i think my priorities are misplaced. i think i have a thousand things to worry about but all im doing is hoping that avenged sevenfold play warmness on the soul. but how. are they going to carry a piano on stage. that seems a little difficult. still i hope.
yesterday i got a feeling. a feeling which kind of took me by shock. maybe because it just hit me suddenly. it was the feeling i got when i thought of an elephant jumping on me. the same feeling i felt last week when i dreamt that someone killed ben gibbard and put him in the box. the same feeling i get whenever i step on an aeroplane and i imagine the whole plane crash, from the oxygen masks falling from the ceiling to the angry sharks devouring my body when the plane crashes into the ocean. the passengers start screaming frantically eventhough they know theyre a millions miles out, theyre in the middle of no where, a place where not a soul would hear them. but still these people scream because they feel a false sense of hope that someone somewhere might hear them. they turn to their children and in their last moments they lie. they tell them that everything is going to be okay. they lie. but why. why cant they say that you will not be okay. you will die. and in a few moments you will be dinner to large monsterous sea creatures but dont you cry now because it will be over soon and when it is we will meet again but i cannot promise that we will walk through white pearly gates and live in eternal bliss where we will be dressed like ancient greek gods but i know we will meet. and when we do we will laugh and share stories and memories about the times we when we used to be happy and that will most definitely provide some kind of comfort. or you could just say close your eyes and count to a million. it should be over by then.
in other words, what im trying to say is that i was scared because i had a nightmare. but of course i tend to get carried away.
