Alright kids, here is the first group of photos from my London trip. I'll tell you the story of saturday night at Fabric later, but for now there are pictures:

Here is my emo sunset from the airplane



Very gloomy picture, but not quite emo caliber.



Ahhh, the first pint. Contrarty to popular belief, Guinness is more refreshing than orange juice at 11 in the morning



A picture of my flatmates taken by a bartender that was very pissed that she had to take a picture with about 8 different digital cameras. She intentionally made it blurry, is my theory.



In Chinatown, they spell it like it sounds



I'm in heavan



Sadly, the store had nothing to do with tits





Everyone in London loves Burberry!



Magic Mushrooms are legal in England. Oh fuck, I just realized that I'm typing on a cardboard box.



St. Georges doesn't look that great at 10 in the morning with a hangover



"George Bush's Dumbass Head on a string." They just love this guy everywhere! He's kine of like Michael Jackson.



Tokki San was telling me that his old Fook was getting a little loose



London cops love porn too!! (look closely)

I want to show everyone my pictures from London, and since alcohol serves as a sponge to soak up my motivation to send you the pictures separately I am going to use my live journal to show everyone the pics.

London is amazing and my flatmates are really cool. I have 9 people living with me, all of whom are really cool and drink somewhat excessively (the most important quality a person can have, in my opinion).

I also have a crazy story to tell you involving a young Pakistani real-estate mougl with a black American Express card, VIP at club fabric, liquid cocaine, free wallets, and free fragrances

get back to you later

Alright I gotta say that im watching adult swim and some commercial thats just got on about 3 minutes ago and it pissed me the fuck off. It was for the temprupedic mattress shit and it said something about it being approved by the space program. What the fuck does the space program have to do with mattresses? There isn't any goddamn gravity in space, so what the hell is that supposed to mean. What a sack of shit!

whaddaya think?


or dis?

Here I am again, sitting in my first period business computers class, not learning about bussiness or computers, and yet again i see no one with cojones. No one has big enough balls to dress up for anything. No one dressed up on haloween and no one is dressing retro today. Fuck you again if you dress up, and kudos to everyone that did. And Matzner would like me to say that he dressed up as the fonz, but he didnt put enough jel in his hair. And he says (Fonz accent on) Heeyyyyyyy (Fonz accent off). Don't you have anything from the 80's to wear?

Its the day before haloween, and i'm in my first period and i was looking all around at the people coming to school and NO ONE is wearing a fucking costume. Am I embarresed about my tottally badass emo army outfit? No way. And is eric Matzner too embarresed to wear his giant heart that says "I have a heart on"? Fuck no. Will Lucy look like a slutty schoolgirl and look damn good doing it? Hell yes. But it really pisses me off that all of you pussies aren't wearing costumes. What the fuck is that? I know that you had some tottally badass costume idea but were feeling like a giant vagina so you dressed up in normal clothes. You all should have worn giant vaginas today beacause that is what you are. Giant stinking halloween spiritless vagina. Since when were all you fuckers too cool for halloween? Anyone who wasnt wearing a costume, you suck.

Lucy, the love of my life has gotten her liscense. Please, to all who read this, if you live in the pinecrest area stay off the sidewalk if you see a black 1999 GMC Envoy coming towards you. This has been a public service announcment.

Seems like nowadays, about everyone on this fucking planet has a Livejournal. If you wanted me to find a small indian boy by the name of shamdili nakala who lives in a shack and doesnt even have running water, i could probably find him in a livejournal community trying to live up to the coolness standards of so called "hipsters".

On another note i heard of this Livejournal meetup day thing. And its at the disney of the emo world, starbucks. So many people have a Livejournal that next time the president is supposed to give the state of the union adress, hes going to tell the american people "I stayed up all night listening to melt bannana and looking at some pics on deviantart, so just check out the state of the union adress on my next update. American diplomacy can be solved like this "If you dont get rid of your nuclear arms I'm definetly not adding you to my friends list." Alliances can be seen like this "You see Tony Blair is cool, we monitor a community together, and im glad that some countries in south America listen to radiohead so we can accept him into our community for cool people only."

and i even have a livejournal. What the fuck.

As with the end of every livejournal, you (the reader) and me (the writer) are asking the same question: "what the fuck is he talking about?"

this sucks ass. Crazy dan is leaving and i have no more neighbor to come over my house and be boered. Lets all wish him luck at his new school. Hopefully he'll have super happy fun time with alberto hernandez. But think about this: do you really want crazy dan to build your rocket ship?

alright we are going to play a game, its called "is it real emo lyrics or just pages to decmeber?" you do the guessing:

Another day passes by.
Another attempt at love.
Remains unrequited.
Why do I even bother?
I should have learned from the past.
I am but a statue.
Impervious to love.
This punctured heart is mine.
Becomes a handful of dust.
Dust.
Hope has now wilted away.
Wilted. Along with these dreams.
That became emptiness.
A final exit becomes clear.
I am self destructive.
A product of this solitude.
I am riddled with shards.
One simple wish now dies.
Was my request so great?
Once again I drown in its denial.
Was it so complicated?
Once again.
I've been.
Spit upon.
Taken with a grain of salt.
My life is gone.

what should I get for my birthday?

