I am the scenest kid you'll ever meet. This page was created for myspace beta back in 1997 before it had 5 members. I left myspace because it became the wrong scene to be seen in. Why am I back? Because now that being seen being scene is scene, the scene thing to do is to be seen where being seen being scene is clichèd. You're all posers, but I am the scenest kid to ever be seen on the scene. I'm so scene that I've been in over 92 bands. I was so scene that I would only play in bands that have 10 or less people come to each show. As soon as attendence would hit 11, I'd leave the band for something more scene and less seen. Now I'm so scene that I only play in bands that have already broken up. I'm so scene that I don't write poetry; I write children's books about how to cut yourself and hide it from your parents. I'm so scene that instead of hanging out in cemeteries I hang out in haunted Native American burial grounds. I'm so scene that I only go to shows I'm playing in. I'm so scene that I only sleep with confused young boys who wear mascara and cry during our awkward sex in the bathroom of the modern art museum. (Sorry Luis.) I'm so scene that I buy all of my clothes from homeless people instead of the *yawns* trendy ass thrift store. I'm so scene that I have a blog in the middle of this description.
Blog: Today I woke up at 4am and could not get back to sleep. I just haven't been able to sleep well ever since Friends went off the air. It's like, Ross and Rachel got back together and now what? Is everything supposed to just be all cool between them after all the shit they put each other through? I am sorry, but I just don't see this lasting. They have way too many issues for this to work. I wrote a complaint letter to NBC to let them know how much anxiety this is causing me. Then I grabbed my acoustic guitar and wrote a song about it. Then I made myself a mustard and soy bologna sandwich, turned on Home Alone, and jerked off to Macaulay Culkin for the 12th time this week. I know society says it's wrong to lust for the flesh of children, but who is society to tell ME what to do?! Was society there for me when Creed broke up?! Will I ever be set free from my mental prison? Fuck it; who cares... I'm going to go listen to my Dashboard Confessional CD and cut myself on my forearms so everybody can see that I'm in pain and know just how scene I am. Oh, and I almost forgot - my mom died. That is so like her to try and hog all of the attention on the night of my 5th band's 28th show. I hate her.
I'm so scene that even though I wear contacts I wear hip buddy Holly looking non-corrective lenses over them as an expression of my personal and completely original style. I'm so scene that my therapist told me I have a lot of mental angst carried over from my torturous childhood. He had me draw a picture to express my inner hell. I drew a giraffe. He gave me a hug. I'm so scene I won't drink beer that wasn't imported from at least 8,000 miles away. I'm so scene that the only parties I go to are record release parties thrown by indie labels who move less than 500 units a year. Actually, I wouldn't call them "parties" per se. It's really just me and my brother in our garage listening to Sum 41 and drinking Sierra Mist. It can get pretty hype though. You'd be surprised. It's true. I am scene as fuck.
This is my band. We're called "Scene, But Not Heard". Drop me a message if you like it! Not that we need your approval or anything. =/
