for the good of all
I was supposed to go to laser tag with devon and bernie tonight but i actually did my hair tonight and i didnt feel like fucking it up. so i setteld for watching transporter one and two with my dad. which fucked my hair up anyway because i ended up falling asleep. so now its 12 o'clock and im still bored as hell. tomarrow im being forced into going to my cousins birthday party and i suppose its not a bad thing that im going, but i really dont want to see my older cousins. their so damn stuck up sometimes. way too good to socialize on a human level with me, i dont wear holister and i dont have a car, oh and heres the real seperation... i have a conscience. yeah, apparentally having more money then most not only allows you to forget your younger relitives, but it also alows you to bail when you feel its nessary. what the fuck ever. one day they'll regret it. one day. oneday, maybe i'll regret saying this, but more then likely i wont. im not going to think about it anylonger until the time comes, i do way too much planning for the future and not enough in the present.
well sunday's the super bowl(well thats sort of the present...), and i have a shit load of english homework to do. i guess i wasnt exactly planning on watching it anyway. normal sports arn't my thing, but if you'd like to go ride the trails on quads/dirtbikes, jump out of a plane or hang-glide off a cliff i'll gladly tag along. i suppose its all for the thrill, nothing more, and i dont exactly get that rush from kicking a ball around for a hour or so or tackeling others trying to get a brown sphere-like contraption out of their arms, let alone watching it. in fact i think the only time i have ever watched, or paid relitive attention to the super bowl at any time in my life i had bet money on a team, and the team that was loseing by the way. so i was pissed when i was out 200 bucks at the end of the game. i had no idea what the hell was going on in the game, but numbers on a score bored was all i needed to know in order to get it. i had lost the bet. GAY.
there goes my god damned fucking weekend, back to hell. uggggghhh, weekends can get long enough. i should call hannah.......random.
well sunday's the super bowl(well thats sort of the present...), and i have a shit load of english homework to do. i guess i wasnt exactly planning on watching it anyway. normal sports arn't my thing, but if you'd like to go ride the trails on quads/dirtbikes, jump out of a plane or hang-glide off a cliff i'll gladly tag along. i suppose its all for the thrill, nothing more, and i dont exactly get that rush from kicking a ball around for a hour or so or tackeling others trying to get a brown sphere-like contraption out of their arms, let alone watching it. in fact i think the only time i have ever watched, or paid relitive attention to the super bowl at any time in my life i had bet money on a team, and the team that was loseing by the way. so i was pissed when i was out 200 bucks at the end of the game. i had no idea what the hell was going on in the game, but numbers on a score bored was all i needed to know in order to get it. i had lost the bet. GAY.
there goes my god damned fucking weekend, back to hell. uggggghhh, weekends can get long enough. i should call hannah.......random.