maybe we'll make something, me myself i got nothing to prove. and i had a feeling i could be someone
hot damn. in a week. so much has happened. but what??
ok, so i saw dillinger escape plan again. they're so great. the plan: me and amitski had a party favor before to enhance crazy lights and sounds that come out of crazy band. achieved? meh.
henry can't shift. orthrelm...orthelem....ojfvblasdifrvbsirm? whatever, the guitar and drums... was kinda crazy, v. interesting. your friends enemies took wayyyyyyyyy too long, they needed to just get on with it. like my friend and his D12 song "wasting my high" or whatever. the locust took a while to set up too, but not as bad as y.f.e., and it was actually worth it. they are crazy motherfuckers. v. interesting as well. then.....finally..... my loverly dillinger boys. woo! sadly the party favors were wearing off, the doors were closed, and the upper part of the upstairs of the palladium was ugh. suddenly felt beyond sick, was weirdest fucking feeling ever. but then sat down and peeked through the bars, and all was well. sadly this singer guy could not sing like the lovely mike patton (but got sounds of satan down good), but they played pig latin and when good dogs do bad things!!!! ooo, love when good dogs do bad things so so much.
went home and got to spend time with the family. saw mer's show, she was awesome no doubt. got to spend some nice time with my pops, and we got to eat at on the border, MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!! yum, i love it.
more talk because, hell, it's been a week. CHEMISTRY = SUCK
my advisor ass lady told me "you have to take chem to fill this goal," but uh hello???? first of all, no i don't! and second: this retard is just now taking general math, that's right, the math course that they felt they didn't need to give any credits for becasue the people taking it were too dumb to notice. first thing chem teacher says is course is all ALGEBRA. durrr.
fuck that shit, took matters into own hands and through much hunting/trial and error/huge disappoinments/realization of what a huge moron i am, i got into another class!!! 9th time's a charm, ya? gender across culture, is v. good, i enjoy! have to wake up early, but is ok, becasue is good stuff, and most excellent teacher (complete with funny english accent).
my ma told me "i wish you wouldn't say you're dumb so much, you may not be that gifted when it comes to math, but you're good at other things."
so thanks to all the people and things that tell me i'm dumb. i know it, i'll be the first to admit it, which is why you don't need to rub it in s'damned much. kiss my ass. i'm a self-proclaimed dork, moron, jackass, fruitcake, goofball, etc. there, i beat you to it.
today was a pretty darn good day. one of those days that makes you feel so happy that you can't help but be absolutely fruity as hell. like last year. i got the class, had some funny conversations, dealt with only good people, watched some the great muppet caper, knitted, started my sis's donnas mix cd, saw a funny comedian, got all buff at the gym, etc.
sigh, what to do.
i love you.
when will dreams come true.