i was watching a rerun of the first episode of everwood, and i nearly cried. it's truly one of my favorite shows, and i just wish i could watch it on a more regular basis. that show delivers, for sure.

i'm digging this whole artsy-isolated thing i'm doing..... i just spend a lot of time locked up in my room playing inaudible noises on an ampless electrical guitar, and reading old issues of guitar player. precious minutes spent admiring the likes of jimmy paige and eddie van halen, and wishing i could buy that new flaming lips album right about now.

and right now, i'm watching the tonight show with jay leno, and i don't even like that titanic-chinned faggot anymore. he's not very funny to me..... but salma hayek is this episode's guest, and i like her - at least, i like that spicy, passionate, latina flavor she has in her movies. i still need to see frida, even though she has a unibrow in that movie. it's cool that edward norton is her boyfriend in real life, 'cuz he's one of the coolest goddamn actors out there. i'm definitely going to see 25th hour, 'cuz he's in it, and it's a SPIKE LEE JOINT.

for some reason, my mom got subscribed to ym magazine, and of course no one in the house reads it except for me. it's sort of interesting..... once you get past the gayness part of reading profiles on 'hot teenage guys.'

okay, there's no getting past the gayness factor, but who's counting.....

i really want to take more pictures of my female peers. aesthetically, they're beautiful people, and they make for great camera subjects. you're all probably thinking i want more pictures of girls because i need some material to jerk off to, but that couldn't be farther away from the truth. in fact, at this very moment, i am very content with not touching myself, and in all honesty, i truly want to distinguish an art for myself, by capturing the spirit of the female soul in my photographs.

and if that sounds art-faggy to you, fuck you. this time, i'm not fronting.

the truth as we know it, for sure.