so.....
finals are a week away, i don't know what the fuck to do, i might end up losing my chancellor's scholarship. i don't understand either because i'm actually fucking trying this semester, and it's just like, fuck dude. i don't know. plus i more than likely won't be able to attend logan's play because eric informed me about a last minute show friday night, and we kind of have to do all that we can right now, so it sucks. sorry dude. i promise i'll try to make it up to you.
fuck me sideways with a goddamned pineapple full of razorblades and AIDS. i hate life. see this is the cool thing about having a different mood like every five minutes. it keeps life interesting. if this keeps up i should be ready to kill myself anyday now. *NOTE: THAT WAS A SARCASTIC REMARK, DON'T GO TELLING YOUR SCHOOL COUNSELLOR OR SOME BULLSHIT.
i'm just content with knowing that i should be getting that eagle tattoo within the next week or so, plus i went today and bought my tux for whitney's prom, it's all black. johnny cash as fuck. it is awesome, trust me. and if i must say so myself, i believe that i make a black suit look pretty goddamned good. but i actually enjoy dressing in suits sometimes.
i guess the trip to the jazz festival in hot springs will be cool. i guess i'm kind of looking forward to it because it's an outside gig, and playing outside is usually pretty fun. plus i heartell that we'll be playing beside some pretty waterfall and the sound people at this deal are pretty good.
you know what pisses me off? when people bitch at me for smoking. i had like three people yesterday tell me i was going to die of cancer. that pisses me off really bad. i mean it's not like i've not had friends and relatives die from cancer and all of that. it's not like i don't know the risk. it's like someone else is trying to make my choices for me, and i'm just thinking leave me the fuck alone, i'll smoke if i want to, and if it kills me i guess that's tough shit. FUCK. goddamn i wish people would just lay off sometimes. it's like no matter what you do, people will always have something to bitch at you about, and it's fucking pathetic. get a life. especially if i'm walking at the YMCA smoking a cigarette and you're some fatass bitch sitting on a swing drinking a soda yelling at me going "WHAT THE HELL?! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET IN SHAPE IF YOU'RE SMOKING?!?!?!?!" how the fuck are you going to going to get in shape sitting there on a swing drinking soda you fucking obese cunt. shut the fuck up. at least i'm fucking trying. goddamned white trash gothic cut your wrists looking ass bitch trying to tell me i'm not going to get in shape smoking fuck that sack of horse shit.
goddamn dude, fuck life.
Curtis
fuck me sideways with a goddamned pineapple full of razorblades and AIDS. i hate life. see this is the cool thing about having a different mood like every five minutes. it keeps life interesting. if this keeps up i should be ready to kill myself anyday now. *NOTE: THAT WAS A SARCASTIC REMARK, DON'T GO TELLING YOUR SCHOOL COUNSELLOR OR SOME BULLSHIT.
i'm just content with knowing that i should be getting that eagle tattoo within the next week or so, plus i went today and bought my tux for whitney's prom, it's all black. johnny cash as fuck. it is awesome, trust me. and if i must say so myself, i believe that i make a black suit look pretty goddamned good. but i actually enjoy dressing in suits sometimes.
i guess the trip to the jazz festival in hot springs will be cool. i guess i'm kind of looking forward to it because it's an outside gig, and playing outside is usually pretty fun. plus i heartell that we'll be playing beside some pretty waterfall and the sound people at this deal are pretty good.
you know what pisses me off? when people bitch at me for smoking. i had like three people yesterday tell me i was going to die of cancer. that pisses me off really bad. i mean it's not like i've not had friends and relatives die from cancer and all of that. it's not like i don't know the risk. it's like someone else is trying to make my choices for me, and i'm just thinking leave me the fuck alone, i'll smoke if i want to, and if it kills me i guess that's tough shit. FUCK. goddamn i wish people would just lay off sometimes. it's like no matter what you do, people will always have something to bitch at you about, and it's fucking pathetic. get a life. especially if i'm walking at the YMCA smoking a cigarette and you're some fatass bitch sitting on a swing drinking a soda yelling at me going "WHAT THE HELL?! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET IN SHAPE IF YOU'RE SMOKING?!?!?!?!" how the fuck are you going to going to get in shape sitting there on a swing drinking soda you fucking obese cunt. shut the fuck up. at least i'm fucking trying. goddamned white trash gothic cut your wrists looking ass bitch trying to tell me i'm not going to get in shape smoking fuck that sack of horse shit.
goddamn dude, fuck life.
Curtis