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a boy named What?
2002-09-18 ::: 5:59 p.m.
Honestly, I don't know how much longer Joel is going to be a member of Hung Up On Columbia. This Jeremy kid is really starting to get on my nerves. I don't think I can deal with his incessant bullshit much longer. Not only does my singing suck, and i have no lyrics, i blame it all on HIM. YES! HIM! why you ask? because. he doesn't like any of the stuff i write (musically) and the shit he comes up with is just so damn hard to follow and harmonize with. I'm left improving my way through every practice and sounding like a total ass.and on top of that, i get a message on my aim away bay saying: call me. so i do. and what does he say? "did you not want us to know you were working today?" "WHAT?" i had him repeat it about.. five times, before i realized he was just an ass. I said, well, i just found out at 10 this morning. MY GOD HE'S A LITTLE BITCH. and he and Tim, the drummer, have been talking, and Jeremy practiced singing today. I feel as if I'm being slowly pushed towards the edge of the cliff, being edged out, real quiet like. Apparently the two of them have been talking about my singing... and we're supposed to all talk about it this Sunday. the question i pose (to myself, really) is whether or not to just call it quits on my end at this little meeting on sunday. as much as i don't want to quit, i just don't feel a part of this project. FUCK HIM. too much bullshit. i'm not one to drum up drama, or to want to deal with it, and this motherfucker is the king of drama, as many of my friends who have had to deal with him know. hopefully this post-rock thing won't fall through. Ishouldhaveknownthiswascoming.
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