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It seems harder to rant in livejournal than it used to be. But I'll do my best. I really can't decide how things have been going lately. My schedule seems to be pretty good. I'm out of Government and Economics and I'll never have to go back to Ms. Clark's class again. And I celebrated. I have Mattina 4th period now instead of 6th period. I really miss talking to Cualante. He's a gnarly little guy. I really hate Physics. And I hate all the stupid bullshit assignments she gives us. I'm getting mad thinking about it. Next topic. I'm 18 now. I turned 18 the day after Christmas. During that week all the band geeks were in San Antonio. Anyway, I partied with my other friends, who I seem to spend the majority of my time with now anyways. They made my birthday fun. But yeah, I haven't been hanging out with people that go to my school at all. Except for Kyle, and he's always over at Jeremy's anyway. But yeah, this can be attributed to the fact that Scott and the Succubus are dating once again and she hates my guts. So I don't even get called. I didn't talk to Scott the ENTIRE BREAK. I tried calling him on multiple occasions. I left messages. That motherfucker never once tried to call me back. Never called to say Happy New Year or to invite me to his little New Year's Bash. But it's all good, because I hate that stupid bitch too. Christmas break was gnarly. I didn't do a damn thing. I got high a bunch. It was fun. Next topic. Lately, I've been trying to quit smoking again. And it's hard, damn it. You guys just don't understand. I'm constantly so tense and stressed out. I honestly want to hit some people with baseball bats sometimes. It just doesn't work out. Either they're already aggravating me and then they say something that pushes me over or they just go ahead and say something that pushes me over. I amaze even myself with my patience and self control. Nicotine is a bitch. Don't let it control you. Next topic. Why have attractive, cool single females suddenly seemed to dwindle here lately? Is it really that fucking hard to find a chick that would be suitable for hanging out with and possibly dating? It's ridiculous. It's gotten to the point where I feel like I have one final push and then I'll just end up giving up and smoking every day. Every day. I'll buy my own bong, and sit up in my damn room and toke. All day. I swear. And nobody wants that. Wait, I'm confused. Next topic. Let's run through the Chain of Hoops John has to jump through really soon that he's really, really fucking excited about. He's crawling out of his fucking skin he's so excited. First, he has to go take a Defensive Driving course. And pay 35 motherfucking dollars to take it. Then, he has to go back up to the police station and get his driver's license back. Then he has to go renew his driver's license AND his tag. Because he got 2 tickets Friday. Expired license and expired tag. I have a suspended license, I'm supposed to get arrested. Whenever he gets all that shit done, he can start looking for a job and then sometime in February, he has to take his car and shit somewhere, he doesn't know, for the work orders he got. That day I got those 2 tickets was day 5 of not smoking. I couldnt't take it, I bought a pack, I'm trying to wean myself off. The next few days are gonna be rough again. Back to the issue about females, because I'm getting mad again. It's frustrating. It seems like you have everything figured out and then BAM! Life throws you a curveball. John doesn't like curveballs. Life throws John too many curveballs. John wants one pitched underhand. Why can't they be pitched underhand? It's like I have Roger fucking Clemens throwing me curveballs hardcore. (Why can't Windows Media Player find a decent fucking song to play? There are like 450. God damnit.) I need my grandma throwing me soft underhand lobs. I can fucking smash those. However, it does not work out this way.
It seems harder to rant in livejournal than it used to be. But I'll do my best. I really can't decide how things have been going lately. My schedule seems to be pretty good. I'm out of Government and Economics and I'll never have to go back to Ms. Clark's class again. And I celebrated. I have Mattina 4th period now instead of 6th period. I really miss talking to Cualante. He's a gnarly little guy. I really hate Physics. And I hate all the stupid bullshit assignments she gives us. I'm getting mad thinking about it. Next topic. I'm 18 now. I turned 18 the day after Christmas. During that week all the band geeks were in San Antonio. Anyway, I partied with my other friends, who I seem to spend the majority of my time with now anyways. They made my birthday fun. But yeah, I haven't been hanging out with people that go to my school at all. Except for Kyle, and he's always over at Jeremy's anyway. But yeah, this can be attributed to the fact that Scott and the Succubus are dating once again and she hates my guts. So I don't even get called. I didn't talk to Scott the ENTIRE BREAK. I tried calling him on multiple occasions. I left messages. That motherfucker never once tried to call me back. Never called to say Happy New Year or to invite me to his little New Year's Bash. But it's all good, because I hate that stupid bitch too. Christmas break was gnarly. I didn't do a damn thing. I got high a bunch. It was fun. Next topic. Lately, I've been trying to quit smoking again. And it's hard, damn it. You guys just don't understand. I'm constantly so tense and stressed out. I honestly want to hit some people with baseball bats sometimes. It just doesn't work out. Either they're already aggravating me and then they say something that pushes me over or they just go ahead and say something that pushes me over. I amaze even myself with my patience and self control. Nicotine is a bitch. Don't let it control you. Next topic. Why have attractive, cool single females suddenly seemed to dwindle here lately? Is it really that fucking hard to find a chick that would be suitable for hanging out with and possibly dating? It's ridiculous. It's gotten to the point where I feel like I have one final push and then I'll just end up giving up and smoking every day. Every day. I'll buy my own bong, and sit up in my damn room and toke. All day. I swear. And nobody wants that. Wait, I'm confused. Next topic. Let's run through the Chain of Hoops John has to jump through really soon that he's really, really fucking excited about. He's crawling out of his fucking skin he's so excited. First, he has to go take a Defensive Driving course. And pay 35 motherfucking dollars to take it. Then, he has to go back up to the police station and get his driver's license back. Then he has to go renew his driver's license AND his tag. Because he got 2 tickets Friday. Expired license and expired tag. I have a suspended license, I'm supposed to get arrested. Whenever he gets all that shit done, he can start looking for a job and then sometime in February, he has to take his car and shit somewhere, he doesn't know, for the work orders he got. That day I got those 2 tickets was day 5 of not smoking. I couldnt't take it, I bought a pack, I'm trying to wean myself off. The next few days are gonna be rough again. Back to the issue about females, because I'm getting mad again. It's frustrating. It seems like you have everything figured out and then BAM! Life throws you a curveball. John doesn't like curveballs. Life throws John too many curveballs. John wants one pitched underhand. Why can't they be pitched underhand? It's like I have Roger fucking Clemens throwing me curveballs hardcore. (Why can't Windows Media Player find a decent fucking song to play? There are like 450. God damnit.) I need my grandma throwing me soft underhand lobs. I can fucking smash those. However, it does not work out this way.