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today was kinda good and kinda shitty.
first i went to school till fourth, then i called my mother and was like i want to leave, so i am going to call from the office and get a pass port. well i have never done that befor, i just leave, so i go attendence. the bitch there was like why do you need a passport. i was like ummm i dont feel good.... so she tells me to go to the clinic. i go there and the fucking attendence bitch calls the clinic to tell her that there is nothing wrong with me, to send me back to class. i was like fuck that, so i left. i went past steves house but he wasnt there so i went to stephs and we went to get pizza. that was semi good, i think i ate to much, and she is not in the best of moods today, the whole jail, rehab thing is really getting her down. but who wouldnt it get down. steph, allow me to tell you that we will all be there with a big doob, ready when you get out. i mean we will have like a 3oz joint thats a foot long waiting with your name written on it in big black marker, well maybe we should use something else, at least check to make sure that its not toxic or anything. then we are going to smoke and get good and high to celebrate your return to freedom. we are and forever will be there for you. i just thought that i would make that very clear. then i went back to class. well sorta, i really went to sarahs class, and pointed out all of joeys mistakes. i think its kinda odd of me to do that sence i have never played the chelo in my life. i dont think that i even spelled the word right let alone would be able to make noise that sounded nice come out of that thing. give me something to hit and i can make a nifty little beat to it, give me something with more then one note and i freak all out, my fingers lock all up and i dance around in little circles. thats just the way that i am. there is nothing that anyone can do about it, i am a drummer, and i am going to be a drummer till i am no longer a drummer, or untill there is nothing to drum on, and then there will be a table or a chair or a desk or a stearing wheel. no matter what happens i will always be who i am for whatever reason that i am this way. i cant help it and neither can you, so just stop fucking trying. after school let out me and sarah walked to my car and then went to the park. i really enjoy that 15 minutes that we sit and do nothing but talk, its relaxing and quiet. its to bad to see the woods being torn down...so many good memories in there. thats prolly why thay are tearing it down. they must have found buried roaches out the ass or something. thats all besides the point. i found a roach in my car today. that was kool, i smoked it, that was kool, i got high, that was kool, i ate pizza, that was kool too. then sarah asked me what i was going to be doing this summer. i told her that i would be working like three jobs, and still ill find the time to go out and do stupid shit, cause thats what i do. my body is used to getting up at fucking 7am and working in the ungodly heat untill 3 o-clock and then going home taking a shower and getting dressed to go and work at the restraunt with my ungodly mamager bitch thing hounding me, and then going out and getting high, drunk and loopy, and then driving home and going to bed. then i am all reved up to go out and do it all over again the next day. either i am a very lucky person with a very adaptive body, or i am a very persistant person that refuses to give up so that i can live a comrortable night life...you have got me on that one, but rest assured that i have time for everything and everyone that i want to have time for. and if i run out of time...ill be 18 so ill have time for everything! even if i have to pull and all nighter! hellz yeah! its kinda of scarey that i will be 18, but at the same time its going to kick so much ass. my father has already said that i could do pretty much whatever i wanted to do. his words were that as long as i dont come wondering into the house at 3am drunk as hell making a lot of noise, its all good. however if i do make a lot of noise, he would kick my ass. so i ask, if i come home at 3 am drunk as fuck but i remain quiet, is it okay. he said, yeah sure. you will be 18, i will no longer have controle over the direction that your life goes in. i thought that that was kool. it seems fair to me. hmmm. i have been giving alot of thought to things that i havent done and things that i want to do again. there isnt really anything that i regret, though there are many things that i would have done if give the option to do then agian. but i cant hold and greivences or have any regrets. thats the way that i try to live my life. i could want to change the past forever and a day, with all of my pathetic little heart, and in truth it would be a total waste of effort, so why try to change the stars. nothing is going to help to make the past seem better then it really is. we are who we are and there is nothign that we can do about it. the past is the past and the future is left up to the imagination of the aliens that controle the strings that make the puppetts arms move. and even then we are only a small little marble in the bag of universes that account for the vastness of time and space. i cant say that there is an end of nothing or a begining and just because there is no god, doesnt mean the he can take his place. i think that i am going to quote that movie for the next three hundred years and ten days. start counting. today was the last night it was showing, and thats a bummer. get the dvd. im thinking that there is nothing else to say, i feal like shit, and i have like 3 years of anatomy to do. like ill do it but hey its all good. ehh i should do it. fuck that.
