Hey Diary.
My name is Serj Tankian. I'm 23 years old. I'm a guy. Serj is a male name. I like writing a lot of poetry, so I guess I'll use you as a poetry book. Hm.
And, you know what? I'll use you to talk about my feelings and s**t. You're like a friend everyone takes advantage of just so they can feel better. Sigh, "use" sounds negative. Using someone. I just personified a book. It's a blank book, though.
Questioning the questionnaire that questions you!
Do you give answers they want or answers you want?
Where do we go when we fly? When we die?
How exactly can we give answers when all we do is ask?
We all have the answers, so why don't we know everything?
I'm in the process of starting a band. I'm thinking of calling it Soil based off a poem I made a year ago. It's a crazy ******** poem! I thought it made sense while I was smoking weed...
I'm not exactly sure on how I'm going to fit this band into my computer company life.
I want to smoke more Mary Jew, wanna?
Mary was a Jew.
Did Mary ever have more kids than just Jesus?
Did she stay a virgin?
How can a couple go that long without sex?
Did you know that Mary was, like, 13 when she had kids? She wasn't much older than her son. Why the ******** do Christians make a big ******** deal about kids having kids when their favorite Virgin had a child at 13? Now, what if an Atheist's 13-year-old girl had a baby and didn't know where or when she got pregnant? Maybe the reason why she got pregnant wasn't daterape or she was lying to save her a**? What if she was impregnated by a divine deity? Her parents wouldn't believe her. They'd force her to get an abortion so fast as soon as they found out. The fetus, possibly the Messiah, would have been aborted.
Though, if God were smart, which I'm hoping that if He is real that He is, he wouldn't have put His Son (Sin?) in a girl who has such strict parents.
Hm.
Nirvana is playing on the radio.
They're a band a bunch of kids will make tribute bands to.
As much as I like Nirvana, I'm not going to sound like them. I will sound like me. If it happens to sound like them, then we must have much in common. Don't we all sound like each other in the end, though?
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January 24, 1991
Yesterday was sort of a crappy day, but today was a little better.
My girlfriend from high school that we weren't allowed to have because I was in a private school that was heavily Armenian Christian... Well, you get the idea, Diary, but you know, her. Anyways, she and I saw each other for the first time in awhile, and she's engaged, pregnant, and wants me.
I don't know how it came to this, but ********. This girl is a whore.
So, I today, I have recording studio, but we have to share it a bunch of other bands. I did talk to this kid, though. His name was... Terrance? Darren? Dorian? Eh. He dropped out of highschool, I think. He's 16 years old. He's a really good guitarist and he's the singer of his own band. I asked him for some tips about starting a band. He was very shy. He hardly spoke. I asked again, and he said, "One sec..."
The weirdest thing happened...
He took out a little baggy of weed (Something I had lacked then. Note to self: Grow own weed.), rolled a joint, took a hit, and he was like a normal human being!
"My dad said he had the same problem," he said before he took another hit, coughing after the second. "Oh yeah, dude... The key to starting your own band is being in the right place in the right time. I met this guy named Shavo the other day. He's another guitarist, and he's got a good musical mind... like, he loves all kinds of music. I think he'd be a good producer."
Wow, when that kid is high, he loves to talk.
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January 25, 2007
So, I caught up with that kid. His name is... Darren, I think. I'm not sure on the spelling. Anyway, I asked if I could watch his band practice, you know, just for tips on how a band works. I've made plenty of music on my own, just me and my keyboard, but, working with people... Collaborative effort!
We ended up smoking after that. I was a little scared that I was with some kids, but I guess his parents don't give too much s**t where he goes or what he does. I guess it's normal for some circles to smoke with minors. They're a little naive, but it reminds me of when I was young. I'm starting to sound like a *****. I think Darren gets all the girls... I have to admit, he's one of those bad boy types that a lot of girls go for, and he's actually pretty attractive for a boy his age. No, my diary, I am not one for young boys, but I am honest. I do not love him.
Hm, so, one night, I was suffering from diarrhea until I had nothing to excrete anymore.
Every time I fart of late,
I feel the excretory juices of my
feces,
Squishing and squashing between my
butt cheeks
However I have no desire to wipe
my a** anymore.
A metaphor?
I feel the excretory juices of my
feces,
Squishing and squashing between my
butt cheeks
However I have no desire to wipe
my a** anymore.
A metaphor?
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January 25, 1991
I have a blue pen today! My black pen is MIA. It just went FLING! as I was scribbling madman poetry.
Today, I met a woman I'd like to spend the rest of my life with. I don't remember her name, though. I was high when I met her... She was an epitome of the Nazi ideal of the Aryan race, but she was so kind, so unlike a Nazi. Besides, I think she's Jewish. Hah. Maybe it was the World Wars that brought us together. She was talking about her mermaids crying. How do you have sex with mermaids..? Is that why mermaids cry? Or is it that they deserve to die? (Oh, Father, it was not the end of our people. I am still alive! My grandfather survived!)
Note to self: Taco Bell = BAD.
Darren and Shavo hung out with me after practice. We have very similar tastes in music. I played some keyboard stuff, and they liked it a lot. It reminded them of their family life, they said.
