So, it's been four months and not a lot has changed.
Hi again.
I'm back with a fixed computer which is nice. My video card got all fried and it messed up some port or something. I'm not an IT nerd so I have no idea what I'm talking about.
I got that job at USF Dugan. I make $8.50 an hour and I work about thirty hours a week. It's not too bad. Plenty of holidays off, too.
My uncle Terrence passed away in September. According to my last post, the lung cancer, adenocarcinoma (the "non-smoker's" lung cancer), metastasized, it was in his bones and in his brain. It was just really bad at the end and the funeral was really, really bad. I'm not intune with my emotions so much, but it felt like my chest was collapsing.
My grandpa hasn't been doing so well since the funeral. He's just different.
I'm still in school. Still the Loud Rock Director. I'm taking and failing Biology, Fundamentals of Algebra, Applied TV & Radio, and TV Production. Just failing biology. I'm actually quite upset about that--I don't wanna fail outta college, but I'm not smart enough to pass Biology with a C. Radio & TV kids isn't smart. Am I right?
I'll have been with Selina for eight months on Nov 18. This summer we're gonna get a place together with Dallas, hopefully. We're all pretty much best buds anyway. And I won't see either of them enough to wanna murder them. I'm just not financially independent enough to live on my own just yet, but by saving up, it'll happen sooner rather than later.
On Nov 17, however, I'm going to see Cradle of Filth, Arch Enemy, Himsa, and Bleeding Through. That show is going to make me wanna die. I'll wanna rip off my own face it's gonna be so awesome.
The new Nightwish album, Once, is totally rad and I recommend anyone whom reads this should go out and buy it. Even if it makes your eardrums bleed the first time listening to it, give it another try. It'll grow on you. I promise.
Deana's boy is a cutie -- And her and Jeff'll be getting married sometime next year, God permitting. He's stopped drinking so much and he's actually not an asshole anymore! I know, I know. I was surprised, too!
Oh, and Jill stopped drinking. I'm glad she did and I'm really impressed that she's actually doing it. She's a super lady.
I stopped smoking and I don't drink to excess even on the weekends, but I just did a buncha blow last night and today. Before I get ragged on, it'd been nearly two months since I'd done it. I'm keepin' it clean, pretty much.
I just don't have time for much of anything anymore. I spend about twenty six hours at school and thirty at work and all the other time I have, I'm sleeping. I don't even see my lady friend until Saturday night after she's off work. It bites serious ass, but I guess that's why parents tell their kids to enjoy being a kid.
I have a cell phone now and I know you're back in Andover, Missy. If you read this, drop me a line and I'll call you some time.
Oh, and if any of you want that number for whatever reason, let me know and if you rock ass, I'll slip it to you under the table all smooth like.
Hope you don't feel like you just wasted five minutes of your life. If you do, that's your own problem, ain't it, hippie?
I'm back with a fixed computer which is nice. My video card got all fried and it messed up some port or something. I'm not an IT nerd so I have no idea what I'm talking about.
I got that job at USF Dugan. I make $8.50 an hour and I work about thirty hours a week. It's not too bad. Plenty of holidays off, too.
My uncle Terrence passed away in September. According to my last post, the lung cancer, adenocarcinoma (the "non-smoker's" lung cancer), metastasized, it was in his bones and in his brain. It was just really bad at the end and the funeral was really, really bad. I'm not intune with my emotions so much, but it felt like my chest was collapsing.
My grandpa hasn't been doing so well since the funeral. He's just different.
I'm still in school. Still the Loud Rock Director. I'm taking and failing Biology, Fundamentals of Algebra, Applied TV & Radio, and TV Production. Just failing biology. I'm actually quite upset about that--I don't wanna fail outta college, but I'm not smart enough to pass Biology with a C. Radio & TV kids isn't smart. Am I right?
I'll have been with Selina for eight months on Nov 18. This summer we're gonna get a place together with Dallas, hopefully. We're all pretty much best buds anyway. And I won't see either of them enough to wanna murder them. I'm just not financially independent enough to live on my own just yet, but by saving up, it'll happen sooner rather than later.
On Nov 17, however, I'm going to see Cradle of Filth, Arch Enemy, Himsa, and Bleeding Through. That show is going to make me wanna die. I'll wanna rip off my own face it's gonna be so awesome.
The new Nightwish album, Once, is totally rad and I recommend anyone whom reads this should go out and buy it. Even if it makes your eardrums bleed the first time listening to it, give it another try. It'll grow on you. I promise.
Deana's boy is a cutie -- And her and Jeff'll be getting married sometime next year, God permitting. He's stopped drinking so much and he's actually not an asshole anymore! I know, I know. I was surprised, too!
Oh, and Jill stopped drinking. I'm glad she did and I'm really impressed that she's actually doing it. She's a super lady.
I stopped smoking and I don't drink to excess even on the weekends, but I just did a buncha blow last night and today. Before I get ragged on, it'd been nearly two months since I'd done it. I'm keepin' it clean, pretty much.
I just don't have time for much of anything anymore. I spend about twenty six hours at school and thirty at work and all the other time I have, I'm sleeping. I don't even see my lady friend until Saturday night after she's off work. It bites serious ass, but I guess that's why parents tell their kids to enjoy being a kid.
I have a cell phone now and I know you're back in Andover, Missy. If you read this, drop me a line and I'll call you some time.
Oh, and if any of you want that number for whatever reason, let me know and if you rock ass, I'll slip it to you under the table all smooth like.
Hope you don't feel like you just wasted five minutes of your life. If you do, that's your own problem, ain't it, hippie?