first i went to school till fourth, then i called my mother and was like i want to leave, so i am going to call from the office and get a pass port. well i have never done that befor, i just leave, so i go attendence. the bitch there was like why do you need a passport. i was like ummm i dont feel good.... so she tells me to go to the clinic. i go there and the fucking attendence bitch calls the clinic to tell her that there is nothing wrong with me, to send me back to class. i was like fuck that, so i left. i went past steves house but he wasnt there so i went to stephs and we went to get pizza. that was semi good, i think i ate to much, and she is not in the best of moods today, the whole jail, rehab thing is really getting her down. but who wouldnt it get down. steph, allow me to tell you that we will all be there with a big doob, ready when you get out. i mean we will have like a 3oz joint thats a foot long waiting with your name written on it in big black marker, well maybe we should use something else, at least check to make sure that its not toxic or anything. then we are going to smoke and get good and high to celebrate your return to freedom. we are and forever will be there for you. i just thought that i would make that very clear. then i went back to class. well sorta, i really went to sarahs class, and pointed out all of joeys mistakes. i think its kinda odd of me to do that sence i have never played the chelo in my life. i dont think that i even spelled the word right let alone would be able to make noise that sounded nice come out of that thing. give me something to hit and i can make a nifty little beat to it, give me something with more then one note and i freak all out, my fingers lock all up and i dance around in little circles. thats just the way that i am. there is nothing that anyone can do about it, i am a drummer, and i am going to be a drummer till i am no longer a drummer, or untill there is nothing to drum on, and then there will be a table or a chair or a desk or a stearing wheel. no matter what happens i will always be who i am for whatever reason that i am this way. i cant help it and neither can you, so just stop fucking trying. after school let out me and sarah walked to my car and then went to the park. i really enjoy that 15 minutes that we sit and do nothing but talk, its relaxing and quiet. its to bad to see the woods being torn down...so many good memories in there. thats prolly why thay are tearing it down. they must have found buried roaches out the ass or something. thats all besides the point. i found a roach in my car today. that was kool, i smoked it, that was kool, i got high, that was kool, i ate pizza, that was kool too. then sarah asked me what i was going to be doing this summer. i told her that i would be working like three jobs, and still ill find the time to go out and do stupid shit, cause thats what i do. my body is used to getting up at fucking 7am and working in the ungodly heat untill 3 o-clock and then going home taking a shower and getting dressed to go and work at the restraunt with my ungodly mamager bitch thing hounding me, and then going out and getting high, drunk and loopy, and then driving home and going to bed. then i am all reved up to go out and do it all over again the next day. either i am a very lucky person with a very adaptive body, or i am a very persistant person that refuses to give up so that i can live a comrortable night life...you have got me on that one, but rest assured that i have time for everything and everyone that i want to have time for. and if i run out of time...ill be 18 so ill have time for everything! even if i have to pull and all nighter! hellz yeah! its kinda of scarey that i will be 18, but at the same time its going to kick so much ass. my father has already said that i could do pretty much whatever i wanted to do. his words were that as long as i dont come wondering into the house at 3am drunk as hell making a lot of noise, its all good. however if i do make a lot of noise, he would kick my ass. so i ask, if i come home at 3 am drunk as fuck but i remain quiet, is it okay. he said, yeah sure. you will be 18, i will no longer have controle over the direction that your life goes in. i thought that that was kool. it seems fair to me. hmmm. i have been giving alot of thought to things that i havent done and things that i want to do again. there isnt really anything that i regret, though there are many things that i would have done if give the option to do then agian. but i cant hold and greivences or have any regrets. thats the way that i try to live my life. i could want to change the past forever and a day, with all of my pathetic little heart, and in truth it would be a total waste of effort, so why try to change the stars. nothing is going to help to make the past seem better then it really is. we are who we are and there is nothign that we can do about it. the past is the past and the future is left up to the imagination of the aliens that controle the strings that make the puppetts arms move. and even then we are only a small little marble in the bag of universes that account for the vastness of time and space. i cant say that there is an end of nothing or a begining and just because there is no god, doesnt mean the he can take his place. i think that i am going to quote that movie for the next three hundred years and ten days. start counting. today was the last night it was showing, and thats a bummer. get the dvd. im thinking that there is nothing else to say, i feal like shit, and i have like 3 years of anatomy to do. like ill do it but hey its all good. ehh i should do it. fuck that.