Carter Schmidt

I'll leave you guys with this today...

"Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would I'd never leave." Winnie the Pooh quote.

and

"No explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant."- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Daaaaaaamn this sucks. I'm soooo bored, but I'm staying in tonight, kiddos. Home alone for now. Yeah, you all probably know this because gossip spreads through this town like wildfire, but yes I did get in a car accident. Yes, I was in the hospital for some time. It's no biggie. All good. I have someone taking good care of me. I miss my car.

Man, I want a cigarette. It sucks not smoking. So I apologize ahead of time if I bite your head off. Any tips to ease the pain of temporarily quitting? I haven't really been working on much music lately. The one I was working on is finished, but the more I hear it the more I question how much I like it. Damn perfectionism. The music is done. The lyrics aren't. Makes me sad.

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I'm getting drunk and it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Bitches!

Since I last updated this thing...
-Daisy Impel is awesome. You all should come out and see us the next time we play. Be prepared to fall in love.
-Eleora and I went to Louisville. Met my dad. Talked to some tombstones. Let's just say I'm glad I left.
-So I finally got a haircut. I give it three weeks and it'll be long again. It's crazy.
-And shit happens... I think of Forrest Gump every time.

( Private [Warning: bad language] )

So I'm out in the old practicing barn at 3 in the morning. I wish we had enough room in the apartment and neighbors who liked to hear me play "When the Levee Breaks" over and over and over again on the drums...because that's what I've been doing for the past few hours. I figured since I can't really talk that much with the tongue piercing, I'd go ahead and make as much noise possible. Yes, I got my tongue pierced. It looks so cool. It's still sore, but no biggie. Suprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as I expected it to at all, but my pain tolerance is pretty high. But now I really want another tattoo.

( Private )

I found out what I'm going to be for Halloween this year.


Another one bites the dust...

I am sooooooooo drnk. Sooooooo bvery drunk. Just thought i woud let every one kno!

I've been trying to write some. This damn keyboard and me aren't getting along. I grounded it and took a long ride in the 'Stang. I rolled the windows down, and instead of cruising with the music blaring, I just listened to the sound of the engine and the wind through the windows. It was really calming. The past few days have been really good. The band has been playing better than ever. The weather has been decent. I'm just really content with life at the moment, and that's unusual. I'm usually the emo-smartass. But for the moment I'm content and VERY hyper.

Enough of that deep bullshit. I'm still fucking mad that I have writer's block. Maybe I'll go beat on the drums a little. That always makes me feel better. A drive out to the old barn late at night...sounds like an adventure. Or maybe I'll just drink. You can never go wrong with that, right?

I don't know why I write this shit random down. Anyone who finds this interesting raise your hand. *Crickets chirp...* Ofcourse crickets chirp...I didn't say speak. Unless someone was wearing a bubble wrap dress. Then that would make lots of noise when they raised their hand. A bubble wrap dress would be very interesting...I'll have to remember that for the next AnythingButClothes party. Okay maybe I don't need to drink. I get loopy when I'm tired. If you add up the three Red Bulls I've had in the past hour...yeah that might be a contributing factor. There's no way I can sleep without writing something worth being played. Some lyrics. Some notes. Anything.

Dear People of Charlotte,
I sincerely apologize for my current stupidity.

Carter

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