Oh SHIIIIIIIT, DAWG!!!!!  IT'S UPDATIN' TIME!!!!

Well, I realize that last entry was pretty depressed and maybe a little bit EMO, but I think you'll all be glad to hear that I'm a lot happier than I have been for a long time. And the reason for that is . . .

 I asked out the smartest, most beautiful, funniest, most amazing girl any guy could ever hope to meet. 

and she said yes

Her name is Kayleen, she is almost as tall as me (go ahead, laugh at my shortness), and has absolutely stunning eyes.  Wow, that sounds like a singles ad. But it's true. And she's not single.

If you want to see pictures, et cetera, et cetera, go to her MySpace: www.myspace.com/kayratekay. Sorry, Kayleen, you're gonna get a lot of people you don't know hittin up the MySpace, but it's cool they're with me. Besides, they're all West Virginia people. Have you ever met someone from WV that you haven't liked . . . a lot?

So, that is really freaking cool. And pretty much all I have been thinking about for the last two weeks. 

What else do you want to hear about . . . Oh, band news.  Going pretty good, nothing new really. One of my friend's bands played at this charity concert for a teacher at my school who son has leukemia and they started playing Freak on a Leash. Me and a couple other guys freakin lost it and started moshing. It was pretty cool.  My friend's band, Network Lethal, is planning on recording an album in April, so hit me up if you want a copy. We're trying to figure out how many people in P-burg are gonna want one. They're like emo/punk/rock with a little screamo mixed in. If you like Story of the Year, or The Staring Line, or Motion City Sountrack, or Hawthorne Heights, or Korn, or Killswitch Engage, or Relient K, you'll like 'em. If you don't, you're probably a loser who listens to polka.  But that's okay. Whatever floats your boat polka boy.

Oh yeah, I got this science test I took last week back today.  I didn't study for it, so I had to completely B.S. all the answers.  Well I said something wrong on it, and my science teacher wrote "NOT TRUE, WEST VIRGINIA BOY" on my paper.  It was freakin sweet. I figured you guys would that is pretty cool.

Hmmm . . . Oh yeah.  There's this record store near where I take Drivers Ed (I got my permit, in case you didn't know) and we go over there every day after class lets out.  Well, me and my friend Sam from Network Lethal were looking through all this cheap CDs that cost like 50 cents apiece so I decided I was gonna 'buy one with a cool name.  So I pull out this CD by some no-name band called "Mind Driver" and it turns out they freakin rock.  It says MindDriver.org on the CD, so I assume they have a site. I haven't been there my self, but check it out and tell me what you think.

Soooo, we had this day during spirit week at school where we're supposed to dress up like a musical genre right, so me and Kayleen, and this kid named Adam, and Kayleen's friend Maria, decided to dress emo. So me and Adam went to the Goodwill and bought some REALLY tight girls pants to wear for emo day. I'll let the picture speak for itself.

Mine are womens size 1 and Adams are size 0.  And yeah, we straightened our hair. Don't worry though, I haven't coverted to emo, it was just for the day.

As good as everything sounds, I just want you all to know that there is an enormous hole inside me and it has taken a lot for me to finally fill enough of it to at least dull the pain enough to start looking forward, instead of backwards. ANd I doubt, I'll ever be completely filled up, but I do know that I still miss you guys as much as I ever have, and I miss hearing from you.

--Luke

Okay, so I finally decided to update again, and believe it or not I actually think I am going to update on a regular basis (but don't hold your breath).

I think it's funny how I was talking about how I bombed my Algebra II final the last time I posted and it just so happened that I bombed my Spanish III final this morning. Apparently I update whenever I fail tests that are worth 20% of my semester grade. Whatever.

I also said I was in a band called touching trevor. Well, I quit that band 'cause it was gay and started one of my own.  Zealous Indifference. I'm pretty psyched about it. We have a lot of potential (hopefully). I'm still singing 'cause I'm too much of a loser to play an instrument - except for the kazoo, I freaking rock on a kazoo.

How's it goin' with the ladies you ask? Still single, and pretty bored of it considering it's been over a year now. But it's cool. Bros before Hos.

I still miss WV like WOAH and I'm still sick of Indiana, especially cause there is NO SKIING and I'M GONNA GO CRAZY. AND THERE IS NO WAY I'M EVER GONNA BE ABLE TO GO HOME!!!!! But it's cool. I don't care. I actually enjoy being a loser and an outsider, it's really swell.

