Here, There, Everywhere; That's Where We Sex.

Aside from getting the cops called on us six times and the party starting two hours later than it was supposed to, due to slack ass kids, everything went really well. I can't stress that enough, two kegs + 60 or so kids in a small house/ front yard; with keg in yard, made me happy. There were these stink-kids, five of them, that wouldn't fucking leave me alone unless I played Leftover Crack and Mustard Plug, I told them that I probably won't play it because I have a set up set list, for transistional and sync purposes. I mean, who wants to go from a fast tempo song to medium back to fast? That would kinda piss me off... Probably not, but those kids were.
I feel like subway today just because I'm in love with sandwhiches as of now and because I found $25.00 in the parking lot of school yesterday. I was kind enough to give Matthew James Tyler Bennett enough to get cigs but that's not that much, it's just I'm trying to save as much as I can because I'm moving out in Oct. And I think I speak for everyone who has ever had to have a job and go to school at the same time, it's nerve breaking and get's you very exauhsted. Plus, I have these other things that I want (mainly the IPhone and Playstation 3) Wow, that a good K spent on just two things. Hmph. I NEED THEM!
I'm already so tired of this week and it's already Tuesday. I suppose it's only because I'm kinda nerveous for this upcoming show on Saturday. It's Jon Kersey, or as I have called him since 15, Q.T. 21st Birthday Party and then to top it on everything the first bar group to let me drink in a club/bar since I was 17, two years ago, are moving to Chicago Monday so they asked if they could have it at the same place we are. (The flyer)This means now:
* 10:00 P.M.

* 142 Spring St. Charleston, South Carolina 29403

* September 1st, 2008

* Band For People's Names That Begin With M
- NEONGOLDEN!!

* 8 Kegs
- Liqor
- Meal Food & Finger Food
- Soda

This can only end in tickets, a great great great party of the school year or fights, hahah. I'm so excited, I'm going to have to give myself a lot of sleep and prep. This, aside from New Jersey, might be the biggest house party that I'll be playing. Cuh-ray-zee! Welp, I hope to see all of you there. If you don't come I'm sure I'll have photos.

Wanna Go Back to 1996?

Getting high for the 4th/5th time in my life really made me sick and sad. I felt like I flashed back to when I used to live in GUAM, everything that somebody said I would try and trace it back to when I was living there. I would do it in a matter of a minute and half, well, I was high, so that was probably like five minutes in real life. It also made me think of how everything was so.... "Real!" When I touched my leg with one of my fingers, my brain would send my nerves trembling all over my body... I want to say that weed was laced with ex. But, oh well, I'm pretty much done with all the "drug scene."
School is pretty straight, I don't know why people hate it so much. I guess it's all the note taking and shit. I'm just really into my accounting and math class, English is easy and useless; to me, and computer class is the pain-in-the-ass-teacher I knew I would get sooner or later. School owns my sould Monday, Wednesday and Friday. It's cool though because I got these boss shoes that look like Down Chuck's, but except these have leather and gator on it. AH! This pair and these rediculious ones on ebay; that are still there from a year ago, are my dream shoes. Yes, I am a guy with dream shoes. Haha. I think I'm actually known for my shoes. The faux Gator sneakers, snake shoes and snake slip-on's, the pilgrim shoes and the infamous 70's anchorman shoes. The latest though blow them out of the water.

Happy to End.

Well, the two day vactaion in Edisto was really nice. I finally got to wake board for the first time and I can actually do pretty well for a kinda "first timer." It was more fun being on the raft going really fast and being lobbed up and down on the waves. The beach house was fairly nice too, we; Christopher Micheal Coon and Conrad George Brown, got so smashed that I tried to fuck with a hawk... Eating a squirrel. Ah'. Good times. The show I played, Tola's going away-party was awsome too. Though I don't really remember most of it, I do remember having a little conversation with an olde' time friend. Infact today, the first day of school, I saw him and we got to sit and talk before our classes. I miss that kid. He told me about the awsome Daft Punk show and the after party. God. That after party sounded sooo fucking cool. Montreal, go figure. I'm no, big, fan of Canada, but sounds like a fun place.
Last night, Sunday, I got to play music with my friend Preston's roommates. Who are all totally "dude-bra," kids. They enjoyed my drumming so much that they decided that I shouldn't be kicked out but the rest of the people that came with me should. It's sooo sad how stupid the "group-segregations" are here. I think that's the only thing I like about N.Y. Is that it's so multi-culture that you can be anything and still be friends with the least-likely.... Eh'. Go figure, it's the fucking opitomy of south. It's called SOUTH Carolina. Sheesh.
Anyways, I have an ass load of work, that doesn't even envolve school, to do in the next five days.
Work. Help move. School. Work. Work. Play Juanita Greenburg's. It's going to be an "awsome," week. Is anybody else tired?

Goodbye Tola / Welcome Back To School - Party!

