Oh No...He's Escaped

Sun, 25 Jul 2004 09:01:01 GMT

man this is fucked up. its like im getting whittled down all over again. so many people in new york that are just lost to me. im gone and things cant be like they were. its like i dont know anyone anymore. i'm being secluded from everyone. both here and there. i cant even sleep. im sitting outside on the street corner at four in the morning trying my best to keep from just taking something and seeing how hard i can drag it across some part of me. start that mess all over. i want to stop this downward spiral and gain something back already. im sick of the world and all the people in it. most them are horrible people and deserve to taste thier own blood and see it splattered on a baseball bat before they die. they care more about themselvs then what they do to other people or how they feel. is it so fucking hard to have a conscience or respect? fuck i just to hurt myself so god damn bad right now. i need to leave. i'm heading out. i dunno when i'll be back. some time later. maybe when the sun comes up. who knows. who cares.

I hate my job

Tue, 13 Jul 2004 20:45:38 GMT

i work at Kmart. here is what i do. i am a Cashier, i listen to people bitch and moan about 2 dollars and 30 cents holding up my line making me busy for at least an hour. i get shopping carts. and we all know how much a pale white kid from the north loves doing manual labor in the heat, finding "things" in shopping carts which simply should not be, among my favorite so far is rotting chicken. i also have been degraded to greeter once. the right way is "Hello sir or ma'am! welcome to your winter spring kmart!" there was more but i wasnt interested in listening. i just said very sarcastically "welcome to kmart can i interest you in a summer savings guide and or shopping buggy?" i also have to work in garden shop. only a half hour at a time where i basically sit on the counter while the security camera records me on my ass. the last thing i do is "strays" take all that shit that people didnt want and left on your line to be assholes and put them all in a shopping cart, seperate them by section. what youre supposed to do. is get off register and put everything back from the exact place it was taken. now i stress thats what youre supossed to do. try to put it back. if you cant find it just hide it behind stuff thats sorta like what it is but not really. and for this i get minimum wage. i see myself getting fired in the next few weeks because im such a model "associate". i cant be bothered with kmart. that is my job.

Fri, 09 Jul 2004 20:48:34 GMT

i will have four sons that will form a band called Pucheltica

The November Plan Success Story

Sat, 12 Jun 2004 05:33:00 GMT

alright. well trip to new york. 20 hours or so in a car both ways. it is fucking miserable. and ive got to make yet another trip of 40 or so hours in a car on only a weekend. soo what happened. we met some people. cousin nickie and her hubby joey and baby Jordan. the baby likes me and kept grabbing my nose. even a 9 month old can see i have a big nose. nickie kept doing this thing to her hair that made it look like a mini volcano on the top of her hair. then we went to see wendy. she wanted us to stay ther but NO FUCKING WAY. first of all, the house is filled with shit! it looks like it was half finished and some hermit moved in. it smells like mold. my mom and me kept looking at each other and she said "well we gotta go. john wants to see jessica!" even though i havent talked to her and she hasnt been seen since she got fired from the mango tree for stealing. so then we go to see steven and richard in haverstraw. they wanted us to stay there. i have no problem with staying with a gay couple but the problem was that we drove a brand new van into the worst part of haverstraw and since we wanted to have it in once peice and not on cinderblocks in the morning we went to spring valley (like thats any better) to stay in days in. it was 39 dollars a night for three nights. which means, we're broke again! i had to spend time with my dad, move a shitload of rubbermaid tubs, got all dusty and fucking gross. speaking of which, my house is nasty. it seems less full of stuff, everything is covered with a damp greasy film. i tried to steal a bunch of stuff back but that man is on my ass like a hemoroid! i would go into my room he would be a foot behind me, i would go to turn around and hes right fucking there! but what did i take from the trip? a samurai sword, a bunch of knives, my DVD player, playstation, hunting bow, my stamp/coin collection, really old pocket watch, and well you get the drift. a bunch of cool shit i havent seen in almost two years. oh any by the way, GI Joe is the best fucking toy ever invented. it kicks hotweels in the ass. yo joe mutha fuckers. i went out with my old posse! met andy one of my greater friends and chilled with old friends and some new ones. apparently andy says i knew them, i just didnt remember. i think J drives like hes in one of his video games. his car sounds fast even when its doin 35. he looks like hes a zombie and just wants to sleep but hes a smartass. a funny one though so it works out in the end. but heres what i did that night. i'll let andy tell everyone.

