About Me
my name is kevin, im 16, i go to newtown high school, my life has its ups and downs, like its sweet but then i fuck something up and i hate myself for like a week or so, but for the most part its sweet. i need to stop lying to my parents, it sucks really bad, and makes me feel like an asshole. i play guitar in a band called home movies, yea its sweet, and i have a solo project that i put every ounce of emotion i have in me into, www.myspace.com/kevinkingfolk, its sweet. i play a lot of other instruments too, its fun, music is "bitchin'". i hate those faggots that say they dont love because that means they have no soul at all, and i pity them a lot for trying to sound cool. i dont really love. just kidding, i love a lot of shit. i love music, i love my family, i love my friends, i love dogs, i hate cats, i love most people in general unless if you are an asshole or i jsut dont like you or your personality, i dont really hold grudges, i dont really care to be honest, if i did id have a lot of grudges against people right now. i remember shit from when i was like, 2 years old its weird as fuck, just weird little things too. like this one time i got in trouble for something so i ripped down this boston celtics poster on my wall and then i got in huge shit because i was my dads and being like, 3 years old i didnt think it through before i did it. also i remember picking mushrooms and putting them in a plastic firehat and trying to convince one of my cousins it was popcorn, im not sure how that worked out either. despite the fact that i have an amazing memory of shit a long time ago i will forget the simplest directions, for instance, "kevin can you turn off your bedroom light when you come upstairs" and thirty seconds later i go upstairs and my light is still on. i am agnostic, i guess, but i dont care that much at the moment, i see myself as being that guy that has that stunning relization that he needs a god in his life when im like, 45 and then i will be good with whichever god i choose to follow. i hope to live in boston in about a year and a half. i love boston, and frankly i dont give a fuck if you are from new york and think boston sucks, because i like new york too, i just like boston better, asshole. im a red sox fan, kill me for it. i used to play hockey but i gave that up this year, it just got old for me. if you are still reading this at this point thats awesome leave a comment letting me know. my favorite band is saves the day, you can make funof me and call me a fag but ive been listening to them since 6th grade so go eat shit. i hate the movie donnie darko, sorry ladies. i quit smoking. uhh i dont really hate any of my ex's, but people think i do because i say some shit in my songs that im feeling at the time but that doesnt mean thats what i truly feel. i write songs about almost everything not just girls, so fuck off. um, i recently got a ticket for littering, bull shit right, that cop was a puss bag. i hate listening to people talk about politics because i dont care at all. i hate when kids call themselves punk because they wear their moms jeans from '85 and put patches on their jackets(no offense b-203 not directed toward you). dont tell me you are voting for joe lieberman if, a) you are under 18, b) you dont understand that he is a republican and is only running as an independent because his party didnt elect him. stop trying to sound smart. i have 2 dogs, ellie, and lissa, i had 3 but sadie died. it sucked. i ahve 2 cats but im not going to bother talking about them because i fucking hate them. i feel so bad when people get made fun of, it really makes me want to cry, no joke, i feel so bad for people sometimes. i get really emotional really easy, but im always in a good mood, unless i get really upset or pissed. my life sucked pretty bad for like, 4 years, but i really didnt realize it. i have this issue with laziness, its the best thing ever. the only thing im not lazy with is music. when i moved to connecticut it was sweet, i really didnt mind THAT much, but it still sucked. i moved here 3 years ago by the way,in 8th grade. i dont really remember where i was on 9/11, all i know is i almost didnt get to go on a field trip because of it. just because i dont remember where i was doesnt mean i dont care that it happened so dont go giving me shit about that i really dont want to get into it. matt samuelson is a d-bag. umm there are a lot of kids that i think are d-bags but i dont necesarrily hate. i need a job. i need money. i need to be famous, thatd be awesome. i have a really bad temper, it sucks, but only with my mom. i always end up saying shit that people mix up and think im saying something completely different that makes me come off as an asshole but its really an innocent remark. whenever i defend myself i sound like a fag and weak pussy cunt. my cell phone works everywhere, except my basement. i use my cell too much. if i had a choice i would never go to school again, well actually i would, i just wouldnt try as hard as i do so i could focus on what i want to do and not what i ahve to do. my favorite movie is dawn of the dead, the original one. the song saturday as usual by bright eyes changed my life the first time i heard it, not really its just a really good song, lyrically, not musically. i started writing good music and people stopped listening. when i wrote simple shitty songs with the chords, c, Am, F,G... people loved it, but now i take time to try and write good music, and no one likes it. people get pissed because i hate covering bright eyes because i have to do it every show or people will give me madd shit about it. id love to cover elliott smith but thats impossible unless you are him, or arms and legs i guess, because i cant sing that well, or high. id love to be someone people remember when i die, but i have a feeling that wont happen, i will just be like every other person, well maybe not, hopefully not. the song three miles down by saves the day is amazing, but an even better song is... Jodie by saves the day, that song changed my life literally, in 6th grade when i first heard it. i miss the days when you could make mix cd's with good charlotte and fat joe on the same cd. those were the good ole' days. i thought i was black in 6th grade, like i really did, im not even kidding. i got into a lot of shit in 6th grade too. i cant do anything without feeling like a dick afterwards, trust me if you know me you know how i am. the song poison oak by bright eyes depresses the shit out of me, and so does the movie wicker park.
