Joe Johnstone

really? it's not in my hands? ;)

First of all, I didn't hack your shit, asshole. someone changed it (I would imagine you, fucktard) to my email address. I got a nice little message in my inbox telling me that my livejournal had changed email addresses. Which of course amused me since I had/have no livejournal. Now I'm sure you can imagine that every retard with no balls signs up for things and instead of owning it, inserts what they think to be a ficticious email, namely mine. I used to tolerate it, but I can only handle so many mailing lists, message boards, random email crap coming to my addy. you get the idea... So some time ago I decided to have a little fun with people who think they're being clever by signing up with my email address. Believe me, dumbass, if I was going to hack someone's livejournal for shits and giggles, I'd certainly pick a better person. Truthfully your journal sucks and you sound to be about 13. Not even interesting or with a decent command of the English language. Don't flatter yourself by thinking that I chose you because of your wittiness or intelligence. Someone changed your lj email to mine. Who that was, I don't know. Probably you, judging by the content of your posts that's about as clever as you get. I ran with it. Sorry about your luck. Now it's just fun to toy with you.

and for the record, I'm a *girl*, dipshit. Quit calling me a guy.

ah yes, dying_pussy is no longer in the hands of suckit@gmail.

i had a nice society gig tonight. playing despues the school play, and i think all the that all the time i have spent in the pit has given me black lung.... the silent killer. which reminds me: my dad told me a few days ago that my humble abode is actually wrapped with abstestos

i dont know about another 6 years in school (counting this one and taking into consideration a 4 year college). i am kind of ready to just live in a shitty shot gun apt. with my axe. and i want to be paid for my time rather than school where i/parental units pay for my time.

i have become so dead set and closed minded on this musical profession for my future. and if it fails, that would suck.

yo man this kid has no fucking life at all. some prick hacked our livejournal...youre gay buddy.

you can't outsmart me, dumbfuck!

I changed my email to someone else's email.
Now they can fuck with my journal.
OOOOOOPS.

what a let down of anticipation... anticipation 1 week in the making. thanks for not sharing my exciteement.

i am home for the weekend


my fingers hurt all the time up at Wesleyan because the jazz ensamble plays for 4 hours straight.

it is the most humbling program. this one kid, who has lived in foster care since like age 8, had to pay his own way into the art program. one night we had conversation in which he described how he had to grow up fast after his mother died, and father walked out... dumping him in foster care. his art work is exceptional and puts it to use painting/designing car details for a living (at age 18 mind you). all his sweat in blood went into this program. it is wierd to say this, but once can just glance into his eyes and see his pain. he is real.

i played with the famous jay hoggard like 2 days ago. you should check his work out.

Nice days before Weasleyn:
- Sponsorship from Guitar Center but not for guitar
- I edited a film of marc and i playing at the teen center from may 28th, if you want one to laugh at... let me know.
- Rare live jaco live downloaded
- Emonle@yahoo.com birthday

what a productive day

One of those "news" banners on the AOL welcome window was talking about Orson Welles 1938 broadcast of THE WAR OF THE WORLDS; it reminded me how badly i wanted to actually hear that broadcast. in some respects, i wish i lived back then so shit like that could become a frenzy... like THE MAINE. it was actually really entertaining to listen to because it was amazing how well constructed it was. it was fun. now i see why some people are so opposed to TV. listening is more stimulating.

so download the whole thing. if you have dial up, such as i, a good 3.5 hours to get it.


also the news back then was presented so dry and matter of fact. none of that Ernie Annostis "heart felt" commenting on disasters.

if you can play any sort of instrument... bring it to marc's hus around 7:30pm.

the Sinew Reunion show

Lenny Skolnik's piano recital
watch marc try to play in the pocket
watch me try to be jaco
watch lenny do the robot

i have no clue where

and if your name is VERONICA CHAN: i have your money.

i loved mark gotleib's 20000 someodd pieces in the jabberwokey

my head is about to explode:
1) i played with feedback for like an hour with my guitar. the amplitute was great.
2) B-man and i were on the 4th floor of de school when this kid uttered the phrase:

"Body butter on the lips is oh so delightful"
this phrase has racked my mind all day. What the fuck is body butter?

the At The Drive-In anthology is out with like 5 unreleased songs, videos, and some other shit.

i dont know why i didnt go out last night, i just felt terrible after my set.
i can't really say what turned me away, i think it was just the fact that i didnt really want to socialize.

going home and talking to Brielle made it like 1000 times better.

the peligrino dance squad is the
siamese twin of totally awesome.
i loved how humid and full the teen center was.

