Well..
I don't know how to start this off but..
Thursday ruled.. that show kicked anyones ass who saw it..my legs are bruised soo badly.. and i took a few pictures of the show but mostly short videos and not full songs.. but during norma jean the movies are crazy since i was getting pushed everywhere and three of them got zoomed in and wouldnt zoom out. DAMMIT!!
Friday...school...felt like shit.. then went to Brookwood to visit Ian.. and danced in hot topic with him..then went to Amanda's dorm and hung out in southside. And while in southside i got attacked by Michelle on the water fountain i kinda wish we fell in but that water is soo gross its unreal..She was with Mallori, Kayla. and some other people i dont know...
Today.. found out my dad passed out in his truck in the drive way..well my mom did..she told him he makes her sick and he said he hasn't had anything for her in a long time..sooo its over... God damn i hate drug addicts/alcoholics (my dad is both).. i fear that i am going to become one..
My parents ARE getting divorced, this time its for real, and me and my mom will move into another house somewhere probably around where i live now...I really wish i could move to another state or just somewhere far away from here.. but somehow have at least one friend there already? or just something like that...
Lots of people are getting on my nerves now.. i think people are all just changing since we are all "growing up" but who cares.. i still kinda have alot of friends and life in general is ok..
Everyone is becoming religious is it a trend? or are people doing this because they themselves want too? or are they just scared? i dont know...
School is hell and i want to kill my english teacher.. Why the fuck does she just HAVE to be my cousin and then call my house when she said she was ONLY going to if i didnt turn in some homework which i did... she told my parents she thinks im self absorbed cause i mess with my hair to much.. what kind of shit is that? she tries to be this religious/ inspirational speaker.. that class makes me want to die
the end..
We are the cockeyed children left to babble in tarantula glue. We are the crosseyed children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo. We are the engines pumping out infants scrambled by static from the noisy sun. Sleep, eat, own, fuck,Abandoned like a bombed out conversation. Phone, TV, sweets,suck, I pledge alliegance to the small talk nation. wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked Gaping like a cracked open pinata...counted, measured, copied, faxed, pink tarantula teeth in our pina colada’s. Whats brewing in your trenches pink tarantula taxman? What’s listening in those stretch marks below our web taxman? What cooking in your stain? The sleepy clang of cash register fangs? Whats cooking in our sun? The addictive hum of bubble gum slums? This withered milk tree you call love collapses like an empty glove..Feed it! Suck it! Own it! Fuck it! We know that sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more but who can resist two for one and the pink tarantula store? When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines through a frosted viel. Well always lay together dreaming of other people beneath the poison hail. You look so disgusting all pink and puckered covered with tarantula hair. You look so disgusting I feel the sight rotting off my prowling stare. We know tv fed us our first footsteps, but the ketamine’s gonna teach us just how to crawl is gonna teach us when to bawl. We are the shock eyed children misled to yellow in tarantula webs. We are the gawk eyed children left for dead chained to rot in designer fuck beds