The Last 24 Hours
Today is August 24th. The day's record that I began "Today is June 14th," was written without any thought that I may be remembering it when I had to write a record for a date two months and ten days later. The past two months and ten days have been interesting and special to me, if not enjoyable; I am prepared if not content to move on. The amount I've done, and the amount I've felt is absolutely mind-blowing. This summer...this short, whiney-emo summer has been memorable in new ways. With tomorrow's events still to look foreward to, I am prepared for the new year, and rather curious as to where it will take me. Within only the past twelve months, things have already changed more than I could have imagined. Now another year at BHS. Death agony. Yeah. I have no idea...but it looks like I'm along for the ride. All the way.
Most of today was boring. I drove for two hours in the afternoon. I came home from driving feeling very grumpy, and very fatigued. I drank coffee with mom and yiayia all afternoon. Sam, Joe, and Danny stopped by in the evening...and brought at friend along with them...in a pick-up. Said friend was a creepy little inbred hick man. Here's how creepy little inbred hick man came to become part of our lives:
....So yeah...our guy was playing with his metal detector on Burton field, when Sam thought it might be amusing to chuck a quarter at his head. The coin nails him square on. Danny's wearing a bright tie dye shirt and stands out like a fucking xenon flasher. The redneck pegs the coin on Danny and decides to follow the group home, to give them trouble. Well, seeings as how they were in the neighborhood, Sam, Joe, and Danny decided this would be a good time to pay me a visit. They walk across to my house, and I come to my door. I am surprised when a shitty pickup pulls up in front of my house, and Bubba inside shouts a, "Good! Now I know where you live!" I find this amusing. How the bad shit always happens to me. How I always get shot in the MY ass. How the wasps always seem to mass attack ME! How vengeful white trash is lead back to MY house, of which he believes DANNY is an inhabitant.
Danny's dad agreed to take us to the midnight movie tonight. We wanted to see Clockwork Orange, but daddy flynn thought it was too violent. We ended up seeing Rushmore, which was really good, but almost gave me an anxeity attack. For most of the movie, I wanted to brutally murder the main character. I felt a lot better about everything after the movie, though. The holes this kid dug for himself turned the volume down on everything else. I was really glad I got to go to one more midnight movie. Again I emphasize that I LOVE Royal Oak...especially at night. I'll miss it a lot this year. But there will be Friday nights. It won't be the same. It will be cold and dark and wet. Winter in Michigan is a bitch. All 8 months of it. It really makes the summer worth enjoying. That's the only way I can look at it without getting myself down.
Most of today was boring. I drove for two hours in the afternoon. I came home from driving feeling very grumpy, and very fatigued. I drank coffee with mom and yiayia all afternoon. Sam, Joe, and Danny stopped by in the evening...and brought at friend along with them...in a pick-up. Said friend was a creepy little inbred hick man. Here's how creepy little inbred hick man came to become part of our lives:
....So yeah...our guy was playing with his metal detector on Burton field, when Sam thought it might be amusing to chuck a quarter at his head. The coin nails him square on. Danny's wearing a bright tie dye shirt and stands out like a fucking xenon flasher. The redneck pegs the coin on Danny and decides to follow the group home, to give them trouble. Well, seeings as how they were in the neighborhood, Sam, Joe, and Danny decided this would be a good time to pay me a visit. They walk across to my house, and I come to my door. I am surprised when a shitty pickup pulls up in front of my house, and Bubba inside shouts a, "Good! Now I know where you live!" I find this amusing. How the bad shit always happens to me. How I always get shot in the MY ass. How the wasps always seem to mass attack ME! How vengeful white trash is lead back to MY house, of which he believes DANNY is an inhabitant.
Danny's dad agreed to take us to the midnight movie tonight. We wanted to see Clockwork Orange, but daddy flynn thought it was too violent. We ended up seeing Rushmore, which was really good, but almost gave me an anxeity attack. For most of the movie, I wanted to brutally murder the main character. I felt a lot better about everything after the movie, though. The holes this kid dug for himself turned the volume down on everything else. I was really glad I got to go to one more midnight movie. Again I emphasize that I LOVE Royal Oak...especially at night. I'll miss it a lot this year. But there will be Friday nights. It won't be the same. It will be cold and dark and wet. Winter in Michigan is a bitch. All 8 months of it. It really makes the summer worth enjoying. That's the only way I can look at it without getting myself down.