i wish for a lot of things. i don't really know how much i really mean some of the wishes.

i wish that you knew what my vision looked like, i wish I knew what your vision looked like. that way i could see what i supposedly can't see. it's like i'm missing out on something with this red and green color blindness. what does REAL red look like. i know what i think is red, but what do YOU think is red?

i wish that we would be famous. no, i HOPE that we'll be famous. a wish is something like wanting for a new bass for christmas. a hope is long term. i really don't want to do anything but play music with you two. i know anyone would, but seriously, i have no other real goals but to do just that.

i wish you'd realize how beautiful you are with your hair any way. you're the only person (except for chuck) that can make my love for ponytails dissappear when you let your hair down, just like in that picture in my locker. i smile everytime i open that locker and see you leaning on the barrier between the crowd and the stage. you're probably thinking "wow they're really sucking," while i'm fumbling for my pick or something. you're not looking happy in that picture, but you still look so beautiful.

one more thing i wish for is to forget that show. that was the dumbest i've ever acted ever. my hearing was nearly gone. i NEEDED that pick. i messed it up. those kids probably didn't lend us the guitar because they had their wireless shit set up already. if i'm not making sense i'm really sorry. it's just the humiliation when that stage crew guy walked onstage and handed me a pick made me ashamed. i felt like Kevin was handing me that pick saying, "wow, you suck." i guess it's overanalyzing. was i too hard on us?

i don't know. it's good to be random sometimes.