STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS: So my life is slowly declining back into that "life sucks" phase. Damn. Part of me wants to say that it has something to do with having a boring life again. Like, I'm not harassing retards or hiding from church security or anything, I just come home, do homework, play my guitar...ya know? Boring stuff. My life is not interesting. 38 days until easter rehearsal begins. Then my life will be interesting, if only for a month.
Yeah, Easter's gonna be good. I'm looking foward to hanging out alone with Shawn. Please do not take that the wrong way, as I mean hanging out, and ONLY hanging out, just talking and stuff. That doesn't really happen, due to both of our overprotective and insane parents. I am not allowed to be alone in the same room as this boy. It's really fucking annoying. And I want to see him this weekend, but...well...yeah. To be perfectly honest, I don't want to drag my other friends along just so I can go to the movies with him. And then I can never call him when my parents are listening, because they freak out. Can't call him before 9 either. Fucking Verizon. I hate you. But then today when I did call him, he said his phone wasn't working, he couldn't hear me, and then hung up. I did not know it was possible for his phone to get any worse.

Speaking of phones, I'm getting a bright blue chocolate, and will set fire to my old one. I'm not joking. That fucker will burn.

I hate the way some people are treating me. I'm not naming names, but...yeah. Drama whores. Think their life is soooo interesting, like I want to hear them complain about stupid bullshit. No one lets me speak anymore. Don't wanna be seen in public with me. Walk away when I try to talk to them. God, what's wrong with me? Am I doing something wrong? Do I just suck really hardcore? Or are all the good people elsewhere, and I'm stuck here in this fake-happy plastic barbie scenerio? Whatever. I don't care about most of these people anyway. Fuck.

I do want to add that the Columbine shooters' Jo Mamma jokes page is fucking amazing. I'm scared because I probably could have been friends with those kids.

Going off on another rant, I think about stuff like that, sometimes. Like, what would I do if someone I knew had me cornered and hiding under a desk in math class, pointing a gun in my face. Or what if someone just started shooting at lunch, or something? It's like my earthquake thing. I am constantly finding myself sizing up my immeadiate surroundings in the event of an earthquake. What would fall and kill me, where could I hide under, who's head would get cut open by falling glass.....ya know. Earthquakes.
I'm pretty fucked in the head.

I was sick last night. Most likely from souplantation and the shock of what I read and probably grossly misinterpreted last night. Whatever. My tiny couch is not nice to sleep on.



The Horrors are the coolest band ever. I'm seeing Tiger Army tomorrow. Leaving after school, so I'll be representin' the BHS Patriot Marchin' Band at the show. Pep rally tomorrow...get to skip Ancient Civ. Very good thing.

Ancient Civ: sucks. She has no fucking control over the class. I really don't mine not having any homework or classwork or anything, but next year...we're screwed. Absolutely screwed. Her seating chart doesn't work. Now it's me, Travis, and Angry-Asian-David all complaining about what a shit class it is. Oh yeah, we cut and pasted things the other day. Like, not on a computer. I mean we physically cut out pictures, and glued them onto a seperate sheet of paper, and had to BS some connection between santa, a dude with excessive facial hair, and the Han Dynasty. WTF?





I think my brain is done leaking onto the keyboard. I'll clean it up, now.