Life without the internet is fucking difficult.
So, the past few days have been strange.
My parents disconnected our internet connection and, by doing so, pretty much cut me off from all communication with my friends.
Which says a lot about me, I suppose, but nevertheless I find excuses to come to the library so I can get online. Pathetic, eh?
Anyway, I go back to school on Wednesday. That's going to be interesting, to say the least. I am excited to see everyone though. I can't say I'm too excited to see Dr. Poole, but what can you do?
I appreciate all the support from my friends; I love you all. And, my family finally gets it. I'm glad. It makes me feel a lot better knowing that they understand that I wasn't just taking the side of the druggies, like my dad so eloquently put it on Wednesday night.
I can't wait for this to blow over. I can't wait for everything to be done and for me to be able to enjoy high school again. I'm not the type of person that's meant to stay home on Saturday nights playing video games. It isn't healty. I suppose you could argue that what I'd be doing if I was going out isn't too healthy either, but whatever.
You all need to call me. 515-556-2520. A lot of people have been getting in contact with me in some way or another in the past few days and it's pretty cool.
This too shall pass. And, in a month or two, I'll be back out enjoying myself and socializing among the people I love and everytthing will be okay.
It has come to my attention that 2005 has been a pretty shitty year for Pat Gamble. I crashed my first car, had a run-in with the boys in blue, got caught being stoned again, experienced the death of a friend, and got suspended for the first time ever.
But, it's October 2nd. I have to get through two months and twenty eight days until 2006 and then we can all start over again.
But, yeah, please call me. I'm out now. L8r sk8rz.
My parents disconnected our internet connection and, by doing so, pretty much cut me off from all communication with my friends.
Which says a lot about me, I suppose, but nevertheless I find excuses to come to the library so I can get online. Pathetic, eh?
Anyway, I go back to school on Wednesday. That's going to be interesting, to say the least. I am excited to see everyone though. I can't say I'm too excited to see Dr. Poole, but what can you do?
I appreciate all the support from my friends; I love you all. And, my family finally gets it. I'm glad. It makes me feel a lot better knowing that they understand that I wasn't just taking the side of the druggies, like my dad so eloquently put it on Wednesday night.
I can't wait for this to blow over. I can't wait for everything to be done and for me to be able to enjoy high school again. I'm not the type of person that's meant to stay home on Saturday nights playing video games. It isn't healty. I suppose you could argue that what I'd be doing if I was going out isn't too healthy either, but whatever.
You all need to call me. 515-556-2520. A lot of people have been getting in contact with me in some way or another in the past few days and it's pretty cool.
This too shall pass. And, in a month or two, I'll be back out enjoying myself and socializing among the people I love and everytthing will be okay.
It has come to my attention that 2005 has been a pretty shitty year for Pat Gamble. I crashed my first car, had a run-in with the boys in blue, got caught being stoned again, experienced the death of a friend, and got suspended for the first time ever.
But, it's October 2nd. I have to get through two months and twenty eight days until 2006 and then we can all start over again.
But, yeah, please call me. I'm out now. L8r sk8rz.