Hey,

So i'm writing this play about a family of crazy people. It's sort of the theme of the play in many ways, craziness. Madness. I wouldn't have believed at 15, that i would know those kind of people, crazy people. It wasn't too long ago when i met my first legitimate one. One of my dearest friends now. My band is playing a show tomorrow night, the first one in nearly three months, because of some recording. I'm pretty excited and actually a little nervous. I don't usually get nervous before shows, I don't know why. Maybe just because its been a while. We're playing with a good line up, which is the main reason for my excitement. I hate playing a show with shitty bands. Playing with good bands just has a better atmosphere.... predictable huh? Anyhoot, I'm hoping it'll all go well, if not then I'll just have to quit music and take up bee keeping or something. Ha. I'm scared of bees. Well, not scared, I just don't liked to be stung. Once again... go figure.