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1. Houston
2. San Antonio
3. San Marcos
4. Austin
5. Dublin
6. Fort Worth

I wanted to go to Odessa but that’s way too far with nowhere in between.

Storybook Weavers are going on a tour across Texas! Well, we might. And it’s more of a road trip than a tour. My mom wants my dad to come and if he has to then I just flat out won’t go because he will ruin all of our shenanigans. That stop in Dublin will be for the purchasing of Dublin Dr Pepper and the handful of Whataburgers on the map will be our source of food. We will also probably play shows there for the employees in the very early hours of the morning/late hours of the night.

If you’re in a band and you’re from Texas then you’re welcome to tag along!

We will most likely be recording several hours of video footage each day and then turn it into a documentary about a genius small-time band trekking its way across Texas.

But all of our recording and demos and stuff has to be finished by like Spring before any of this becomes posssible.

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This is where I’ve been living my whole life, but I don’t know what this area is called. Some call it the Warehouse District, some call it Midtown, Andrew Sainz says it’s 2nd Ward, and my parents tell me it’s 3rd Ward. Does anyone know for sure?

The Polk Street Warehouse and Warehouse Live are less then 1.5 miles away, as well.

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I want to buy that place and live there. That’d be pretty cool.

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Man that sure was an epic night. It was nice going out and stuff considering I haven’t been to a show since April and I haven’t been to Super Happy Fun Land in over a year. I haven’t seen some people recently, but tonight I got to see them. I saw some of them singing on stage for the first time and the rest of them watched. Some of’em I hadn’t seen in months, some of’em I hadn’t seen in years. Well, one of’em in years, really. People still look the same in some ways, even if you hadn’t seen them in a while. I think it’s the eyes.

Some people didn’t recognize me because of my mullet and trash’stache. A lot of people asked if I was a photographer haha. One person thought I was in my early twenties.

I had to leave before the Low Ends played. What horrible timing.

Houston is ugly

I got mulleted but that picture doesn’t really do it justice. The weather gets strange in Texas, especially when the cold-dry season comes for a few hours every day. I mean, it’s when it’s still fall but close to winter. It gets cold in the mornings and before noon and then hot in the afternoon and then freezing when the moon comes out. I like the mornings and afternoons. It’s nice kite-season but kites are hard to find. I’m listening to this song “Beautiful” by Belle and Sebastian and it reminds me of Marsha. MARSHA WHERE ARE YOU?! I found out that a lot of my friends know each other even though I met them at different times. Sometimes through times as long as 4 years! I also recently heard about this guy who stabbed another guy with a screwdriver and punctured his lung. He sent me a MySpace message a year back that was kinda threatening, before I knew he was a stabber, and I just sent a smartass comment back because I thought it was a joke because I didn’t know the guy at the time. I hope my lungs will survive past this year!

Downtown Houston gets kinda depressing because nobody ever hangs out there except homeless people and business people. It’s too expensive to live down there and nobody ever walks in Houston. I hear the Theatre and Museum Districts are the 2nd most bustling Theatre and Museum Districts in America, right after New York City, but I don’t believe it. There has to be better theatres and museums out there. When you leave downtown you usually have to go through a maze of these highways that are really complex when you look down on them from the very top. It’s like a giant ball of twine! The further out you leave from downtown, though, the uglier it gets when you wanna get to my neighborhood. You’ll pass some parks that surround downtown and then you’ll pass these sad looking factories and workshops and warehouses. There’s a lot of rust and aluminum. My house is in the Warehouse District and it looks really sad. There are tiny housing projects that look exactly the same and they’re painted white and they look kinda nice but then there are boarded up houses on bricks and houses with aluminum sheets nailed over the walls and stuff. A lot of the warehouses and workshops here are old and have rusty aluminum grates over the windows. It all looks abandoned and old, what with the hand painted signs that are peeling off and stuff, but there are people living there and businesses working through there every day. I used to ride my bike past this old rickety house with aluminum sheets covering the windows and fence and stuff, the washboard style kind that are used for roofs, and there would be these old guys sitting out front with the junk in the front yard and they’d wave at me. They’re the only people that reminded me that people live in that area; the trucks going in and out of garages are what remind me that this place isn’t a ghost town. Concrete doesn’t make things sadder, just more boring. Rust and steel and cracked bricks and handpainted signs with worn out paint make things sadder, in my opinion. I’ve been thinking about this part of Houston a lot because I live here and spend most of my time here since there’s not much to do when I just stay home for the lot of time I have out of school. Living here for such a long time makes me sad. Like how my bed is pushed against my bedroom window and when I look out there, I just see these white metal bars that keep intruders out and then the wood falling apart around the window and I have to see that stuff every day all the time and every morning and night and all days on weekends. Seeing this stuff every day of my life makes me sad. I wish I could describe it better but I don’t really know how. It gets more confusing when I really love it. I don’t think I could ever live anywhere else than here, even though the weather gets disgusting and it’s probably one of the ugliest towns ever.