Jul 28, 2004 02:48
It certainly has been awhile since I even looked at this thing. But hey, I have my reasons, don't doubt them...cause they're golden and dripping with excuse-juices. So tonight (this morning) I figured: Hey, why not do a journal at 2:50am?
So my friends (i.e. everyone but me) went to the concert in Dallas to see Yellowcard and Flogging Molly and other cool bands play as well. I missed out, and I hate myself for not going, but...I wasn't really expecting myself to go in the first place. Anyhow, my friend's friend Albert and his buddies went and they all did exactly what I thought they'd do. Albert's friend ended up hitting the drummer of Yellowcard in the head with a water bottle, and they also pissed off a bunch of irish folks. In the end, I'm surprised they weren't banned from the place.
Did I already say I got a job? Well, anyway, I did, and it's alright. It's probably the best deal you can get out of a family resteraunt, also considering the limited hours I work. Problem is, 'regular' jobs work on weekdays and their employees are sometimes off on the weekends. We, on the other hand, have to be special so I work on the weekends, while my friends bathe in their summer fun. So it goes around more or less like this:
Ben: "Hey Dr. McJoJoBean, what're you up to?"
Dr.MJJB: "Nothing much Ben, just chillin'."
Ben: "Say, Dr. McJoJobean, would you like to go to the movies?"
Dr.MJJB: "I can't Ben, I'm working this week."
Ben: "Working? That's insane!"
Dr.MJJB: "At least I work at a better place than you."
Ben: "Oh yeah? Where do you work?"
Dr.MJJB: "j00 m4m4."
All in all it kind of ruins my teenage schedule. Instead of enjoying saturdays, I hate them. And instead of hating Mondays, I still hate them. So really, nothing good has come out of this system, other than money. Did I mention I hate mornings? Yeah, I do.
It's amazing when I look at my past years. I'm already a Senior in highschool and it seems like yesterday I was bouncing around at recess ranting on how cool the Red Ranger is or how Tails could kick Sonic's ass cause he can fly. Actually, I still rant on that stuff. Anyhow, this is what I've been working for. This is the end... I didn't know it could come so soon. Then again, I still have the College Years to work on. But still, who knew it would end up here in Ashdown Arkansas. I sure didn't.
There's also the future to look forward to. I like writing, and I always hoped that it would be my future. Then I remembered that this generation of society are lazy fuckers and reading anything requires too much effort for their brains to handle. Literacy scores are dropping down, and books are being read less year after year. It doesn't look very promising to me, in fact I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up being a hobo. The fact remains though that writing is my only interest so far and it's the only thing I'm actually half-decent at. Who knows, maybe I can wash people's car windows for a quarter.
But it's not the future yet, and I'm still in highschool. There's still plenty for me to learn and plenty for me to destroy. In which case, I remember like it was yesterday that I was writing an entry about my first day of school here. Man, how I hated it. I believe I only hated it though because I absolutely refused to enjoy it no matter what they did. But nowadays, I think I'd rather stay here than go off into another freakin 4-A school. This school is really easy compared to my other schools, and I was able to make friends pretty easier too. That goes to show you that you can't judge a book by it's cover. Unless it's the Bible, then most of the world is gonna hate it.
What? You wanna know what happened in Houston? Well, for starters, I went there, and I came back. I'm gonna leave it at that and just be happy that I'm living at the moment. In either case people, if you're like me, and have a bunch of drunk friends at one place you can do two things.
1) Laugh with them, or do whatever they're doing (unless it's something involved with peanut butter, duct tape, and 9 cans of oil), in fact even take this opportunity to learn drunkenese, a language even harder than English! Then when they all pass out drive them out where they need to be so the cops won't throw any 'fines' or 'imprisonment' or any of that nonsense in their face.
2) Get drunk, have a blast, forget what happened the next morning, wake up with your best friend's sister at your side.
You decide.
"...You smell like pea soup." -Homestar Runner