fuck the world
Ok, so today started off cool..
you know, woke up at 6:50, picked up alexa, drove to school, and yea..
i guess 6th period, while doing my trademark action at school (playing guitar in the hallway) i was asked by my counciler (sp.) and she said that i need to get a new math class because my teacher let me pass with a 60 (i really got like a 58 or something) and that i need to pass one more semester of math to graduate. So, she said to drop out of constructio, move to Work 2, and take consumer math. I immiately (sp.) said well fuck that mess. So i continues to rock out.
Got home for dinner, and all my parents did was bitch at me about not caring about shit. Ive been in algebra 2 for 3 semesters now, it is fucking boring, so i just lay my head down, while still paying attention.. I guess im so talented that my parents believe that i cant do both. They are going to call the fucking school, and make them send a weekly progress report fucking shit, and all its gonna fucking say is that i fucking dont give a flying fuckin shit about anything. My parents then told me that i cant just play guitar all my life, and that i need to work for money, and that id never amount to anything. They started to yell and bitch about me and i blacked out. All i remember is being in my room, my parents banging on the door, sitting and holding a broken cd and holding it to my forearm. I started to punch everything i could see and broke one of my guitars over my tv, threw shrapnel against the walls, and carved 'FUCK YOU' in it. Then, got on my computer, and blasted death metal until i couldn't hear. my ears are still ringing, and i dont give a shit if i go deaf or not.
and so yea, i guess i am a bit on the psycho side today, hope tommorrow is a better day.
-kevin
you know, woke up at 6:50, picked up alexa, drove to school, and yea..
i guess 6th period, while doing my trademark action at school (playing guitar in the hallway) i was asked by my counciler (sp.) and she said that i need to get a new math class because my teacher let me pass with a 60 (i really got like a 58 or something) and that i need to pass one more semester of math to graduate. So, she said to drop out of constructio, move to Work 2, and take consumer math. I immiately (sp.) said well fuck that mess. So i continues to rock out.
Got home for dinner, and all my parents did was bitch at me about not caring about shit. Ive been in algebra 2 for 3 semesters now, it is fucking boring, so i just lay my head down, while still paying attention.. I guess im so talented that my parents believe that i cant do both. They are going to call the fucking school, and make them send a weekly progress report fucking shit, and all its gonna fucking say is that i fucking dont give a flying fuckin shit about anything. My parents then told me that i cant just play guitar all my life, and that i need to work for money, and that id never amount to anything. They started to yell and bitch about me and i blacked out. All i remember is being in my room, my parents banging on the door, sitting and holding a broken cd and holding it to my forearm. I started to punch everything i could see and broke one of my guitars over my tv, threw shrapnel against the walls, and carved 'FUCK YOU' in it. Then, got on my computer, and blasted death metal until i couldn't hear. my ears are still ringing, and i dont give a shit if i go deaf or not.
and so yea, i guess i am a bit on the psycho side today, hope tommorrow is a better day.
-kevin