My dog has gotten really old and lazy . . . Just thought I'd tell you.

Oh yeah, if anybody wants to write me some lyrics that I can use, I'd love for you to send them to me. I hate writing lyrics.

Okay, I have to pee so I'm out.

Luke's Zen of the Day:

There are few things pure in this world anymore, and home is one of the few 
We'd have a drink outside maybe run and hide, if we saw a couple men in blue 
But to me it's so damn easy to see that your people are the people at home 
Well I been away but now I'm back today and there ain't a place I'd rather go 

I feel home when I see the faces that remember my own 
I feel home when I'm chillin outside with the people I know 
I feel home, and that's just what I feel 
Home, to me, is reality and all I need is something real 

We're feeling alright headin out tonight maybe off to a dark driveway 
I say now, some feel bored, and some are looking for more, but we all just decide to stay 
We got nothing to do, but when I look at you I see someone that I know and love 
And with the crack of a smile we all stay awhile, we know from home their ain't nothin above 

Well in the end, we can all call a friend, well that's something that I know as true 
In a thousand years, and a thousand tears, I come finding my original crew 
Cause to me, throughout eternity, there's somewhere we are welcome to go
I said it something free, that means a lot to me, when I'm with my friends
I feel home 

I feel home when I see the faces that remember my own 
I feel home when I'm chillin outside with the people I know 
I feel home, and that's just what I feel 
Home, to me, is reality and all I need is something real 
Home to me is reality and all I need is something real, I feel home

God, I wish I felt at home again.

				-Luke

Well, here we are. A new entry suprise suprise. If I am gonna get so many comments all the time, i will write like every day. Or maybe twice a month. Thanks for al the love guys. You all rock. Here's an update on whats goin on in my life

1. Lead singing in a band that is most likely going to be called Touching Trevor and we already have one song finished. It is called Ode to Cindy. It is all about my friends mom and the love we have for her because she is freaking bangin. (not really, but still)

2. I got an F on my Algebra II exam. Oh yeah. and I still got a B+

3. Got a cell phone and that is pretty cool.

Oh and by the way . . .

I AM IN PARKERSBURG RIGHT NOW!!!!

(well, technically I'm not because I am laying on my sister's futon in Belpre at 1:15 AM, but Belpre is a helluva lot closer to P-burg than Evanshell is.)

And instead of me writing all that is going on this week, I'll let you experience the magic for yourself once I finish the video documentary I'm making.

Peace out kids

And bythe way I turn 15 on July 7th.

send money

or some sweet pokemon cards

Luke's VIDEO DOCUMENTARY PREVEIW zen of the day:

Nyapple pie . . . Nyap-nyapple pie.
Nyapple pie . . . Nyap-nyapple pie.
Nyapple pie . . . Nyap-nyapple pie.

     Wow, I guess that it isn't the ol' Xanga's time to pass on to the Xanga afterlife, as I thought was. I mean, if I'm gonna get that many comments every time I copy and paste a couple of snippets of conversations, I would have . . . I dunno. I would have done something remarkably funny. And cool. And studly, definitely studly.

     I am sure everyone is dying to know about life down here. (The reason I know so is because I have had the same conversation with about a million people) So here we go, I'm gonna make a FAQ. To those of you out there who are not a big enough nerd to be familiar with the acronym FAQ I say, “You’re a big ol’ FAQ with a capital G!” Man, I feel like celebrity or something, come on how many people are asked the same questions about their lives so many times that they need a FAQ. Celebrities. And Presidents. And goofy kids that move.

Luke Costlow’s Very Own, FAQ That He Is Very, VERY Proud Of.

1. Where did you move to?
          I moved to Evansville Indiana. If you follow the Ohio River all the way down to the farthest south and the farthest west place in Indiana, you’ll find Evansville. If you follow the Yellow Brick Road, you’ll find that you’re on some serious hallucinogens.

