Wishing You Could Set It Right
stolen cars and flooding pools what a fucking weekend.
first off i found out that i'm not dying which i tend to consider a good thing. i do however have to go to the doctor's once a week for quite some time which does not make me love life.
on a good note my mom bought me three new pairs of shoes today confirming the fact that she is a better human than most people on earth. that and the fact that she wants a pair of red converse high tops and if i ever make money in my life i will most definitely buy them for her.
so now to tell you about my weekend...
FRIDAY: aced my lit sem quiz though i hadn't read the whole act... i haven't decided if that makes me a shitty person or just incredibly smart and somewhat crafty. the rest of the day was boring as fuck but i got to leave early and went to Mexico. okay fine not real Mexico but some ghetto where the majority of the population were Mexican. does that make me sound racist? i hope not. moving on. at 6:30pm i came home, got ready and went to Hollywood. i met up with some people, drank and went to the Key Club. we got in for free as the door man snuck us in during his shift change. it's people like that that restore my faith in humanity. buck o nine, slick shoes, 51 fifty, B9 and some band i'd never heard of were playing. after that i got a ride home and watched the ring with my mom cause that's my life.
SATURDAY: i wake up to my mom barging in saying the police are here because my brother's car's been stolen. so yes my brother's car was stolen during the night.. or morning i guess it would be. but it's actually okay because he wanted to get a new car anyway and since he can't drive for another month and a half somehow it's perfect timing. so anyway this one officer comes over to get all the information [that reminds me of: "what's in altadena? ...violence!" good life] and then my mom leaves and i'm home alone and it's raining. if i had a car i would've taken it down to rite aid to buy some hair dye, but since my brother's car was stolen, my dad's car is at the airport and my mom took her car.. i had no car. that was sad. instead i cleaned my room and fish tank and took a roll of pictures and watched lots of tv. then my mom came home with chinese food which was the best thing in the world. we watched road to perdition, which was good and sad, but good. then my pool started to overflow and the drainage pipe broke so my mom and i were out there with buckets draining the pool like champs. the problem... the combination of that and the chinese food i thought was so grand made me throw up and then i went to sleep.
SUNDAY: nothing fun ever happens on sundays didn't you know.
first off i found out that i'm not dying which i tend to consider a good thing. i do however have to go to the doctor's once a week for quite some time which does not make me love life.
on a good note my mom bought me three new pairs of shoes today confirming the fact that she is a better human than most people on earth. that and the fact that she wants a pair of red converse high tops and if i ever make money in my life i will most definitely buy them for her.
so now to tell you about my weekend...
FRIDAY: aced my lit sem quiz though i hadn't read the whole act... i haven't decided if that makes me a shitty person or just incredibly smart and somewhat crafty. the rest of the day was boring as fuck but i got to leave early and went to Mexico. okay fine not real Mexico but some ghetto where the majority of the population were Mexican. does that make me sound racist? i hope not. moving on. at 6:30pm i came home, got ready and went to Hollywood. i met up with some people, drank and went to the Key Club. we got in for free as the door man snuck us in during his shift change. it's people like that that restore my faith in humanity. buck o nine, slick shoes, 51 fifty, B9 and some band i'd never heard of were playing. after that i got a ride home and watched the ring with my mom cause that's my life.
SATURDAY: i wake up to my mom barging in saying the police are here because my brother's car's been stolen. so yes my brother's car was stolen during the night.. or morning i guess it would be. but it's actually okay because he wanted to get a new car anyway and since he can't drive for another month and a half somehow it's perfect timing. so anyway this one officer comes over to get all the information [that reminds me of: "what's in altadena? ...violence!" good life] and then my mom leaves and i'm home alone and it's raining. if i had a car i would've taken it down to rite aid to buy some hair dye, but since my brother's car was stolen, my dad's car is at the airport and my mom took her car.. i had no car. that was sad. instead i cleaned my room and fish tank and took a roll of pictures and watched lots of tv. then my mom came home with chinese food which was the best thing in the world. we watched road to perdition, which was good and sad, but good. then my pool started to overflow and the drainage pipe broke so my mom and i were out there with buckets draining the pool like champs. the problem... the combination of that and the chinese food i thought was so grand made me throw up and then i went to sleep.
SUNDAY: nothing fun ever happens on sundays didn't you know.