, I'm all around Renaissance man who can also draw.
And this is going to sound even creepier and more stalkerish than the whole cannibalism thing.
Maybe the tribal fangirls would take us all out at one time?
That's not the point.
So maybe, perhaps, that other piece of paper is a sketch of a girl.
A girl who I may or may not have mentioned last pillowbook. Who I don't even know. Whose face I can't get out of my head.
Moving on from that…
Have I also told you that I'm non-confrontational and tend to shut out emotions of any kind besides the joy I get from being on tour?
I guess not.