2. How is the school there?
          The school here is okay. It is much bigger than PCHS. Instead of having 200 kids in 6 grades we have 600 in 4 grades. It is much, much, much easier to get good grades here. I guess the boring flat corny (no pun intended) landscapes and lack of any change in elevation must have fried these people’s brains. In Indiana you don’t start Algebra 1 until 9^th grade, 8^th grade is you are a math whiz. Same with Spanish. I am the God of all things related to requiring any thinking at all. It is pretty pathetic, really.
          I am in a club called “Liturgical Ensemble” where we sing contemporary Christian music for Masses at local parishes and at school. I have three solos and I have only been at the school for two weeks. I am very excited.
          And the school food destroys Catholic’s food. Get this, we can buy ice cream at lunch, not those little Styrofoam cups that you peel the top off of and eat, it is a freaking delicious frozen treat that I enjoy every day while you are eating – how should I put this – shit. [Did I really just say that it is a delicious frozen treat? Damn. I’m a loser]

3. Do you have any friends there?
          That depends on how you describe the word “friend.” If your interpretation is someone who you talk you and they talk to you and it doesn’t completely suck to be in their presence, then, yes, I have a bunch of friends. But if to you a friend is someone you would spill your soul to, and a person that you know would always be there to back you up, or to be a shoulder to cry on etc. then, no, those people live at home.*

4. When are you coming back to visit?
          Hopefully very, very, soon.

5. What do you miss most?
          With the obvious exception of all the people back at home* who made my life so worth living, and the beautiful, unchanging mountains that I love so dearly, it would have to be my old friend, my hippie hair. *sniff* *sniff* Good golly, I *sniff* miss that *sniff* *sniff* hair o’ mine.

6. How can I stay in touch with you?
          You can Instant Message me, E-mail me, write me a letter, give me a phone call, read my Xanga (guess you already thought this one up on your own. Good for you.), leave a comment in my Xanga, or best of all, make a Xanga for yourself and update it regularly. You reading my Xanga gives you a way to know how I am getting along, but it doesn’t give me any idea as to how the people who make Parkersburg my Home* are doing in their own lives. (Plus it is free and everyone loves stuff that is free.)

7. But I don’t have any addresses or phone numbers!
          Since I am not into getting stalked and buttraped by internet predators, I am not going to post that information here, but if you IM me (Spammie0707) and ask for them I will give them to you. Also, a good number of people have little business cards with that information on them.

8. I don’t know you that well, or I haven’t talked to you in along time, or I don’t even now if you remember me! Should I contact you?
          Are you kidding?!? Every person whom I have ever met has changed my life to some degree. Please stay in touch with me even if it is just sending me an e-mail every once in a while. That means the world to me

9. Can I have the stuff you left in Parkersburg?
          Um, no. Especially that Cam Cardenas kid who wore my gym shoes.

10. What about you’re first born child
           What are your terms? I’m flexible.

11. When I get my Xanga account and learn about Blogrings which one should I most definitely join?
           From a completely unbiased standpoint, I think that you should join the “I miss Luke Costlow Like Woah” Blogring (There seriously is one thanks to some wonderful ladies back home who were so, so, so, so, awesome throughout the whole moving process. They made me a collage with everyone in the class on it, they gave me a life size Beonce, (I don’t know how to spell it. Hell, we call her Beeyonky) and this fabulo (wow that was gay) sleep mask that says, “Shhhh, Princess is sleeping.” You guys rock.

12. Would it be rude to quit reading this crazily long entry?
          You’re damn right it would be! I mean, I BLEEP! for hours over this BLEEP! BLEEP! computer, and BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! and you think that it is okay just to BLEEP!?! Well, BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! to you too and . . .

We regret to inform you that this program has been terminated due to unsuitable content.

Syke! You can’t me I’m the friggin’ most unstoppablest person I know! No broadcasting corporation can stop me. I’m the best! No one will ever –

Wow, I guess I got kinda into the whole FAQ thing. That is the last time I’ll FAQ it up, I promise. I guess I’m just not the right type of person to become a FAQer. Oh well, I still got my jackalope. 

RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG!

Ok everyone, don’t panic. Stop reading now and pay very close attention to my instructions. Minimize this window and get outside. Single file! No talking! Pelé, stop trying to steal Mikey’s tonsils, and . . . Oh, shit! Border Patrol! . . . haha. Made you look. Class, you may all come back inside when the second bell rings. And maybe if you hurry we can make this the best Xanga-veiwing fire drill ever.

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RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG!

Very good, children. You were very well behaved even Ricard- I mean Pelé, but seriously you should have seen the look on your face when the bell went off. Your eyes were as big as saucers! And that really creepy guy with the crazy smile, hockey mask, and big knife that keeps ducking out of sight every time you turn around jumped about six feet into the air! Never mind him, though, I think the creepy clown statue could take him. Enough of these safety precautions! Back to the boring stuff!