Ya so i went to poplife and I think that its the club for losers that cant dance. Like me.

lucy, you rock

Date:	2003-07-03 00:55
Subject:	Donuts
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative
Music:	Led Zepplin- The ocean

I noticed, after watching many episodes of the Simpsons, that homer loves donuts. And before you go "of course he liked donuts you fucking idiot" I have something to add. I have never seen a goddamn donut shop in springfield. There is the Kwik-e mart, the arcade, and even a local head shop, but where is the donut shop? Of course, I'm probably just being an idiot and there is a donut shop, but still I've never seen it. Tommorow Im going to Naples with My family and Lucy, and i Hope that there is a donut shop there or im gonna be pissed.

this is alex matzner posing as mike jewish. because i am also jewish- no not really, i just pretend i am when it is handy- crazy dan is a man whore- hew likes dick, so i cant fuck him. (although my poll wa sin his favor) mike jewish has a dick the size of a cell phone-

good day mate,

ohmygoditsalex

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I scored a 78% on the "how miami are you? really?" Quizie! What about you?</b>

I scored a 78% on the "how miami are you? really?" Quizie! What about you?</b>

Date:	2003-04-19 12:21
Subject:	people might act like babies, but really funny babies!!
Security:	Public
Mood:	cold
Music:	slayer

Well i noticed that in the small, tightly-woven live journal community that i guess i have invouluntarily been a part of there has been a war going on. In light of that, i just wantedto say that I dont want to be part of it, so im not going to say anything, and justgo on talking shit like i usually do. So in light of this fact i would like to tell all of you about the greatest up and coming band that has ever been created. The band is called"Pages to December" and the lineup is Me (XBloodforwaterX) Bagley (name undecided) and charlie (name also undecided). Tyler might play guitar but Im not sure. So i think that im going to take the webspace that the people of livejournal have so generously provided to tell you how much we rock. First off are lyrics are the deepest shit that you will ever fucking hear. Listen to some of this genius shit that bagley wrote: fuck nevermind i lost it and dont feel like finding
it so nevermind. We rock so fucking hard that sonmeone called me up from LA and was like "dude! stop rocking so fucking hard it hurts my ears!" and im like "fuck you ill fly to LA and kick your ass! "Ya, my hardcoreness shut that bitch up. So, we are more or less a hardcore/emo/grindcore/melodic punk/indie rock/progressive techno band and you all sohuld check us out. Hell ill just throw in some street punk in there for the fuck of it hell ya! we're streetpunk too! Okay not at all i just wanted to say that because i can. But since i started writing this update, tyler joined and then got kicked out of the band. There were actually a few reasons that tyler was not
allowed to continue his presence in this band. The first was that he definetly does not fit our image. Members of this band are only allowed to wear: shirts affiliated with any amazing emo bands that 12 or less people listen to (missles to october, macbeth, blood to simmer ((this band is so underground i just fucking made it up)) and other crap like that) or thrift store shirts. Now tyler was perfectly aware of our rigorus and completly practical standards when inducted in to the band. But one day, the fucking asshole has the nerve to show up for practice in a fucking shirt from urban outfitters!! The nerve of that asshole! our fanbase would obviously be insulted by this incrediby ballsy act of dickheadedness so we had to let him go. The real reason that we let him go was because he was too damn good. He kept
playing all this shit that was good enough to be taken seriously, so we just looked at him really confused and told him to get the hell out because he was making our heads hurt. We wish him good luck in his new band with Aaron from never in red, but rumor
has it that pages to december makes them look like baby food, so tyler is gonna need all the luck that he can get, because he wont be able to survive without pages to december and he knows it. Ya thats right tyler i fucking hate you you hurt my feelings
so much you big fat poopie faced meanie head. Next time i see you im gonna beat your ass for abandoning pages to december which was your only chance for musical survival EVER. Sorry, Im getting carried away, but pages to december will live on
because we are the most amazing hardcore/emo/grindcore/melodic punk/indie rock/progressive techno band to ever grace the hardcore/emo/grindcore/melodic punk/indie rock/progressive techno band stage. PAGES TO DECEMBER!!!

-the silence is broken, with this unspoken truth!!!! PAGES TO DECEMBER
--page 3

thank god im not crazy

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
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