Blood on the Ground...

Aug 13, 2005 21:21

It's unbelievable how much of a prick my Dad can be sometimes. He's pushing my buttons, bringing out the worst of me. He thinks I have a hidden agenda and motives for everything under the sun and I think he's cocky self righteous asshole with a afro-british accent. But eh, I can take it. I mean, he's paying for most of school. And, you know, I kind of like the guy. But I swear, if he talks about that damn microwave one more time, I might cut him. Just a little bit, you know, to get the message across.

I mean, I know I'm already going to hell or whatever, I might as well go in a sparkly handbasket with Brandon Boyd or something. He does GAP ads now. No comment on that, by the way. I'll just pretend that he isn't a total hypocrite and stay in it for the music. I'll also remember that there are four other guys in the band who have to eat, too, and it's not their fault that he's a fucking waif now, who sings really well. Everyone should get the Stealth soundtrack even if the movie is definitely going to be shitty.

Anyhoo....I tabulated how much books would cost this semester if I bought all new books (which is stupid) and I bought them from the school bookstore at the MSC (which is even more stupid). I'm looking at about 725 bucks. No biggee, really.

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Is it too late to back out? Can I cancel life? That's a pussy thing to do, though. Go shit up everything and then CANCEL, CANCEL, CANCEL!! when the world blows up in your face and then hide in a corner while the world laughs at you and you continue to suck on your thumb and watch Muppet Babies. Well, now that I think about it, I guess canceling life would essentially mean death, sort of, and well that would suck, especially since I haven't had sex yet, because of this whole "True Love Waits...Until a Nice Piece of Ass or Marriage" (whichever one comes first) campaign that I'm on, and I'd be pissed if I kicked the bucket before then, even if I am afraid penis. Or penii? Is that the plural form of penis? Thanks alot, Waller. What the fuck did I learn in Health? Oh yeah... how to make pot from beer and how to roll a decent doobie from a post-it. God, I miss Josh and Clint. Those were the good ole days...

Eh, I have other things to say, but I'll hold off until later because the bloody computer is making my eyes hurt. Damn Astigmatism...

P.S. How do I get 30 Day Contacts?

books, old school, school, prickish fathers, canceling life

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