"Then we went back to my house where JOHN came over. He's one of my bestest friends and he came up from Florida and I got to see him, which is great. We went to pick up Bachor, and go to Cinema 6 where Kat had tickets for a whole group of people to see Harry Potter. We ditched seeing Harry Potter, and got refunds for our tickets, and ate pizza. Penne ala Vodka pizza... mmmmmm.

We all went back to my house where we watched Interview with the Vampire and cracked jokes the whole time. John kept wearing Kat's tiny eskimo jacket. Good times. Kat, Vinny, and Rexy left, and Bachor, Joe, J, John and I were sitting in my room watching videos on my computer, until we decided to go bowling (at 10:30 pm). We went there and bowled two games, both of which I scored under 100. The first game I got an 85, and the second I think I got in the 50's or 60's. Still tons of fun. Joe and Bachor went home, and me and Squish took John back to his hotel.

In about twenty minutes I have to call John and see if he's awake to go eat breakfast with me and Kat. That should be fun times too."

of course i didnt make breakfast because a weekend is not long enough to take care of all the shee-ot i had to. i was gonna prank call the pizza place and ask if they delivered and tell them to deliver to the back table. but of course vinny's cell phone sucks greasy balls. i didnt get to see everyone i wanted to. only like four people of all the people i knew when i was there. which was kind of a bummer but whatever i know who are the ones that care now. and i met new friends. so anyway i got back home, emptied the van that was packed like a mexican bus, and had to go to work the next day. bummer. four hours seems alot longer when youve only slept maybe 6 hours in the past three days.

but the one major difference between florida and New York, and you can tell this is my Yankee attitude coming out, ITS NOT SUNNY EVERY FUCKING MINUTE, OF EVERY FUCKING DAY!!! it was dark, there were rocks, and dirt, and mountains all that happy horse pucky. man i love being back home even if i have to be in a car 20 hours to get there.

Mon, 31 May 2004 03:13:10 GMT

Band Practice, for those who dont know, involve music, drugs, alcohol, gasoline, nearly killing everyone, a police officer, proper use of School text books, lots and lots of fire, a garden hose, and making fun of pedro for being so god damn spanish and not knowing what day of the week it is and not coming to band practice again. but let me explain all that. i was jammin with bert, got the fire started with all my "acquired" textbooks. we searched for flamable items. we got hairspray and rubbing alcohol. then tyler came over. hes a fuckin psycho. crazy with any type of music and is definetly badass. it looks so odd when he's playing my bass. its so big on such a small person. on me it looks good because im just so big. in my opinion i look bitchin. so anyway we got gasoline, and threw the broken cable on the fire, and back to jammin. my cable broke again so we burned that too. what do you expect after the end breaks off in your bass and your drummer's symbols fucking guillotine it. we also burned burts drumsticks. and i ordered a bunch of new shit too. wires, pedal, all that type of music junk. bert's mom is cool. she george foreman'ed burgers for us. and when she saw me hosing down the HUGE fireball and tyler standing on a chair with a gas can above the fire and all of us wearing masks made of legs of jeans, all she said was "all right stop it". another good band practice.

Mon, 24 May 2004 03:00:36 GMT

i just remembered i had a dream! i was sleeping in a motel room in a national guard base just outside of jacksonville on a bed that sucked assballs. that wasnt the dream those were the circumstances. anyway, i was in a toystore. looking for what else? GI Joes. of course not finding the sweet as hell old school stuff, instead seeing all that messed up new shit. that didnt stop me from buying them though. so then some stuff happened. i was chillin in the corner sitting on the floor with a pool thing like they had in nanuet mall. and who is there? BEN! and he sees girls sunbathing topless on a hill not too far away. because there are rolling hills in Toys R Us. he's all excited and i looked too. because im a guy. some people i know from around school. all very attractive of course, and the one ive had a massive juvenile crush on for almost over a year now. all i really know about her is her first name, she's in AP art, and i can honestly say she is the most beutiful girl i have ever seen. and thats all i really know and thats why its so juvenile. anyway, she takes off her top too (in the dream). ben kinda hops around like a little howler monkey and wants to get a camera. i wouldnt let him because i dont know, respect? well about that time i woke up to the motel coffeemaker and my back hurting like a bitch from the piss poor excuse for a mattress. anyway thats my dream! have fun reading that everyone.

