A washed up kid with washed up parents.
The past few days have been pretty nerve-racking...
Tuesday: This would have been my last day of school. We were assigned and ISP with two parts; a written essay and a presentation in front of the class. I did not write the essay because the ISP is only with 20% of my mark, while the Exam was worth 30%. I do dangerously amazing on tests so I had no fear that I would fail.
Then, the teacher informs me that if I do not complete the other half of the ISP I'll fail. Way to go, budday. So I spend all day Tuesday making a half-assed project so I can go in and pass the class. I call my mom and she arranges to get me to school by six.
5:54 rolls around. A police officer and a very strung-out washed up women come to my door. That washed up women is my mother. The officer informs me that she is delirious and was just in a car accident. After the cop drives off I call Marty to discover that my mom has smashed up the jeep into an accordian. I walk back upstairs to find my mother passed out on the living room floor.
I called a cab and with my remaining money I get her and I a cab ride back to Marty's. She goes directly to bed, I guess the drugs wore out. I freaked out and went for a walk, during my walk I see none other than J-La and his lovely girlfriend Tara. I explain my ordeal to them and we ate Wendy's... frosty's make you feel incredable, no matter what the circumstance is.
J-La always seems to pick me up during my worst moments, like last time my mom was on a trip and freaked out at my brother and I, or the time when I had a conversation with a female and was left with a broken heart. Like usual, we went back to the serenity of Thamesford, hung out, talked, and watched televsion.
Wednesday: We came back in town for J-La's guitar exam. I stuck around until he decided he wasn't going to do it, and we found the rest of the guys and planned a trip downtown.
J-La, Boy Desert, D-Rock, JR, little Robbie Gordon and I went down and skated a couple sweet spots. I bailed many times, just skating around, it was not the best skate day for me. We ate some stuff then came back down to jam.
The jam session was weak, J-La and D.E. both stuck around for maybe five mintues before going home, then me, C-Dice, Andy and TCN dinked around before TCN and I jetted.
Came home to my father freaking out about nothing at all. Anything I try to say he'd follow it with "You don't know what you're talking about." Well, you don't know what YOU'RE talking about. Mag.
Today went alright, besides my dad still being a joy-nazi. He made me move the computer in to another area of the house because he said he wanted it to be more 'public'. I think it's just a hissy-fit because I spilt honey all over the floor. Floors and honey do not mix well at all let me tell you.
I would like to post some pictures, but I do not know how. Someone want to break it down for me how to do that?
P.S. Heather Rex is possibly the greatist person in the world. She's hooking me up with some mad info for this project I've got to do. As well, she is the mastermind behind ever Rex scame and Athiest Man song there is. Much love to her.
Much love to everyone as well,
Fish.
Fish's Daily Fun Facts: Because of the new education ciriculum, the amount of students who will get a high school education (ever) who were born in 1986 is less than 50%. I don't know who to blame, but a lot of people blame that Harris dude. So, way to go, Harris.
Tuesday: This would have been my last day of school. We were assigned and ISP with two parts; a written essay and a presentation in front of the class. I did not write the essay because the ISP is only with 20% of my mark, while the Exam was worth 30%. I do dangerously amazing on tests so I had no fear that I would fail.
Then, the teacher informs me that if I do not complete the other half of the ISP I'll fail. Way to go, budday. So I spend all day Tuesday making a half-assed project so I can go in and pass the class. I call my mom and she arranges to get me to school by six.
5:54 rolls around. A police officer and a very strung-out washed up women come to my door. That washed up women is my mother. The officer informs me that she is delirious and was just in a car accident. After the cop drives off I call Marty to discover that my mom has smashed up the jeep into an accordian. I walk back upstairs to find my mother passed out on the living room floor.
I called a cab and with my remaining money I get her and I a cab ride back to Marty's. She goes directly to bed, I guess the drugs wore out. I freaked out and went for a walk, during my walk I see none other than J-La and his lovely girlfriend Tara. I explain my ordeal to them and we ate Wendy's... frosty's make you feel incredable, no matter what the circumstance is.
J-La always seems to pick me up during my worst moments, like last time my mom was on a trip and freaked out at my brother and I, or the time when I had a conversation with a female and was left with a broken heart. Like usual, we went back to the serenity of Thamesford, hung out, talked, and watched televsion.
Wednesday: We came back in town for J-La's guitar exam. I stuck around until he decided he wasn't going to do it, and we found the rest of the guys and planned a trip downtown.
J-La, Boy Desert, D-Rock, JR, little Robbie Gordon and I went down and skated a couple sweet spots. I bailed many times, just skating around, it was not the best skate day for me. We ate some stuff then came back down to jam.
The jam session was weak, J-La and D.E. both stuck around for maybe five mintues before going home, then me, C-Dice, Andy and TCN dinked around before TCN and I jetted.
Came home to my father freaking out about nothing at all. Anything I try to say he'd follow it with "You don't know what you're talking about." Well, you don't know what YOU'RE talking about. Mag.
Today went alright, besides my dad still being a joy-nazi. He made me move the computer in to another area of the house because he said he wanted it to be more 'public'. I think it's just a hissy-fit because I spilt honey all over the floor. Floors and honey do not mix well at all let me tell you.
I would like to post some pictures, but I do not know how. Someone want to break it down for me how to do that?
P.S. Heather Rex is possibly the greatist person in the world. She's hooking me up with some mad info for this project I've got to do. As well, she is the mastermind behind ever Rex scame and Athiest Man song there is. Much love to her.
Much love to everyone as well,
Fish.
Fish's Daily Fun Facts: Because of the new education ciriculum, the amount of students who will get a high school education (ever) who were born in 1986 is less than 50%. I don't know who to blame, but a lot of people blame that Harris dude. So, way to go, Harris.