May ??, 1998

"Hi! My mom is being a real bitch right now. I'm on the phone with my friends Jocy (who has huge tits!) and Lucien ( a guy not a girl) and my mom picks up the phone and starts saying "Get off the phone I need to use it!" And i tell her to get off so I can tell them myself to get off. But no she just keeps yelling and yelling until my friends get so annoyed that they hang up. I wear 2 watches on my left hand, one is my cool watch which has M&M's on it and the other watch is my good luck watch because lots of girls with big tits put it down their shirt (and bra!) and guess who takes the watch out? ME! I wonder what its like to be stoned? People always ask me if I'm stoned but I'm not! I don't even do drugs. I haven't even tried a cigar. Let me tell you something that happened. A girl put my watch down her shirt and i took it out. Next day I just kept grabbing her tits. At school that day another FINE girl with humungous and i mean HUMUNGOUS tits was going to do the watch thing but the belle rang and so I went to the bus (pussy). On the way to the buss she said on Monday she'll do it. Monday it didn't happen and I couldn't find her anywheres. So on Tuesday I saw her at lunch and the bell rang so we had to go to class. She said she tried to find me when I was also trying to look for her. On Wednesday again the bell rang when I found her. So tomorrow on Thursday its supposed to happen."

nobody listens. nobody cares. the diary of Brian Levy

On Sunday, September 26, 2010, Brian Levy, my band mate and good friend, asked if he could leave some stuff in my garage so we could load up some of our music equipment. Seeing as he was driving us and we needed space for amps and drums, i gladly allowed this, not knowing what kind of priceless treasure he would be leaving in my possession. He brought out a "treasure chest" containing many relics of his childhood and teen years, but one piece stood out the most...his pre teen diary.
"Check this shit out Ryan, its my 7th grade diary," Brian said. At first, I thought it was a joke, but upon further inspection, he was telling the truth. Written in many different colors and on dragon ball z paper, nothing could physically prepare me for the stories documented on these pages...these stories of sexual experimentation and growth, pre teen angst, drug and alcohol abuse, and coming of age, will forever haunt my memories.
The purpose of this blog isn't to poke fun at Brian, but rather to show the world the trials and tribulations that he overcame. We both felt that this diary was unearthed for a reason, and that these stories needed to be told to the public. I titled this blog nobody listens. nobody cares because that is just how he felt...having no one to turn to, he took to his diary.
Look forward to weekly updates as well as scans of the actual journal.