You know it here and you know it's time to face the facts.
Time to get smart and just suck it up and get as fucked up before getting fucked up affects your grades. Yes, kids. School! Hope you got your "crazy" glue, 3 ringed binder, TMNT Lunch-box, and calculator, it's going to be one hell-of-a school year.
To top it off the fine people of Ashley Ave. Are throwing a party!

WHO!?: 255 Ashley Ave. Charleston, South Carolina 29405 (google mapers)

WHO?!: 10:30 P.M.

WHO?! Tola's going away party/Going back to school.

WHO?!: NEONGOLDEN!! All night. No requests except Tola. Maybe if you're special you can get one too.

WHO?!: Free. Free beer but you might want to bring some as well.

COME AND BRING ALL YOUR FRIENDS!


This one is for the fucking championships, I have new mixtapes that I'm going to be spinning tonight!

Snap It Off.

So I was riding in my car and heard the new Soulja Boy song: Crank That Soulja Boy (Superman) and I noticed that it had the Cadillac Don: Inside Peanut Butter Outside Jelly style of beat to it. I started to think deeper of the year that I heard the Cadillac Don song and rememeberd (sic?) that there was a specific dance to it. Now, I'm more intrested in it and video search to see if there is a dance, sure enough there is. Not only is there a specific dance but millions of people have learned AND; this is the best part, there are a five other songs with specific dances. Them being the following:

Cash Camp: Crank Dat Yank

Crank Squad: Spiderman Dat Hoe

Pop It Off Boyz: Crank Dat Batman

Dem Shaw Boyz: Crank Dat Iron ManVideo Not Provided but is an offical dance to. It also has the same exact beat as Crank Dat Soulja Boy(Superman)

And of course: Soulja Boy: Crank Dat Soulja Boy(Superman)

You can check all these videos on youtube. Trust me, everyone knows these dances. Why don't you, asshole?

Aqui!

Wowie, wow, wow! After waking up to a forgetful Friday night, I ended up scanning through photographs of Catherine Peterson and I kissing. It was cute. I wish she wasn't a lesbion, I would date that woman real fast-like. So we headed out to Sweet Water, which is always a mistake because of those fucking prices, but in this case it was fun because of our waitress and who was there. I would post photographs but I kinda ran away from home and I don't have my cable. I threw more money away by buying a damn Lacoste shirt, but for Saturday night, it was well worth it... I guess?
So, Christopher Micheal Coon, Conrad George Brown and I went to work and it still 101 degrees outside; not lying, and we were constantly threatend by Yellow Jackets, but hey, it's $10.00 an hour. We are out there from 12:00 P.M. - 5:00 P.M. Reasonable, considering the weather. So after tending my wound and taking a shower I decided to go to Charleston to meet up with my friend Angela who bought me some Tanquery Gin, sooo good. I love drinking it straight... Ugh, I'm going to go blind and die.
So, while still walking in the heat, I start feeling weird and while walking it felt as if the concrete or asphalt were soft and breaking. I didn't know what to do so I just found an alley way and tried to make myself throw up. It was pathetic, but scary. I figured an ice cold P.B.R. And Coke Zero would take care of everything but it turns out that gatorade was the perfect remedy. At this time it was time for Leigh Montgomery Cart's party and Christopher Micheal Coon picked me up and headed to the east side. I have no idea why the fuck Danielle Duchane decided to move to the bad part of town. She walks home drunk every night. That doesn't spell R-A-P-E, or anything. *Sigh* These girls.
Speaking of, "these girls," an hour and a half into her own party, Leigh Montgomery Cart took so many shots that she had to be carried into her bed, where I'm pretty sure she wet herself, she's pretty good at that. It was fun, none-the-less, after I drank all my gin and some of hers, with some bud light and Sky Vodka, we decided to go to Lindsey Funderbunk's party. It was fun, definately a crowd that I could go wild around. I wish I didn't see Paige Kaufman, that would've been a good night. I hear she has herpes. After many drinks later, I was able to not remember anything and we headed to Christopher Micheal Coon's house where, Conrad George Brown, Ashley Elizabeth Coon and myself stayed up to talk about how her Siberean Hamster killed another one named, Tooty-Fruity. I have a video of it that I will post when I get my cables. The weekend was nice, now it's time to eat chicken and rest.
Today is the last day to submit your clips for the Gmail video, anyone is allowed in it and I hear that it might make national television. I need to do this, A.S.A.P. Hope everything is going well for all of you. Take it sleazy.

G.D.M-H

Shit Storm

*Conrad ran into my mum's friends-car last night, I have to pay for all of it.
*Had to work in the hott ass weather
*Cut my knee cap open by glass in the hott ass weather.
I love my life. I can't wait to move into the Haus of Rumors. Come October [Don't Fuck With It] Boys are going to rule West Ashley, we've conquered Charleston and destroyed it. You're more than welcome to come and hang out with us and stuff your face with booze and drugs, haha. I hope to see all of you at Leigh's birthday tomorrow night... I might be D.J'ing?

* I GET KNOCKED DOWN!