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Oct 24, 2017 11:38

So, schylar (no idea how to spell that right, sorry) died. Was a weird deal. It was on a monday, the 9th of this month it looks like. Felt weird to hear. First thought was like, yea no shit. Then I was sorta happy he was gone, then I felt bad cause the guy died. There was a lot there. I felt guilty for feeling, really guilty. I didnt know really what to do. He came home from the hospitol knowing he was going to die, and then lasted like, 2 days and did, right there in the living room. Talked to my mom for a few hours, and again a few days later. I should call her today. I meant to post this when it happened but I didnt.

After I got off the phone with my mom I sat and like, smoked weed and listened to music while looking out my back window. It was peaceful, and felt good.

I skipped band practice that day. Briggs was sad, it was going to be the first time we got together in prep for a show we did last friday. We played at the clio eagles to raise money for dylans family that got hit from harvey. made 500, so like, sorta something. Briggs did well. second band cost us money by being so bad they shoved people out the door. Mad anthondy and the dead serious.

Fixed ish my mini bike. Rear wheel needed to be replaced. Turns out the front one does too. Sucks.

looking at buying pots and pans.

Sis and her man are moving into my dads house. dad seems weird about it.

work is good. Got a raise. no idea how it really impacts me.

Kayt things are good. She seems great. Went to hoots last night without her and she like, wasnt mad.
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