Ah, hello there! My name is...hmmm...well, I don't want to give my full name. But my buddies call me Crash. I am 16. Well, basically 16. I'm not one of those people who can sit here and type really deep about emotion...at least I don't think I am. I think it's because I haven't really experienced heartbreak, I've never even contemplated cutting myself, I don't think the world is an evil place, I never thought about suicide...I read other journals and it's like...DAMN. I have it pretty damn easy. And I do. And I take it for granted. I gotta stop that. A lot of teenagers hate their parents. Not me. Sure, they piss me off quite often, but they're the coolest parents ever. Random thing: You want to know how my parents met? A fucking Guns N'Roses concert. My mom was (trying) to be a groupie, and my dad was a security guard. I do not know what exactly happened that night. I do not wish to know. But I was born out of rock 'n' roll. Rock. It's everything to me. I just love that word. Rock music is better than sex. I mean, not so much the cheesy '80s hair band music, although I like some of that stuff, but the REAL rockers, like Zeppelin, AC/DC, Jimi Hendrix, The Who. I love to death each of those bands. If someone told me to give up Led Zeppelin music or die, then I'll take the bullet. But I'm not just a rocker. By God, I love really anything. Musical turnoffs for me are if it is too cheesy, or if it is too violent without purpose (much of modern gangster rap). Newer bands that I love are Pearl Jam, Mastodon, Oasis, Radiohead...fuck it. It'll take too long to list!! I am a sophomore in high school. I'm good with my grades. I managed to pull off a scholarship based on my entrance exam grade, which my parents were ecstatic about (God forbid they have to pay full price). I just suck at math. I just can't do well in it. Check this. Two tutors. I have TWO tutors. And I'm still just skimming by the surface. I'm good in everything else, I like English and History. Only problem is, my English teacher is too far up her own ass with the Shakespeare and poetry...I'd much rather read modern books, in the modern style of language, so I can relate to them more. But I am great at writing. I'm joining an internship for Rolling Stone magazine based on an essay I sent in about Pearl Jam's Vitalogy record. Getting into that magazine, writing reviews about all of the best music, reporting on all of the major concerts...it...it would mean the life to me. I don't play an instrument, but I need music in whatever I do. It's like an addiction. A "good" addiction. I didn't go to school today. I'm sick. Headaches, runny nose, the works. I probably could have went, but I milked it for all it was worth in front of my parents. I know. I am so ashamed of myself, lol. Only thing that sucks is that I don't have my books for my homework for tomorrow...but I'm good at handing things in at the last minute. Mr. Procrastinator, they call me. I could just not hand something in. It really won't affect my grade. You see, I have it all thought out. A homework grade is less than a quiz or a test grade. If I don't do a homework, but do good on a quiz (which I always do) then it's like there was no homework. Ah, what else to talk about. This is probably my favorite site. It's just that I hate how it stalls or crashes every other damn week. But what's in it is really cool. I don't have a MySpace, because it seems like too much work for me. I do have a TeenSpot account, though. It's a really cool chatting site. If anybody has an account there, add me as a friend. I use the same name I use here. Let's see...love. I kind of think I'm falling for a girl named Nicole, but I don't know if I really love the person or if it's just physical attraction. I don't think I've experienced falling in love yet. Hobbies. Apart from music, I love baseball. I'm not that great at playing it, but I love to do it just the same. Everything about it is great. I am a huge New York Yankee fan. Everybody thinks that I just jumped the huge Yankee bandwagon, but my family, all the way back to the early 1900s, were Yankee fans. I am in a very cool tight-knit Italian family. We all look out for each other. Well, my mom's side of the family is the definition of dysfunction, but she all but disowned everybody in that side of the family. One of my mom's brothers, though, is like my idol. He's my Uncle Joe. He lives out in Hollywood, on the other side of the country. He plays in numerous rock bands (bass) and gets to jam with everyone from Slash to Iommi, from Black Sabbath. He's in a rock band called Heaven and Earth right now. Check 'em out. They're really cool. On top of that, he paints statues and things like that for the legendary PLAYBOY MANSION. And, ON TOP OF THAT, he is dating Jimmy Page's ex girlfriend. When Zeppelin was at the height of their fame, Page began dating a really young, about 17-year old girl. Now, she's dating my uncle. He has the life. I really want to go to Hollywood one day, to take it all in. I'm an avid bowler. I'm really good. I'm the captain of my school team (quite an accomplishment, being only a sophomore) and I have a 225 average. It could get higher, I've bowled 260 before. But it's really just a hobby for me. Not, like, something I would want to have a profession in. I wonder what bowlers make anyways? I'll leave with a joke that has been told to my family since about 1960. A foreign man walks into a tiny sandwich shop/restaurant. He's doesn't know English. He steps outside and sees a man of his nationality. He asks the man to teach him something to say to the employee. The man says (in his native tongue), "Okay, just go up to the guy and say, "Apple pie and coffee". Foreign man- "Apple pie...and coffee?" "You got it!" "Okay. I'll try it". The foreign man walks in, and says "Apple pie and coffee". The employee gets him the apple pie and coffee, no harm done. So, the foreign man went every morning and got the same thing. But we was getting tired of just apple pie and coffee. So, he went up to the other guy and says: "You know, I'm gettin' tired of this apple pie". "Okay. Now, this time, say "Ham sandwich". "Ham sandwich?" "You got it!" So, the foreign man goes up to the employee and says: "Ham sandwich." Now, the worker, who I might add is rather big and strong, replies, "White...or rye?" "Uhhh...ham sandwich?" "I SAID, white...or rye?" "H-h-ham...sandwich!!" "YOU HEARD ME, I SAID WHITE...OR RYE????" "Uhh....a-apple pie and coffee?" Ah, that was classic. It's more funny when said out loud, trust me. "Cash in now, honey!"