Mon, 24 May 2004 02:35:48 GMT

whoo! off to Jacksonville. about three hours away. man i fucking hate cartrips. so basically we had a retirement/birthday party for my uncle. there were a bunch of his army friends there. about 4. a bunch of kids, a bunch of wives with problems. there was a really cool scottish lady there! she called my moms ex #1 and said he had "a lil weiner" but with a thick scottish accent too, so it sounded like "leeole wayner" she asked for my email to give to her neice. i am an international pimp. i wanted to go to a music store, but no, everything is dead on sundays and after nine. at least i deposited my paycheck after two weeks of asking to go to the bank. im sorta rich kinda.

Thu, 20 May 2004 18:54:07 GMT

HAHAHA i got perfect score on FCATs. i am the top half percent of my school. hahaha! fuckin sweet dude

Thu, 20 May 2004 03:42:07 GMT

went to the park! chased squirrels. yay! kelsey figured out i didnt like her and she wrote me a note about it trying to save some face i guess. we had to move more junk for mr b. i went to bert's to jam. we made the MASK OF FREEDOM! and a stick bag too. basically a pair of jeans that he cut the bottom parts off of. we stuck them on our heads, messed around, made a mask of one and made a stick bag of the other. i gave him a roll of duct tape to tape his drums so they dont move anymore. things would be going pretty okay but one problem...my fuckin E string broke right by the bridge.

Lets Get Ready To Rumble!

Wed, 12 May 2004 18:32:10 GMT

so what do you do when someone gets soy sauce on you? MAYONAISSE! yes, get your best friends to bring in mayonaisse sandwiches and stick them on said person. and of course, you all get into it. dont get mad, get revenge. the entire lunchroom has no administration, just cafeteria staff. and you know they arent gonna do anything. a test for my new (sexy) physique. come on, you just dont get into it with a New Yorker in a band. thats enough reason. also weve got bert, hes a drummer and drummers are nothing but muscle, and we got curtis, that crazy lil bastard he'll do anything, and tim the tank, that guy is 7 ft tall. you just cant compete with me and my friends. and i gotta say, its funny as hell when someone keeps turning around because theyre afraid of you. anyway, other stories, we had a project in comp theatre. basically do anything and show everyone else. just about everyone sang and danced because theyre stupid. and sara and sophie had to have been the god damn funniest thing ive ever seen in my liiiiife. (those of you who know stephen lynch, you got that joke. if you didnt. youre stupid) i got credit for carrying a huge heavy cement head from the office back to the classroom. friday we got off, and hopefully, jam time! tyler cant make it. so that means he wont make the rest of us look bad by comparison. i saw van hellsing. fuckin awesome. the music sounded like Diablo in a couple scense but thats okay because diablo is a great game! jordan said i was concentrating too hard on the movie so i must have been staring at the massive boobs on screen. they were nice, and so what if the movie is taylored for men? it makes it better that they dont discuss their feelings on frankenstein wanting to be accepted or killing mr hyde. i got an email from jackie. thats cool. and diva's friend IM'd me yesterday. only a matter of time until diva herself wants to talk to me i just had a ham sammich. mighty tasty lemme tellya! two weeks of school left! jam time! im out.

Kmart = Hellspawn

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 03:46:27 GMT

lets see. today...got up. go to school. there was a sub period two. Ms Tamichgala or whatever the hell it is. everyone knows her b/c shes short, hindu, has a lisp, and looks/smells god awful. basically, me jason and richard had fun getting tyler in trouble. fun. i remember falling asleep in english class. first with my head on the desk then i sat up and fell asleep that way. yeah its possible. you just need to be a pro like me. anyway, i dont remember too much, but i remember breathing reeeeally deep through my nose while the teacher was talking and then everyone laughing at me because of it and sorta waking me up. i was still pretty lethargic so i went back to sleep and woke up later on. i think i heard someone say that the teacher smells really bad. not sure. i woke up later. still sitting up! oh yeah that takes talent. nothing else too out of the ordinary today. after school let out i walked down dike road. it let out to a dirt road and out to another one. it was niiiiiice. it was like the neighborhood in my blue heaven. BUT BETTER! so then i went to work. for 6 1/2 hours. so i talked to some old fella outside of albertsons for a bit when my mom got me. then came home, had some frozen pizza and soda and here i am. now i REALLY need to go to the bathroom because will not go to one in school for obvious reasons. THERE IS NO REASON FOR A MENSTRUATED TAMPON TO BE STUCK TO THE CEILING IN THE MENS ROOM!

im bored so...eh

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 03:30:11 GMT

SEPTEMBER:
Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.

