doctordoctor
January 03, 2002 at 4:00 p.m.
The neurologist was today. No more being yelled at by Urmi.
I did get root beer on a nice girl at a party last week, so I guess it was a good time to get checked out. About this whole spasam-thing I've been doing. So I might stop embarrasing myself in public when I scream or jump for no apparent reason.
The more they talk about it - the more it seems like a stress/nerve thing. I'm not a spastic nerfbag, and I'm sure there are pills out there for me. I just want them NOW so I don't keep getting embarrased in public by hitting myself and strangers. It's not serious, just waaay annoying.
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Everyone is so concerned with my future. ANd it's all coming down to these next few months. Gee golly, I don't know what I want out of life. I just know I gotta do something amazing. I owe it to the world, because it has given so much to me.
last night I watched a tape of Barrage. Good stuff - a group of 8 or something violins plus rhythm section that dance and play out there stuff. Actually, it's almost all Celtic sounding and most of the same, but I'm glad there are groups out there. The violin is too cool to stuff in an orchestra. My friend Matt and I know we could do better and we're goona. he's got killer jazz chops and I'm cute, so we can't be beat:)
I think I want something out of this life. I just need to figure out what. I'm goona be big. REALLY big.
SUPERCRACK is dreaming.... and not of just music either. If she could only get this one boy out of her head... oh, so sad to be a crackhead......