Fuck you Buddy Holly.
Well, I'm back and quite awake.
I'm hopefully buying this big piece of black metal from 1980 that my friend Steven calls a van next week. I'm debating living out of it or not. My mom wants me to pay rent now. I don't think I like this idea too much. And if I did decide to stay and pay rent, It would be under my conditions and no one else's. I would be able to have friends over all night long, drink all we like, and smoke to our hearts content inside, instead of out(not that there are many other options for smoking as far as inside and outside goes). I'm cracked out. I really care about Sarah, she's too fucking awesome. Some people I just don't deserve, she is way too nice to me; and it weirds me out. Ah well, that's just me and my weird issues of pride and the such.
I don't know if I still want to go into the Army. And if I don't, I would need to go back to school. There are a lot of things that I need to decide on and then follow through with and get done in the near future.
I still need to go see if I passed my GED or not yet. Then, it is off to see a recruiter, incase I do follow through with the whole Army thing. And then again, I could still go into the Reserves, and get an apartment with a friend here. And speaking of which, almost all of my friends have absolutey no motivation. They seem to be all talk and no action when it comes to shit most of the time. It pisses me off to see people I care about wasting away. And it also pisses me off when people ask me to help them move, pack, clean, etc. don't do much to help at all when you are pouring sweat cleaning out an attic filled with empty beer bottles because they thought they could recycle them for money, a few short hours before you have to goto work, and have not slept yet. That was one long, angry sentence. Yeah, that was annoying.
Any way, back to much happier subjects. I <3 me some Sarah, she rocks. We went to the lake with Shelby today, and ended up going swimming. That was a lot of fun, then we came back to my house, and cuddled in my bed until she had to leave. Then she came back over, and we went to the mall. Wanted to get into a fight with Terry(some jerk off), because he was being a douche, and I guess I get jealous and protective easily. I think that might have upset Sarah a little, don't know. Then we went to Blockbuster and rented Gummo, and we came back to my house and cuddled on the couch and watched it. I miss her. I know, I am pathetic. I could go on for what could easily be a novel about her, but I'll spare anyone who is still reading.
I helped Jess move last night. She now lives in an apartment complex behind the AMC in Lawrenceville. Not to mention the third floor, that wasn't very fun. I had to drive her truck on the last load because Jamie went to sleep, as did Steven. So Jess drove Jamie's car, and I drove Jess's large truck of lame. What a piece, but atleast she has one. At any rate, I'm so happy for her, she is definately on the right track to get to a great place in her life. The place she was living before was not the greatest for her(heroin addict/junkie in general for a land lord). After this, she needs to find a much better job, then get a new car. And well, after that, I guess a good man, and then marriage. She really deserves the best. I can talk to her about anything, and she told me she would do anything for me. I could call her up in two years, and tell her I needed her to be here right now, no matter where the fuck I am, and she would be there. I love her to no end, she is just way too awesome.
Jess and I got to talking, and I thought of this grand idea that probably won't ever happen, but I'll try and come close to it. I want to steal Rocko away, and take him with me to where ever. Just road trip all over the U.S. and maybe even Europe. Just Rocko and myself, all alone together. I love him so much, he is one of the sweetest dogs ever. I've had him since he was born, he's my little boy. I swear he is myself in dog form. Just a sweet little retard. I cuddled with him today, for god knows how long. I guess it's very understandable I was shouting at my mom when she was trying to give Rocko away for a 'trial weekend' to one of her co-workers. I called her co-worker a stupid bitch, and her family abunch of fucks. Then she tried to talk to me about her son and how he wants a dog really bad. I told her that her co-workers son is a stupid little fuck and he should fuck off. And that is an audience friendly version of the incident(happened some time last week).
Well, I've been writing for about a half an hour now, and I really need to go to bed if I'm going to get up in an hour and a half. Good night everyone, wish me luck with whatever I end up doing, until then, drink up I suppose.
I'm hopefully buying this big piece of black metal from 1980 that my friend Steven calls a van next week. I'm debating living out of it or not. My mom wants me to pay rent now. I don't think I like this idea too much. And if I did decide to stay and pay rent, It would be under my conditions and no one else's. I would be able to have friends over all night long, drink all we like, and smoke to our hearts content inside, instead of out(not that there are many other options for smoking as far as inside and outside goes). I'm cracked out. I really care about Sarah, she's too fucking awesome. Some people I just don't deserve, she is way too nice to me; and it weirds me out. Ah well, that's just me and my weird issues of pride and the such.
I don't know if I still want to go into the Army. And if I don't, I would need to go back to school. There are a lot of things that I need to decide on and then follow through with and get done in the near future.
I still need to go see if I passed my GED or not yet. Then, it is off to see a recruiter, incase I do follow through with the whole Army thing. And then again, I could still go into the Reserves, and get an apartment with a friend here. And speaking of which, almost all of my friends have absolutey no motivation. They seem to be all talk and no action when it comes to shit most of the time. It pisses me off to see people I care about wasting away. And it also pisses me off when people ask me to help them move, pack, clean, etc. don't do much to help at all when you are pouring sweat cleaning out an attic filled with empty beer bottles because they thought they could recycle them for money, a few short hours before you have to goto work, and have not slept yet. That was one long, angry sentence. Yeah, that was annoying.
Any way, back to much happier subjects. I <3 me some Sarah, she rocks. We went to the lake with Shelby today, and ended up going swimming. That was a lot of fun, then we came back to my house, and cuddled in my bed until she had to leave. Then she came back over, and we went to the mall. Wanted to get into a fight with Terry(some jerk off), because he was being a douche, and I guess I get jealous and protective easily. I think that might have upset Sarah a little, don't know. Then we went to Blockbuster and rented Gummo, and we came back to my house and cuddled on the couch and watched it. I miss her. I know, I am pathetic. I could go on for what could easily be a novel about her, but I'll spare anyone who is still reading.
I helped Jess move last night. She now lives in an apartment complex behind the AMC in Lawrenceville. Not to mention the third floor, that wasn't very fun. I had to drive her truck on the last load because Jamie went to sleep, as did Steven. So Jess drove Jamie's car, and I drove Jess's large truck of lame. What a piece, but atleast she has one. At any rate, I'm so happy for her, she is definately on the right track to get to a great place in her life. The place she was living before was not the greatest for her(heroin addict/junkie in general for a land lord). After this, she needs to find a much better job, then get a new car. And well, after that, I guess a good man, and then marriage. She really deserves the best. I can talk to her about anything, and she told me she would do anything for me. I could call her up in two years, and tell her I needed her to be here right now, no matter where the fuck I am, and she would be there. I love her to no end, she is just way too awesome.
Jess and I got to talking, and I thought of this grand idea that probably won't ever happen, but I'll try and come close to it. I want to steal Rocko away, and take him with me to where ever. Just road trip all over the U.S. and maybe even Europe. Just Rocko and myself, all alone together. I love him so much, he is one of the sweetest dogs ever. I've had him since he was born, he's my little boy. I swear he is myself in dog form. Just a sweet little retard. I cuddled with him today, for god knows how long. I guess it's very understandable I was shouting at my mom when she was trying to give Rocko away for a 'trial weekend' to one of her co-workers. I called her co-worker a stupid bitch, and her family abunch of fucks. Then she tried to talk to me about her son and how he wants a dog really bad. I told her that her co-workers son is a stupid little fuck and he should fuck off. And that is an audience friendly version of the incident(happened some time last week).
Well, I've been writing for about a half an hour now, and I really need to go to bed if I'm going to get up in an hour and a half. Good night everyone, wish me luck with whatever I end up doing, until then, drink up I suppose.