^^except for the sports thing, i guess you could apply all of it to me.^^
its easier to say that than underline and bold a bunch of stuff.
thats breaking the rules. but who really cares anyway?

RULES:
1. Put your birth month in an entry.
2. Underline anything that doesn't apply to you.
3. Bold the four that best apply to you.
4. Put all twelve months under.

All the other ones:
JANUARY:
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.

FEBRUARY:
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but those not show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

MARCH:
Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

APRIL:
Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.

MAY:
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.

JUNE:
Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.

JULY:
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

AUGUST:
Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.

SEPTEMBER:
Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive.Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.

OCTOBER:
Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to games, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.

NOVEMBER:
Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.

DECEMBER:
Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical

Fri, 23 Apr 2004 03:00:01 GMT

i was thinking i had maybe an hour of rest before workie. there was a call on the phone message taker thing. got an extra hour on my shift. so i had a half hour of relaxation. then walk 45 min to Kmart from home. okay, somebody keeps honking at me in a black or dark blue SUV. im trying to figure out who it is but theres a blank. i realized that the longer i have to work, the less english i speak. and the more of studdering and grunts come out of my mouth. by the end of the day it sounds something like "heyhersochan" instead of "Okay here is your Change". Kelsey came. to that very kmart. wonder why. then at the end of the night they started paging each other on phones that are maybe 30 ft apart. i hate the job, the people are cool. except for kendal. hes a pickle headed cock fucker with some nasty messed up teeth. the people said he'll warm up after a while. he better! i want to beat him so bad that his teeth will go back into line. i will probably not bitch so much when i get my paycheck. i dont know how long i should actually work there. waking up early and working on a saturday?? i could be in band practice! or in stage crew! THEY HAVE POWERTOOLS!! im tired. sleep time.

Thu, 22 Apr 2004 04:15:22 GMT

dude, its like im awake, and im fine, but at the same time behind my eyes i can feel how tired i am. ive been having some wierd dreams. like all teh information in my head is all combining. i had a dream i was in D-Day going up the beach, then my mom started nagging about something. then sponge bob in a hampster bubble rolled by. it was all serious, and cool, then the crazy stuff. im tired all the time, i dont get any time to sleep any more. god damn kmart cant give me a rigid schedule. im working wierd ass times. even on saturdays. before noon. who the hell gets up before noon?? im tired and pissed off and ready to drop on to bed. one more thing. theres gonna be a contest for who can think of the best name for my new dog. aaaaaaand GO!

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 02:30:08 GMT

gra. theyve finally let me out of the back room and up at registers. i was told to watch an actual employee do thier job, then do what they do with as little fucking up as possible. i got paired with some lady named Siolly from fashions. today i got...some black lady. im alright with most everything except going on the intercom thing. i had to do that twice so far. some guy said i sounded demonic on it. i cant wait until they move me. i forgot to mark all the 20s, i forgot to check IDs for checks initially, my scanner stopped working, i had to hand scan everything for the last hour or so, i forgot to demagnatize a vacuum, and i think i let a lady walk out with a sprite. oops. not bad for my first day. oh fuck. do i work tomorrow? shit. i didnt check the schedule. im gonna have to call tomorrow. balls. oh well. on my down time i was checkin out Bass Guitar magazine. but god damn, when youre thirsty, and cant get off checkout, and people keep on buying pepsis, cokes, mountain dews, liptons, and all that shit, that is painful. well time for homework. yipee! whoo! i felt like a lazy bastard and didnt do it before. now im a tired bastard and HAVE to do it. fuckin responsibility. its such a pickle headed cock sucker.

Wed, 14 Apr 2004 02:59:08 GMT

training...is OVER. now i have to hang on the coat tails of some caishier dweeb for friday and sunday. then on monday, they might set me free on my own. they said i'll probably get pulled from that and get to do something else. sweet. alright so lets see. today 4-6:30 yesterday 3-6 sunday 8-11:45. so thats like...alot of money. 6 dollars an hour. alright well someone do that for me. that lady told me to be there at 4 today. so i walked a little after school, and chilled by tire kingdom. its by the highway and behind some bushes. i think that was a bad idea. like ants got in my pants or something. i also got an application for bert. if hes 16 he can apply and we can both work for the band van/band apartment in the collective hell symboled with a Red K. band of brothers again tonight. sweet! i want a midget. its not a party until you have a midget. Punisher comes out friday. now that looks cool. commercials are like they are saying this is perfect movie for me. except the seether song with amy lee. shes a hot girl but stay with your own little stupid band. seether was semi-good until you had to yoko ono it up...bitch! thats right. i said it. jam time. fade to black.

