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hmm...I guess I'll start with the fact that I went to Virginia this past weekend. I think that's been in almost all of my entries this year but whatever. The whole weekend went by so fast and aside from not really sleeping it was a spectacular 3 days. I love going down there to see Becky and its never not worth the trip and missing stuff at home but I dont know, I feel weird about shit with my friends these days. I guess it's kinda like I feel like an outsider or something now. I dont know, it's weird. I get anxious and shit when I try calling people, i hate it.
I guess I owe you kids a rant so here we go with some irrelevant shit you'll wish you hadn't read. There was one of those "caution! falling rocks" roads on the new way I took down to VA this weekend and it got me to thinking. Why the fuck do they build roads under enormous rock faces that could suddenly come crahing down on traffic? Of course the answer is that it probably won't happan anytime soon. But it's soo fucked that they're basically singling out some poor bastard that's just cruising the Appalachian foothills and gets stuck with being the sad fuck that got squished by those falling rocks the sign no one cares about was warning us all of. I think a car is a good place to die if you're set on death and all, like when I'm 70 or so, but just being the guy in the car that a falling rock falls on must be so lame. It's not like SCREEEECHHHH)W(%&^)$(#&!CRASH!@(^#%^(!BANG@!(&$@#^#%^% like a real car crash it's just "FUCK OMG THERE REALLY ARE FALLING FUCKING ROCKS and shit!" and then you're all twisted up in the crushed alloys of your car. I think the only way death by falling rocks could be cool would be if it somehow made the car explode. An explosive death would make up for the lack of excitement in the death mentioned before. I wish I could not drive like an asshole all the time, but really I honestly think I'm safer that way. It keeps me on my toes so I'm alert, if I obey the speed limit and don't ride other peoples' asses all the time I get bored and feel like I'm gonna pass out at the wheel. And the day I ended the spaceship's distinguished career was the second day of this "new phase" in which I was going to drive like I wasn't constantly pretending there were bad men chasing me. And look where that got me, right up the tailpipe of a hefty f-450. Who needs a truck that big? like seriously that truck was soooooo big and I have no idea what you could fit in the bed that warrants that gigantic of a frame. But whatever, since when have Americans been about shit that makes sense?
I cant wait for summer to get kicked off and Becky to get home. I love the girl and I miss her so much when she's at school. I'm really hoping this summer is amazing, but of course I have to wait and see how it all plays out. Maybe I'll throw a party or something sometime.
I guess I owe you kids a rant so here we go with some irrelevant shit you'll wish you hadn't read. There was one of those "caution! falling rocks" roads on the new way I took down to VA this weekend and it got me to thinking. Why the fuck do they build roads under enormous rock faces that could suddenly come crahing down on traffic? Of course the answer is that it probably won't happan anytime soon. But it's soo fucked that they're basically singling out some poor bastard that's just cruising the Appalachian foothills and gets stuck with being the sad fuck that got squished by those falling rocks the sign no one cares about was warning us all of. I think a car is a good place to die if you're set on death and all, like when I'm 70 or so, but just being the guy in the car that a falling rock falls on must be so lame. It's not like SCREEEECHHHH)W(%&^)$(#&!CRASH!@(^#%^(!BANG@!(&$@#^#%^% like a real car crash it's just "FUCK OMG THERE REALLY ARE FALLING FUCKING ROCKS and shit!" and then you're all twisted up in the crushed alloys of your car. I think the only way death by falling rocks could be cool would be if it somehow made the car explode. An explosive death would make up for the lack of excitement in the death mentioned before. I wish I could not drive like an asshole all the time, but really I honestly think I'm safer that way. It keeps me on my toes so I'm alert, if I obey the speed limit and don't ride other peoples' asses all the time I get bored and feel like I'm gonna pass out at the wheel. And the day I ended the spaceship's distinguished career was the second day of this "new phase" in which I was going to drive like I wasn't constantly pretending there were bad men chasing me. And look where that got me, right up the tailpipe of a hefty f-450. Who needs a truck that big? like seriously that truck was soooooo big and I have no idea what you could fit in the bed that warrants that gigantic of a frame. But whatever, since when have Americans been about shit that makes sense?
I cant wait for summer to get kicked off and Becky to get home. I love the girl and I miss her so much when she's at school. I'm really hoping this summer is amazing, but of course I have to wait and see how it all plays out. Maybe I'll throw a party or something sometime.