Dais Diary 1

The ceiling has always been bare compared to the walls littered with band posters and photos. I thought about putting posters up there, or even some vines, or lights, or something different to spice up my room. Just anything. I don’t like seeing parts of my room uncovered and bare, it just feels soulless and groggy to look at. But at the same time, I think I would be creeped out if I had band posters up there. I don’t know how I feel about having all of Korn and Limp Bizkit staring at me while I’m sleeping. If I had it my way, I’d probably plaster a huge photo of Odette on my ceiling. Instead, I have a small photo of her by my bed at all times, along with the other photo of us hugging. I miss her so much. Life has been a little rough recently for her and she hasn’t really been at her greatest. Either way, I’m here for her and I’ll do whatever to keep her happy. 

The winter has been particularly harsh this year. I've never had to be so careful whenever I walk before, it’s either salt in your shoes, wet feet, slippery ice, slushy, dirty snow, or a combination of everything all at once. I’d ask Jace for his boots, but I’m certain he needs them more than me at this time. Earlier this year I refused to let my parents get me new boots for the winter and now I’m heavily regretting not getting at least something. I just wish there were cooler looking winter boots in town or online. Besides, I’m pretty sure Jace’s feet are absolutely massive compared to mine and I would just slip even more. He’s kind of like a dog in that way, big feet almost always equal big dogs. I’m just surprised that Jace is only 5’9 right now, especially with all of that Greek blood he’s got in him, and how tall his dad used to be. Lord, that man looked like a skyscraper when I was a kid. Honestly, it’s really strange seeing how tall everyone has been getting recently, I feel like I’m being left behind considering how short I am compared to every other guy at school. Hell, there’s even girls taller than me. 

You know, I actually hate lugging my shit to Clara’s house every single time the band meets up for anything. Sometimes I’ll have my parents drive me over, but they’re out of the house right now. Actually, I’m pretty sure my dad’s getting ready for his own performance (would I qualify it as one? He’s doing a demonstration type thing at a university today to teach music majors about some of the things he does) today. Usually though, I’ll have to end up dragging my guitar, cords, amps, toolboxes, and literally anything ever needed for instruments. It would be nice if I wasn’t the only person supplying these things, especially because the majority of it is my parents' expensive equipment. Of course my parents are more than happy to supply these things, but it would be really nice if Noel’s silver spoon ass could pitch in every so often. Speaking of Noel, it’s really weird to me that he dresses like a total bum and acts like he’s got shit for brains, he’s truly one of the smartest people I know! I mean, he got a 34 on the ACT and a near perfect score on the SAT! POHS doesn’t even require us to take the SAT! He literally just fucking took that shit just to brag about it istg bro!!!! And don’t even get me started on his clothes bro he literally only shops at Salvation Army