Sun, 11 Apr 2004 04:20:57 GMT

for the second day in a row im up early. 8AM today. i had to sign an assload of papers then watch hours of training video a Kmart vest and *shudder* name tag. i know theres a hell. its the back room of the human resources office with Kmart instructional video on how to sell the smart plan. then the rest of the day was kind of a blur because i was falling asleep every ten minutes. there was a girl watching the videos too but she left halfway through. i guess she couldnt take it. at least i made money sitting on my ass in an uncomfortable chair. there was a gay black guy, yes they exist, in a bunny suit singing "here comes peter cottontail, coming down the bunny trail" i didnt know what to make of it. i did my best to not even think about it. reality is always better than fiction. Then Kelsey called me! always a pleasant suprise when she calls. and so, here we are. here. time...to jam.

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 02:15:29 GMT

wow. busy day. i am quite tired. i woke up about nine-ish. i had a Job Interview at 9:30 with K mart. it was really just a test with "if i saw a bitchy customer comeing to me, i would A.walk away, B.say i dont work in that Department. C. Find Someone else, or D. be cheerful and try to help." so i told the truth. "A" is the correct answer. and one of the true false questions was "i can count to 50". stupid test all together. then after that. went to berts house with pedro and tyler. got there at like 10:30. non stop jammin! up until like 6. thats the better part of 7 hours. my fingers are all chewed up and hurt like hell but its cool. got to play on the drums too. that was cool. berts got this 8 peice set with double bass. i dropped my bass for a while, and tyler picked it up, and put me to shame. if he wasnt in my band i would have smashed his hands. hes been playing since he was 5. so hes got about ten years on me. we stopped, chilled on the roof for a while, Jordan and Kelsey came over with cookies. mmmm...Kelsey. what can i say about her? shes Kelsey. Kelsey Kelsey Kelsey. we afro-ngineered my bass. meaning; we fixed the detatched wires with a stripped twist tie. after all this, i am Fuckin tired. and i gotta be at Kmart tomorrow at 8AM. damn training Videos. at least i get paid for it right? well now its time for bed. at 10:15. it feels so strange.

Tue, 06 Apr 2004 04:05:26 GMT

sometimes i wish i never left

Sat, 03 Apr 2004 05:16:18 GMT

ooooh i went out with Jordan and Kelsey! whoo! Jordans sister suttled us around. she looks just like Jordan. what did we do...tried to go bowling. no lanes. so we went to this open marketplace type thing. we looked at animals. the gerbly things were cool. then went and keyed the table. i wrote finch and it looked all anarchistic and apocolyptic and hardcore. kelesey wrote jubilee, bert didnt write anything. he wasnt there. so then, into barnes and noble! no big trouble this time. i had an urge for coffee. i wonder why. ahem. then...then to dennies. i got me some chocolate milk. then! off to see the "haunted house" which is really a long gravel road with no street lights that ends in a gate with really cool gargoyles on the posts. of course the entire time im ensuing hillarity. with the sticking of the spoon on my nose and hitting on the people at the next table, and walking out with the spoon on my nose. Jordan was spooning her water. i forked Kelsey. the both of them thinking of things to do to me that involve make up and girly things then them deciding they are going to be my own personal eharmony.com. they say i need a girlfriend. im supposed to go to berts house today to jam. jason wanted to jam too but i already said i would with bert and pedro maybe and tyler. so i'll call him when i first get up. im doing laundry now and am thinking of something to eat. im hungry...i smell a hotdog. yum.

Mon, 22 Mar 2004 21:08:44 GMT

after returning from a week of no school, i realize that i really dont like it. its not really the having to stay still for a really long time, learning, work, or waking up early that i dont like. its the having to associate with people i dont like, and dont like me for half my day. the good part is that its a gathering point for all the people i know. and you can admire the young females. speaking of which, Sophie is hot. Kelsey is hot. Philipino girl in miniskirt and boots is hot. Emily has nekkid pictures of her. i dont really know why. i didnt ask. thats just emily. i duct taped her skirt to her waist. there were alot of skirts today. anyway, the duct tape didnt stop the wind from pushing it up. she didnt think it through. and with benifit to me who got an eyefull of ass. yay!

Other Things:
-can someone tell me how old the girl is in the Stacy's Mom video, i wanna know if i should feel like a pervert or not.

-i accidnetally tasted a booger and realized that booger's taste really sweet. and dare i say would taste good except for the sole fact that its a boogie.