Time to be a least a little sane, I guess. Let’s see what to do next . . . hmmmm . . . I know. I’ll bet that you all would like to know what my house is like. It would somehow seem that I was closer to home if you could visit my house. Well, we all know that this isn’t possible. Hell, let’s face the facts, people. There is a good chance that I will never see some of the people who are reading this right now, let alone be able to have them drive here to visit me. It is sad, trust me it breaks my heart, but is also very, very true. Now with all the gloomy stuff out of the way, I would like to invite you to come visit me via a virtual tour of my house. I will now turn the mic and the video camera over to your super cool and rather studly (At least that’s what the ladies say) tour guide . . .

The Link is not ready yet, but I’ll get it up ASAP

Enjoy.

I hope you had fun. And you had better been laughing at my really unfunny jokes. And you had better not been laughing at my goofy acne caused by moving stress. Oh well, I was still bangin’. Speaking of my physical appearance, I will also get some pictures on here of my hair cut and my school uniform.

I have some good news and some bad news.

The bad:

I regret to inform you that this endless entry is coming to a close. (Well, on second thought, maybe that is a good thing.)

The good:

My Xanga is back in action as long as my very hungry ego is fed by plethoras of comments and some suggestions to help me make this the best Xanga ever (or at least one that is not a waste of time to read.)

 The letter “g”:

      g

Luke’s Zen of the Day:

Beer before liquor, you’ll be pretty fucked up.

Liquor before beer, you’ll still get pretty bombed/stoned

Wine coolers before admitting you’re gay, you’ll have a hard time proving you’re not.

Luke’s Serious Side:

"I Feel Home"

 by O.A.R.

There are few things pure in this world anymore, and home is one of the few 
We'd have a drink outside maybe run and hide, if we saw a couple men in blue 
But to me it's so damn easy to see that your people are the people at home 
Well I been away but now I'm back today and there ain't a place I'd rather go 

I feel home when I see the faces that remember my own 
I feel home when I'm chillin outside with the people I know 
I feel home, and that's just what I feel 
Home, to me, is reality and all I need is something real 

We're feeling alright headin out tonight maybe off to a dark driveway 
I say now, some feel bored, and some are looking for more, but we all just decide to stay 
We got nothing to do, but when I look at you I see someone that I know and love 
And with the crack of a smile we all stay awhile, we know from home their ain't nothin above 

Well in the end, we can all call a friend, well that's something that I pray is true 
In a thousand years, and a thousand tears, I will find my original crew 
Cause to me theres no where else that I'd rather be except right here right at home 
And on those long dark drives on that road at night in my heart 
I feel home 

I feel home when I see the faces that remember my own 
I feel home when I'm chillin outside with the people I know 
I feel home, and that's just what I feel 
Home, to me, is reality and all I need is something real 
Home to me is reality and all I need is something real, I feel my home 

I feel home 
I feel my home 
I feel my home 
I love my home 
Its been so long 
I'm finally at home 
I know you're gone 
But in our hearts you will always always live on 
And all your friends 
They live in your smile 
There is no end 
You will always live on 
No matter my age 
I swear to God tonight I can see you on my stage 
I feel home 
I feel home 
I feel home 
I feel my home 
I love my home 
I miss my home 
Oh late at night when we're driving all alone 
I feel my home 
And all those nights when im lying all alone 
I feel my home 
And in my heart 
I'm always at home 
And in my soul 
I feel my home

Well, it's over. I'm officially moved. I give you guys an update when I get some time but as of now I want to have a little contest.

Friends from parkersburg

RICHARD98234: i love u luke
jboelter0912: luke i really miss u
jboelter0912: du school was so much different w/o u there
jboelter0912: i like almost cried
kooldude7x8: i fuckn miss u
kooldude7x8: its not da same w/o u
vgoots10: dude come back
Rachey827: i miss u
kate0538: i miss you
kate0538: so much
kate0538: come back home luke
kate0538: i miss you
kate0538: well you better freaking come home soon
raff6534: same we all miss u
raff6534: i miss u alot
raff6534: well ur are favorite luke
camc0497: i miss you
camc0497: alot
camc0497: i mean like wow
camc0497: right now it just seems liike u are on a long vaction buts tis going to hurt when ever i call you house and u don't anwser
camc0497: ohh yeah and umm i love you

Score: About a million bazillion

Friends (or lack thereof) from Evansville

 . . .

Score: 0