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so the world didnt end just yet.
it better hold out for a bit longer, cause i just spent the last of my money on a new skateboard deck and a pair of trucks.
im not too happy with the set up, the trucks are too wide and the board is too wide....thats what i wanted to get when shopping, but now that i've rode around a bit, it just feels to cumbersome and awkward....so im going to try to sell it and get a narrower deck and pair of trucks...
i hope to do this soon, as i recently stumbled upon and old friend josh that i used to skate with...
saw him at the skate park, and we swapped phone numbers and we have skated once since...and i hope we do more...
all we really do is bitch about how bails hurt alot more when you're older and take longer to recoup from...we both still have some good tricks up our sleeves to impress the little cliquie kids that ride there, they all think we're "old school" and do nothing but snake around and do grabs and 80s shit...but him and i were the leaders of the new school in mission skating...
anyway...
for some reason i felt the urge to drop some words on carhole track number 35...
im not impressed with it, i think the beat was too fast for the style i originally wrote it as...so it makes for quite a tongue twister at some spots..and its also not really a finished lyric...and of course i hate the sound of my voice.
...
i have to look for work, or at least drop off resumes for my welfare job search sheet which will be needed if im going to be acepted onto welfare at my upcomming meeting on the 27th...
i have one job lised down so far...
bryans mom is always good to ask cause she will never hire me, i can ask the rodge and tell him to say they are not hiring at his work...no way im going to work for meeker cedar again...or for any other mill
its sad, i recently realized that a majority of my jobs have been in mills...
"thats what you get when you drop out of school"
hmmm liss said that the mission springs was hiring a dishwasher or 2...pretty much any job i think about gets too me...i can imagine right away where i start to loathe...
im thinking of just telling the "system" to fuck off, and go homeless for awhile...im sure i'd appreciate a lame job a bit more then...
just me, my backpack, and my board...
sleep in cardboard recycling bins...maybe carhole every now and again...hang out in fast food places and eat leftovers
im askin for trouble...census approched our house the other day and threatened us with the law if we dont partake in their work farce...i mean work force survey...im gonna give stats canada a piece of my mind before they get any of the info they're supposed to get...will i be breaking the law then...or how about if they can never seem to find me at the right time...
my friend geordie has recently done what i wanted to do years ago...go nuts, and get thrown in the psych ward for a few days....except i would want to stay longer i think, alsong as im fed and have pen and paper and a bed, i'll do ok.
ok i give up typing right now
happy bday gemi-n-eye
im gonna go freak out in bed now
bye
it better hold out for a bit longer, cause i just spent the last of my money on a new skateboard deck and a pair of trucks.
im not too happy with the set up, the trucks are too wide and the board is too wide....thats what i wanted to get when shopping, but now that i've rode around a bit, it just feels to cumbersome and awkward....so im going to try to sell it and get a narrower deck and pair of trucks...
i hope to do this soon, as i recently stumbled upon and old friend josh that i used to skate with...
saw him at the skate park, and we swapped phone numbers and we have skated once since...and i hope we do more...
all we really do is bitch about how bails hurt alot more when you're older and take longer to recoup from...we both still have some good tricks up our sleeves to impress the little cliquie kids that ride there, they all think we're "old school" and do nothing but snake around and do grabs and 80s shit...but him and i were the leaders of the new school in mission skating...
anyway...
for some reason i felt the urge to drop some words on carhole track number 35...
im not impressed with it, i think the beat was too fast for the style i originally wrote it as...so it makes for quite a tongue twister at some spots..and its also not really a finished lyric...and of course i hate the sound of my voice.
...
i have to look for work, or at least drop off resumes for my welfare job search sheet which will be needed if im going to be acepted onto welfare at my upcomming meeting on the 27th...
i have one job lised down so far...
bryans mom is always good to ask cause she will never hire me, i can ask the rodge and tell him to say they are not hiring at his work...no way im going to work for meeker cedar again...or for any other mill
its sad, i recently realized that a majority of my jobs have been in mills...
"thats what you get when you drop out of school"
hmmm liss said that the mission springs was hiring a dishwasher or 2...pretty much any job i think about gets too me...i can imagine right away where i start to loathe...
im thinking of just telling the "system" to fuck off, and go homeless for awhile...im sure i'd appreciate a lame job a bit more then...
just me, my backpack, and my board...
sleep in cardboard recycling bins...maybe carhole every now and again...hang out in fast food places and eat leftovers
im askin for trouble...census approched our house the other day and threatened us with the law if we dont partake in their work farce...i mean work force survey...im gonna give stats canada a piece of my mind before they get any of the info they're supposed to get...will i be breaking the law then...or how about if they can never seem to find me at the right time...
my friend geordie has recently done what i wanted to do years ago...go nuts, and get thrown in the psych ward for a few days....except i would want to stay longer i think, alsong as im fed and have pen and paper and a bed, i'll do ok.
ok i give up typing right now
happy bday gemi-n-eye
im gonna go freak out in bed now
bye