track meet today. 23.27 in the 200 meter. awesome. had to drive myself to the track meet an anchor bay, so i decieded i'd call heather on the way because i wasn't able to call her yesterday. definitly started talking to her voicemail because i got confused, so i felt like an ass and didn't leave a message. i'm a loser. writing new music and demoing stuff, playing a lot of stuff by something corporate for ideas.






I met you last month at a party
You brought me up you brought me down
You came to me last night as an apparition
And I came around.
What's with you
And all your talk of independence?
What's with me
And my lack of innocence?

Keep it,
Locked up,
Inside the pocket
And maybe I will sleep
I'll be
Right there
Inside the pocket
And you'll be knee deep

My palms were sweating
And my heart grew big
My leg was shaking.
How badly I wanted you with me.
You came to me
And said this could be something
I'll take something over nothing
Any day.
What's with me
And the way that I've been lately?
What's with you
And the way you make me feel?

Keep it,
Locked up,
Inside the pocket
And maybe I will sleep
I'll be
Right there
Inside the pocket
And you'll be knee deep

And I'm scared 'cause these things fall apart
Electric baby
And I've known it from the start.
So please forgive me
For being like I am
But I'll take you if I can

Keep it,
Locked up,
Inside the pocket
maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe I will sleep
I'll be
Right there
Inside the pocket
And you'll be knee deep

so the past few days have been a blur, its really sucked. monday in the meet i had to run a ton of events that i don't usually do, so i was dead tired. upon arriving home i find out my uncle took a turn for the worst and is back in ccu (critical care unit). he's my mom's uncle, my grandfather's only brother and my great uncle, so i've always called him uncle mate, like everyone else. i find out that they took him off life-support and they don't know how much longer he is going to last. so i eat something real quick and drive like a bat out of hell down to bi-county hospital. so i'm scared as hell, i don't want to go into the hospital, i don't want to see uncle mate like that. so i go in, most of my uncle's daughters are there and so is my uncle bobby. they are all crying, so i start crying. i stayed there for about two hours. so my brother and dad leave, so i think i should get going. so i go to say goodbye to my uncle for the last time (he's been unconcious since monday morning) i just start sobbing, i can't stop. so i say goodbye and get out of the hospital fast. i get into my car and try to drive home. so i make it about 10 minutes before i have to pull over. some kids start pointing and laughing because i'm sitting in my car alone crying, so i start driving agian. it was the worst and longest drive home ever, i feel the worst for my grandfather, because he was in florida when he found out and is driving home now. so i come home and try to sleep. on the way to school, i find out my uncle died today at 4:15 a.m. school was a blur, i tried not to think of it at all. not many people really care, just my close friends, like how everything usually is for me.




R.I.P. Clement "Mate" Angelo Michielutti
May 3rd 2005

so i can't find my belt, so i stole one from my brother because i need it for school otherwise i get an effin' detention. track meet in orchard lake today, i don't expect to be home til around 8:30-9 p.m. so that sucks.

so its still snowing. which means that my usual 20-30 minute drive to school will turn into a 40 minute to an hour drive to school. that's not cool. so i'm freezing. i did homework all weekend. i got a 24 on my ACT, i suck. mike is going to teach me math and i'm retaking it. too tired to write more. pray for a snow day.




The window fogs from my breath
My face pressed up close, up close against
Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight
And praying for accumulation all through the night

These confrontations puncture the skin
Reveal evidence that you are easily broken
You're so easily broken
Exposed and relentlessly bleeding from the cracks
At that age when everything is seemingly life or death

Please let the snow swallow the streets whole
Keep the bus from coming
Let us stay at home
So we can avoid the daily drudgery
The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep

Seasons, weakening the hold
The blades dulled from the front that hints the snow
Warming engine slowly turns
Stuttering awoken from the sounds of shovels scraping concrete
At that age when everything is seemingly life or death

Adrenaline fuels my
Fist grinds my teeth through sleep