Back from the dead
Ugh, okay people here's the dealio. It's not that I've been neglecting livejournal like usual, but instead the exact opposite. I've been kicked off my computer box and I've been working like a madman to try to get back on. So if you don't like the lack of entries, well, blame my parents.
Although on my past entries it looks like I'm all depressed and stuff, I'm really not folks, I'm surprisingly happy, I just miss my old school friends is all. I doubt I'll ever see them again anyway, so I might as well move on aye? Some of my friends seemed either ticked or sad or both that I'm not on more often, but guys, please cheer up, it's not the end of the world and, I'd really appreciate it if you just sent an email, cause those things rock. Except for spam, spam can suck my toe.
Yesterday I got my license!!! But, heres the deal. According to 'Arkansas' law I can't really drive by myself until I'm 18 and until then I have to have someone 18 years or older in the car with me that has a license. Arkansas, poo on you. Just because I was born on a year that ends with a seven doesn't mean you can just throw these CRAZY laws in my face. So indeed, poo, on, you.
Heres a nice side note, a few weeks ago I lent out my flanel and I finally recieved it today, except now it smells like chick. It's going to take a liter + 1 of Clorox to get that sucka smelling right again. Aha, oh well. At least they don't smell like my socks.
So my friend Zach, you may know him as Lord Zax, tried to put himself in a mental hospital. YOU FOOL! Mental hospitals are for two kinds of people: Murderers who got off trial, or people who hurt themselves a lot. The thing is, he knows what he's doing and he can control it. Zach you fool, it'd suck if you left so don't go or I'll kick you in the face. Yeah, that was just a personal message... Right. He's not crazy people he's just heartbroken so lay off the insults, only I may do that. Isn't it strange how us buddies treat each other? With looove. So Zach you homo you better not leave.
And with that I bring this entry to a close. I'm sorry I can't promise yall any new entries soon, but I'll try my best.
Quote: "The thing with rap music is that they all sing about four things, flashy golden stuff, money, drugs, and women. So once you've heard one you've heard em all my friend. Long live rock." -Me
Although on my past entries it looks like I'm all depressed and stuff, I'm really not folks, I'm surprisingly happy, I just miss my old school friends is all. I doubt I'll ever see them again anyway, so I might as well move on aye? Some of my friends seemed either ticked or sad or both that I'm not on more often, but guys, please cheer up, it's not the end of the world and, I'd really appreciate it if you just sent an email, cause those things rock. Except for spam, spam can suck my toe.
Yesterday I got my license!!! But, heres the deal. According to 'Arkansas' law I can't really drive by myself until I'm 18 and until then I have to have someone 18 years or older in the car with me that has a license. Arkansas, poo on you. Just because I was born on a year that ends with a seven doesn't mean you can just throw these CRAZY laws in my face. So indeed, poo, on, you.
Heres a nice side note, a few weeks ago I lent out my flanel and I finally recieved it today, except now it smells like chick. It's going to take a liter + 1 of Clorox to get that sucka smelling right again. Aha, oh well. At least they don't smell like my socks.
So my friend Zach, you may know him as Lord Zax, tried to put himself in a mental hospital. YOU FOOL! Mental hospitals are for two kinds of people: Murderers who got off trial, or people who hurt themselves a lot. The thing is, he knows what he's doing and he can control it. Zach you fool, it'd suck if you left so don't go or I'll kick you in the face. Yeah, that was just a personal message... Right. He's not crazy people he's just heartbroken so lay off the insults, only I may do that. Isn't it strange how us buddies treat each other? With looove. So Zach you homo you better not leave.
And with that I bring this entry to a close. I'm sorry I can't promise yall any new entries soon, but I'll try my best.
Quote: "The thing with rap music is that they all sing about four things, flashy golden stuff, money, drugs, and women. So once you've heard one you've heard em all my friend. Long live rock." -Me