FAJITAS for dinner

my father is deffinatly have an extramarital affair. He is going to Vermont to "play guitar" with some women. i dont know where he found this fuck and i dont care. my mom is upset, she probably doesnt think that my father is banging this granola faggot, (she is right and i am just overreacting) but when you have a wife you dont go off for a 3 day weekend with some other women up in vermont.

Max Simpkins sat down next to me at a library computer and stayed all fucking 2nd period. he smells like silly putty... i mean it just fumagates off him. MAX SIMPKINS!!! it is still bothering me now. i am now messed up in the head because he was looking at every review of the new stars wars movie for 50 min straight online and would make me look at every single one!!!!jdfshfblkj;sadh;jklasdhfjahsdkjl;hbasdfjkheiarhgljkarshj;asdfhnzx:Fdaposifwre

here in the library / the most unproductive free.

aschool fair set list is:

Totally faggots
Lenny & Ryan (the totally awesome cover band)
Rosenburg's free-jazz-fiasco

j-krome (era) just said "yeah guy" behind me
wow usin da languistico "era"
he is now singing some like r-kelly song

today i thought about how my old pal cody is doing.
i havent hung out with him since 8th grade.

last night i had a dream about synthetic humans...
not cliche robots... synthetic.
i hadn't had a dream before last night
since maybe 1997?

1997: when dial up was the only means
to access the "world wide web" - via AOL 2.0

its funny how inconsistently one remembers his/her dreams

my dad is so drunk from partying with sophia's parents
and it is bothering me.
he cant make it up the stairs without stumbling. and
like 10 min ago he told me:
"be sure to pack your bag for school tomorrow"
where is he living? maybe in 1997 with my other dreams.

Josh Lanzet was playing
his tunes today in room 209. (acoustic guitar and his nasal voice)
my ears were bleeding
he is so cockey
and I like how
he thinks he is the next big thing

mars volta friday and i hope
to go the guitar shoppes on 48th street.

I just cant stand it when my father curses and threatens to fire Elaine.
She is my second mother.
The day i came home from the hospitol, she started work.

today she scraped the fridge by mistake and my father flipped out and started:
"What the fuck? are you fucking stupid?"
"Dont bother fucking coming in tomorrow you shit head"

fuck my father

now he refuses to pay Elaine because she only worked a half day monday because... oh, i dunno, her son only had a fucking seizure! the only thing i can talk to my father about music, anything else leads to an argument.

Elaine is leaving in June. My dispair will be that of someone loosing a mother.
she calls Sophia the "Grilled Cheese Gal" and tells brielle and i not to have sex.

i might start using this again
or i might get my own

a great party last night: i commend thee kelly de chan.


i got into my summer jazz bass class after the arduous audition. my audition tape is so off time. i guess they just liked how i copy everything jaco pastorius ever played.

i had my second breakfast with Ryan at Friendly's. we left a $1.12 tip because that fat, elfish bitch of a waitress brought our check when we weren't even halfway done with the meal. then some lattino guy came by to take our plates when we still had our homefries to eat.

i dont think that what people enter to their "current music" category is what they are really listening to. You all probably post a song that will make you appear
"cool".

Today was my last photo class and my underwear fell apart. the boxers were not so old and basically turned to dust in my pants. thats what one gets for cutting corners and shopping at Old Navy

Brielle in DC is killing me.

This Friday is jabberfest and i dont think anyone in school is going to understand what marc and i are playing. Our set, in the december show, was basically one long song and the lights were so bright i couldnt see anything/anyone.---This kid kota is playing with his "shredding" band. he is actually a walking billboard for fender guitars... i swear, every piece of clothing he owns has some sort of fender logo on it. whatever.

Saturday, May 28th, 2005ad is going to be a date to save