That's the truth of it
Grounded till Thanksgiving, sweet deal.
I got Friday afternoon to discover that my insane mother went into a house that wasn't hers, waltzed into a room that isn't hers, and took a computer that ( you guessed it ) isn't hers. In case you're slow, MY MOM STOLE THE COMPUTER THAT I PAID FOR IN FULL OUT OF MY ROOM WHEN I WASN'T THERE AS PUNISHMENT FOR THE FIASCO ON FRIDAY. The madness of it all. I'm gonna humor her for a few days, you know, accept the punishment and all. But if she gets crazy ideas like keeping it for any longer than, say, 4 days my sister has offered to use her "18 and over" legal rights to force the return of my machine. Neat.
Show on Thursday was ripshit. Monster Squad kicked ass, LCB kicked even more ass, and the lead singer of the Casualties GOT DECKED IN THE FUCKING FACE ONSTAGE. God bless you, Casey, you crazy freshcut you. Went to KTs apartment afterwards and chilled with the south side kids, plus Rafai, Puddin, and some cool guys from Seattle. God only knows what they came down here for, but they witnessed the coolest thing to happen at a show in recent memory.
Ended up spending the night, skipping school, and getting really wasted. Goddamn, I had a good time. Just like back at Sean's apartment, except I didn't have to sleep in a puddle of mystery fluid.
Had to go to detention this morning, which sucked, but my whole family went to a wedding and I stayed home, which ruled. Walked up to Jack in the Crack to grab a burger, rented "The Rundown" ( the Rock beats up an entire team of offensive linemen ) and hung out at Heather's house for awhile. That was sorta weird, but her mom still likes me so it was alright.
So fucking bored.
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK MASTURBATE TWICE AS MUCH.
I got Friday afternoon to discover that my insane mother went into a house that wasn't hers, waltzed into a room that isn't hers, and took a computer that ( you guessed it ) isn't hers. In case you're slow, MY MOM STOLE THE COMPUTER THAT I PAID FOR IN FULL OUT OF MY ROOM WHEN I WASN'T THERE AS PUNISHMENT FOR THE FIASCO ON FRIDAY. The madness of it all. I'm gonna humor her for a few days, you know, accept the punishment and all. But if she gets crazy ideas like keeping it for any longer than, say, 4 days my sister has offered to use her "18 and over" legal rights to force the return of my machine. Neat.
Show on Thursday was ripshit. Monster Squad kicked ass, LCB kicked even more ass, and the lead singer of the Casualties GOT DECKED IN THE FUCKING FACE ONSTAGE. God bless you, Casey, you crazy freshcut you. Went to KTs apartment afterwards and chilled with the south side kids, plus Rafai, Puddin, and some cool guys from Seattle. God only knows what they came down here for, but they witnessed the coolest thing to happen at a show in recent memory.
Ended up spending the night, skipping school, and getting really wasted. Goddamn, I had a good time. Just like back at Sean's apartment, except I didn't have to sleep in a puddle of mystery fluid.
Had to go to detention this morning, which sucked, but my whole family went to a wedding and I stayed home, which ruled. Walked up to Jack in the Crack to grab a burger, rented "The Rundown" ( the Rock beats up an entire team of offensive linemen ) and hung out at Heather's house for awhile. That was sorta weird, but her mom still likes me so it was alright.
So fucking bored.
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK MASTURBATE TWICE AS MUCH.