-Germans dont know what boogies are

-my pee passed a drug test. yay!

This actually makes me feel better about myself

Thu, 18 Mar 2004 08:30:22 GMT

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

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Sun, 14 Mar 2004 08:51:56 GMT

A few things that make me happy:

1)The Color Black
2)Muscle Cars, Motorcycles, and just about anything where you can hear and feel the horse power
3)My Dog (R.I.P.)
4)Tools (only certain powertools, use your hands for something other than jackin' off once in a while)
5)Good Music
6)Good Movies
7)Explosions
8)Violence
9)Fire
10)My Band
11)My Bass
12)Rocker Chicks (all that black, and metal they wear, and the eye make up, just everything, perfection)
13)Those few famous chicks I lust after
14)"That" girl
15)Wrestling (when they hide the fact that its fake and the drama and gay plot lines really well and just have two guys beating the shit out of each other)

Sun, 14 Mar 2004 08:17:55 GMT

Howard Ehrlich wrote in his book "Reinventing Anarchy, Again".

"Why is our flag black? Black is a shade of negation. The black flag is the negation of all flags. It is a negation of nationhood which puts the human race against itself and denies the unity of all humankind. Black is a mood of anger and outrage at all the hideous crimes against humanity perpetrated in the name of allegiance to one state or another. It is anger and outrage at the insult to human intelligence implied in the pretences, hypocrisies, and cheap chicaneries of governments . . . Black is also a colour of mourning; the black flag which cancels out the nation also mourns its victims the countless millions murdered in wars, external and internal, to the greater glory and stability of some bloody state. It mourns for those whose labour is robbed (taxed) to pay for the slaughter and oppression of other human beings. It mourns not only the death of the body but the crippling of the spirit under authoritarian and hierarchic systems; it mourns the millions of brain cells blacked out with never a chance to light up the world. It is a colour of inconsolable grief.
"But black is also beautiful. It is a colour of determination, of resolve, of strength, a colour by which all others are clarified and defined. Black is the mysterious surrounding of germination, of fertility, the breeding ground of new life which always evolves, renews, refreshes, and reproduces itself in darkness. The seed hidden in the earth, the strange journey of the sperm, the secret growth of the embryo in the womb all these the blackness surrounds and protects.

"So black is negation, is anger, is outrage, is mourning, is beauty, is hope, is the fostering and sheltering of new forms of human life and relationship on and with this earth. The black flag means all these things. We are proud to carry it, sorry we have to, and look forward to the day when such a symbol will no longer be necessary." [Reinventing Anarchy, Again, pg 31-2]

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Sun, 14 Mar 2004 08:17:35 GMT

i was bored and was bitching about nothing being on TV. and then...it came to be. headbangers ball. its alive. this is the only good thing to come out of MTV ever. this is only on like once a year. this is a golden moment. they have 5 wrestlers on too. and among them is one of only like 3 famous person i lust over. Lita. oh. just...ooh. there was just a preview for the punisher. that looks hardcore. cool car, motorcycle, fire, trenchcoat, skull on his shirt, massive violence, loads of weapons. i whipped out my bass, and jamming best i can with it. now back to headbangers ball. dude, mtv should play more of this! im getting sick and tired of seeing nothing but the same old rap shit everywhere. im not necisarily saying rap is bad, which it is, but thats not the point, they should have variety! i mean, god damn! how many times can you listen to some black guy goin "YEAH! UH UH UH WHAT? WHAT? YEAH"?? if godsmack and 50 cent were locked in a room together, man, sully would knock him the fuck out. if country music can get its own channel and it sucks donkey balls, why cant metal? dammit, MTV will soon come to stand for Metal Television! seriously, how can people make an informed musical decision when you dont play anything but rap and pussy punk bands. mtv is breeding nasty disgusting greasy "punk" kids that look more and more like girls every day and herds of people thinking that wear oversized jerseys and saying nigga makes them gangsta. mtv is the worst thing to ever happen to music. radio too. i hate radio anymore. only two stations that play anything remotly hard, and thats once an hour. otherwise its something you cant jam to. i friggin hate it when they play crap on one station they are praising as being some awesome band (finger eleven fuckin sucks), and you switch to the only other decent radio station...AND THEYRE PLAYING THE SAME THING!! if i could, i would take out their eyeballs with an ice cream scoop sell them on the asian black market and sell the video tapes of me doing the whole thing on the internet. fuckin' trends. why cant there be people in a position to refuse money for the greater good of society??