whatever, no matter, no fish and chips, no fishing
So Erin reminded me that I've been totally neglecting my livejournal. We'll see if it works out this time. I'm never sure how I feel about the internet knowing how i feel about ascinine shit. I mean, granted, I'm surem all my friends are sick of hearing me bitch in real life,a nd this way they can just scroll through the crap. I dunno. I don't have much to bitch about. I'm just freaking out over this whole moving to California and having it suck me in thing. I'm worried I'll never escape, plus the whole living with parents thing. I do have an Ellen and an AmyBeth, and possibly a Kat there though. Even then, while these girls are good friends, they're really different than me. K@ think Pabst 40s are for "ghetto night," El thinks I dress like a pirate, and well, Amy and I have just been out odf contact. I guess what I'm trying to express is that the whole lifestyle doesn't exist there for me. I don't know where the punk houses are. I don't think travelling kids even stay in Sac. Nobody there drinks whisky for breakfast on Sunday. I know I'llbe working a responsible job and all, but I'm not ready to give up being a punk ass mofo. I mean, who the hell is going to play Capture the Flag in the middle of the night with me. Who's gonna want to just get drunk and ride bikes? I can't just walk around town there and just walk into people's houses. You have to call first. Like days in advance. I'd be a lot happier if Chris was still there. We've always been the weirdos in our group of weirdos. But no, he's in SoCal. I bet I'd get arrested if I tried to play capture the flag at night in sac. Fuck. I'll have lots of good friends in the bay, but that's an hour and a half drive. I really wish I could move in with my aunt and uncle and sub there. That way I would be near Mish and Gal and ted and the rest of my mofos. Plus the Spaz and Hilarity haus kids. Jubness. Not that the Euge is great right now. There's way too much drama, and everyone's homeless, and there's no good houses, and I feel like my really good friends are slipping away. I have to go hunt people down in order to hang out, especially Dave and Lyn. Lyn's jsut got the boyness, and well, Dave's pushing everyone away. But there's my bitchfest. I'm sure there's more to come. On hte upside, bowling for Jack's birthday tonight. Yay bowling. And Bloody Mary's for breakfast tommorrow. Yay. Of course, I'm broke and bowling's expensive, but whatever. Ish.