so i thought i'd write one really long entry

[mopun]

so when mr. barse came to get me out of 6th period to talk to Sverck, i thought it was going to be about getting the big video screen thingy in the media center. but when i got to his office, there were like six adults staring at me asking for answers. that was loads of fun. i couldn't help but smile, really. and then at international night, mr. sverck wanted to talk to me about the improv banner i made to defuse the fake walkout, and he was so damn close to my face i almost vomited. and then i saw jeff breakdance, and he was pretty fucking good, i mean he said that he broke-danced, but i had no idea. he's built like a square. he's as thick as he is tall. my little brother took a message that i have a job interview monday at 3:30. however, he didn't catch the name of the people wanting to interview me. or where it was. or what is was for. if molly hubbs wasn't such a hater, i would really call him a fag right about now. but oh mother fucking well. we went to meredith's house for like three seconds.. just long enough to see her hot brother, and then we had to go home and now allison and molly hubbs arent answering their phones, and i'm bored as shit cuz it's only 11:12 or something i think my computer clock is wrong. so i thought i'd just entertain myself by doing the livejournal thing again. i have like real shit i could be taking care of but its too late and im too tired so fuck that. mother fucker hell. if i dont get a job, ill shoot myself in the mother helling fucker face. funny how the most innocent people turn out to be rapists. and no matter what you hear about roofies, i am not referring to myself. i wonder how long i could just keep typing this bullshit and read it as i type and know itll be the only time anyone ever reads it, unless like Rachel reads it. the longer i go on, the less likely it becomes someone actually read it. hey, if you've made it this far, get a life. fuck that shit. im the one that needs a motherfucking life. i would feel better right now if i had food. i went running today. not for long, just tracks 2-5 (sean paul, baby, snoop, roger). i ran up the road and into the woods, where i scraped up my legs and got mud everywhere. not too successful. allison just texted me to tell me she was going home. well then. i guess so. maybe i should just go to sleep. then i could run in the morning. runnning makes me feel better about eating like a damn mother fucking pig. im a healthy person. tight. i spent mother fucking ten dollars on fucking dinner asshole shit. fuck. i need a job. i hate my little brother. if you're still reading now, just go kill yourself. ill help.

keep the 28th open. party time. as in not really a party.