What a crazy world.
So, I never update. I never do much of anything really, just sit around, thinking about who I was and who I should be... as well as who I've become. It's funny, I have thought about this so often for so long, how I hate the person I am and how I so quickly threw away my potential for no reason at all... It's funny because it doesn't make me depressed anymore. I suppose when a virus has run it's course and done the damage, there's no reason for it to stick around. So I wonder if I will continue to be locked in seclusion or if I still have will enough to change. Meh.
In other news, got my hair cut. God it's horrifying. My hair is completely grown out natural, and I'd forgotten how curly it is when it's healthy. I'll probably bleach it to death again, fuck if I go bald, at least I won't have curly hair, argh. I suppose I'm pretty good at working with what I have though, meh.
I was jump starting my grandma's lawnmower to mow the lawn (you'd think someone with her money would buy a new mower). The two seconds I was in the car 89x(local radio station) said to call in to win something. I shut off the car and started calling on my cell. I was just about to hang up as the mower was now idling in the back yard, when the phone rang. I never win things, but apparently that day was cosmically unbalanced, as I won two tickets to the 89x birthday bash (bands include Blink 182, The Used, Taking Back Sunday, Dashboard, etc). Super. I don't really go out of my way to listen to any of these bands, but free tickets are free tickets, I was gonna scalp em.
A few days later 89x called me again. The woman on the line told me I had won a picnic with Blink 182 backstage before the show. Whoever had that idea must have been stoned, I mean, these guys are trying to be "PUNK ROCJK!@~#$" and they offer a picnic? Sure thing. I don't know how things will go at the concert... I bet I can make them cry, ha.
Current addictions aren't going well. I'm conscious of the fact that I shouldn't have them, but I convince myself that it's all okay in the long run. Who knows anymore?
Comedy is on and I left a window open upstairs. My basement is like a tundra and I think my feet are frostbitten. Oh! I bought new fish. No more piranha, three african cichlids now, they're groovy.
God I hate my hair.
and money.
Keep it real suckas.
In other news, got my hair cut. God it's horrifying. My hair is completely grown out natural, and I'd forgotten how curly it is when it's healthy. I'll probably bleach it to death again, fuck if I go bald, at least I won't have curly hair, argh. I suppose I'm pretty good at working with what I have though, meh.
I was jump starting my grandma's lawnmower to mow the lawn (you'd think someone with her money would buy a new mower). The two seconds I was in the car 89x(local radio station) said to call in to win something. I shut off the car and started calling on my cell. I was just about to hang up as the mower was now idling in the back yard, when the phone rang. I never win things, but apparently that day was cosmically unbalanced, as I won two tickets to the 89x birthday bash (bands include Blink 182, The Used, Taking Back Sunday, Dashboard, etc). Super. I don't really go out of my way to listen to any of these bands, but free tickets are free tickets, I was gonna scalp em.
A few days later 89x called me again. The woman on the line told me I had won a picnic with Blink 182 backstage before the show. Whoever had that idea must have been stoned, I mean, these guys are trying to be "PUNK ROCJK!@~#$" and they offer a picnic? Sure thing. I don't know how things will go at the concert... I bet I can make them cry, ha.
Current addictions aren't going well. I'm conscious of the fact that I shouldn't have them, but I convince myself that it's all okay in the long run. Who knows anymore?
Comedy is on and I left a window open upstairs. My basement is like a tundra and I think my feet are frostbitten. Oh! I bought new fish. No more piranha, three african cichlids now, they're groovy.
God I hate my hair.
and money.
Keep it real suckas.