Well I'm annoyed. My ipod won't turn on. It's been in the car for the past couple weeks because my mom likes listening to the AC/DC that I have on it. And I decided a little bit ago to go and get it so I could sync some more song and scrobble some plays onto last.fm. But it won't turn on, my computer won't even acknowledge the damn thing.
I called my mom to see what might have happened but she didn't answer. No surprise there. She scolds me all the time because I might not answer the phone right away (I call straight back though!) and that she's so close to taking it away, but...oh, it's okay, she missed my call because she's out doing whatever instead and totally blowing off our plans. Because we had plans today. No, I'm stuck in the house with my crazy sister ALL DAY today. Thanks, mom. Thanks a lot. You're taking away the rest of my summer. Unground me already, damnit, ground me during school or something!!! UGH.
I don't care what they say about adult life getting harder -  I sure as hell am going to take advantage of the freedom, but I'm not going to be stupid, I'm not going to go out every night and party it up just because I can. :)
I don't like today.

EI: 10 out of 17
Extrovert |----------------------------58%---------------------| Introvert

SN: 12 out of 17
Sensation |-------------------------------------70%------------| iNtuition

TF: 11 out of 17
Thinking |-----------------------------------64%--------------| Feeling

JP: 12 out of 17
Judging |-------------------------------------70%------------| Perceiving

Your Personality type is INFP

"Their natural tendency to identify with others, compounded with their self-sacrificial dispositions, tends to leave them confused as to who they really are. [...] They will lose sight of who they are in relation to time and place. [...] This can sometimes baffle those who expect more direct communication and a fairly concrete relationship."
Whoops. That's me.

From the insightful mind of Martin Johnson;
"life moves faster than a speeding bullet. i find myself trapped, stuck in a hazy purgatory, not being able to appreciate my surroundings and the blessings that have struck me like lightning because i am so focused on mastering the next move. it’s all about the next move. making it perfect. micromanaging every step, sound, picture, word, note…from the belt i’m wearing, to the guitar i’m playing, to the way i looked at the person at starbucks as i ordered my coffee, and while ordering my coffee, calculating how it will effect my acid reflux and how that will effect my voice for the next 8 hours, to the way i shake the hand of an older man with rough calloused hands, to the way i grab the hands of people in the crowd, to every single lyric i have ever written and sang and how they effect me and how they will affect every listener, to figuring out who i really am other than a guy in a band…micromanaging discovering my own personality and who i’m becoming while growing older in this whirlwind of a traveling circus. constant questions. mostly questions i can’t answer. is this song perfect? am i a good role model? was that show perfect? how can it be better? is the third pick that i throw out tonight going to pass the barricade and leave me enough time to grab another one and make it to the next chord? is this entry too wordy? am i putting myself out there too much? do these sunglasses make me look cocky? every emotion has stacked up from sitting at my desk in high school staring at a sea of numbers and symbols strewn across a chalkboard all the way to staring out into a sea of blurry faces…and here i am, still equally confused. finishing this record and starting this tour has taught me a lot and humbled every bone in my body. who cares if there aren’t sugarfree redbulls in the dressing room? drink a sugared one and get another root canal or chug a water bang my head three times and maybe it’ll wake me up just as good. who cares if we didn’t get a soundcheck? don’t complain. just hit it as hard as you can. every time. who cares if i get a middle seat on a plane, stuck between an overweight man who can’t stop coughing and a older woman who can’t speak english? patience. breathe. this year i want to remove the glue from my shoes and bust out of this dazed mental middle ground. i was numb. now i’m really starting to feel something. i don’t know what it is but it feels good. i’m on my way. meet you there?"

I could use some slowing down, too, Martin.