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Hey you guys, thanks for commenting on my senseless ramblings. It was good stuff. So, I guess I'll start writing in my journal again just for the hell of it. I guess I'll begin with this thought that I had today. I was considering taking all of my old entries and simultaneously posting them again in order. Like reruns on tv, but not nearly as sweet. I don't know when it's going to take place, but i'll do it out of nowhere, and confuse the hell out of everybody. (and by everybody, i mean the five people that read my journal.) But as for now, I suppose i will just tell my day and all of that boring shit. Well, on Monday, my ex-girlfriend Ashley had her child which so many people say is mine for so many logical reasons. But, her parents hate me to the point where they would disown her if they found out it was my offspring, so she just tells me and so many other people that it was some mysterious kid's child. I try my best to keep in touch with her, but most of the time to no avail. I don't know what else I can do. I feel as though it's my responsibility, and I would like it to be, but whatever. Apparently, it's not going to happen as much as I care about someone. The kid was born on April 26th and that's fucken tight. Reminds me of that Sublime song, which the date was mentioned in, in reference to the riots in '92. Mmm, music, you are my only safe haven. I love you most of all. But back to what I was saying...I talked to her on the phone while she was at the hospital, but she had to cut it short...ehhh. Anyways, I should get off that topic. It gives me this weird feeling in my stomach. So....I went to ticketmaster to get some Pepper tickets today. After getting the tickets, it comes to my attention that the show is 18 +. Well doesn't that just fucken rock? Well, considering the undeniable fact that I am but 16 years of age...it wasn't rocking too much for me. So I came back here, went to the pepper site, went to The Magic Bag site, I called ticketmaster, called Marshall Fields, went to the ticketmaster site, and called the magic bag info line to see if the show was really 18 +, because it said that on no site, and not even on ticketmaster. But no fucking luck. So I had to drag my lazy arse back up to the ticketmaster in the mall to see what the fuck was up. I waited for 20 minutes. The ticketmaster is to close at 8:30, and at this time it is 8:25. Finally, I am assisted. I am very polite, and I ask what was up with the show. She returned my politeness(I don't think that's a word) with much generosity. She made mad calls for me, and she like over-rid the fucking system for me. It was sweet. She was like "we normally don't and can't do this, but I feel for you." So, on the spot, I got a complete cash refund (no store credit bullshit) including the service charge. It made me oh so happy. So happy to the point where I wrote a novel about it in my livejournal. What Else happened today? Oh yeah, Renae got this 800 dollar system in a shitty ass tempo. It's quite possibly the funniest thing since Denis Leary's "No Cure for Cancer." It's one of the best systems that I have ever heard (no joke) and it's just so funny. The car leaks gas, and is like rusted and stuff. It once broke down in an intersection of two main roads. It sucked. But anyways though, like when you hear a system, you normally turn around to see a nice ass, shiny, new car, but not this time. You turn around to see a dull colored rusty tempo that is putt-ing down the street. No offense Renae, your car still rules. Even more so now. Hmm, what else? Oh yeah, I'm the president of SADD, so like tomorrow we are having this little thing at out school called "dressed up not messed up," which means that you have to get all dressed up and go to school, and it also pledges that you won't get fucked up over prom weekend. It's lame, and you think I would not have to dress up being president, but he wants me to most of all. Also, on Tuesday, I have to go to a board meeting (I am bringing my accomplice Tony Lukitsh) to present the money that SADD acquired over this week for child abuse awareness week. We had a bunch of money, but some kid stole it yesterday when we had a (woman) substitute teacher that looked like Stan Warchock. The person also stole my teacher's camcorder, but the dumbass was trying to sell it in school today, so he got it back. But godamn, some people are fucking ignorant, you know? Anyways, enough about ignorant people. Fuck, I am pissed about not being able to go to Pepper. They are so good. They sound alot like sublime, and were also signed by sublime's record label Skunk Records. On top of that, http://www.sublimearchive.com is helping promote them alot. It's great. If you wanna download some songs by them, I am definitely not obligating you to...but "give it up" is a good song, along with "sitting on the curb" and "office" amonst so many others. They aren't as hardcore as Sublime, and are kinda more laid back and more reggae, but it defintely gets my rocks off. You know what else gets my rocks off? AGAINST ME! they are so fucking good, my god dude. But yeah, so is NoFX. It sucks arse though, because NoFX won't play shows in Michigan, so I have to go to Cleveland, Ohio to see them. Trust me, it'll be worth it. But yeah, I don't even remember what I was talking about. Umm, I don't know...I don't have court ordered counseling tomorrow because I was supposed to go to the Pepper show, but I am not going, so I have a day off from probation. So it's tight. I hope I do something cool. Like hang with Renae or some shit. Maybe kick back a brew and relax...listen to some good music in the process, of course. I can see it now...bonging a beer and listening to Pepper, and crying. Fuck 18 + shows, lol. But Friday, it should be a good day. I get out of school at one of the clock of course. But I declined when I was invited to go to prom, so I am hoping to just kick it with Emily(james_bondage_x) until prom lets out, then kick it with Renae, Melissa, Em, Ja, and some more people. Whoa, the word box is messing up. I think I should stop now. I bet my fucking entry is not gonna send again. shit. Umm take it easy.