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AND THESE DAMN COMPUTERS WON'T LET ME UPDATE.
Living with my dad is getting lamer by the day. Eating my food, bitching that I don't get out much even so I'm never home, and waking me up at hours of the night when he gets home to talk about his day.
And I miss internet. Fucking computers at school won't even let me check Hotmail. I'm losing touch with everyone around me!
Might get my license today?
Another fruitless day spent on the couch I've made home for the past couple weeks. My house grows emptier by the day; space replacing furniture, cardboard boxes replacing impractical materialism. I will miss my comerade for I can not take him with me to my new residence. Which I'll be living in soon enough, whenever this Apocalypse of the nose and is deprived from me.
Vernon. Easter weekend. Luke, Vince & I. Funnest time I've had in a long while. Thursday night of the weekend broguth great alcoholism, which featured me drinking plenty of beer and giving it back to my friend's lawn. First impressions really do suck. Although we did meet plenty of new people. And a girl painted my nails pink and put much glitter in my eyes because I didn't really know what I was doing.
Fight Club and Saw II were watched Friday morning, hungover. Fight Club was rather... impressive. Friday night's highlight... more drinking! Not as much this time, and with beer bongs! Then Vince, Esme & myself had a wrestling competition. Vince and I wrestled until Vince farted during the most quiet part of the fight, thus making us unable to continue... and I beat the hell out of Esme by dropping her, picking her up, and dropping her again.
Saturday was full of clean-up and recovery, and lack of money. As Luke's car broke down, we spent the night at a local buddy's house, Marco. In which macaroni was made a-plenty, Dr. Awesome was born, and we learned the love that is Wesley Willis. And Sunday was a return home. Finally. I might have missed something fun we did. Oh well.
Last weekend was full of being too sick to hang out and going to yet another gay dance. Although drinking didn't happen much due to lack of not-sickness. And too many irritating people picking me up and making me dance while I endured a headache. Can I not go to a dance with friends and just be a wall flower?
And yesterday was full of me getting Katie sick and the two of us sleeping until 4 in her bed, then watching TV and eating ice cream.
And as for my report card, I got A's in Socials & Psychology, C's in my math's, Bio & Chem, and I failed english and math. GPA of 1.83. Oh yeah.
AND I'm really craving something philosophical. I feel like a mime who has to improvise inside an actual box. I've being drinking too much cough syrup. Nice visual effects, though.
Living with my dad is getting lamer by the day. Eating my food, bitching that I don't get out much even so I'm never home, and waking me up at hours of the night when he gets home to talk about his day.
And I miss internet. Fucking computers at school won't even let me check Hotmail. I'm losing touch with everyone around me!
Might get my license today?
Another fruitless day spent on the couch I've made home for the past couple weeks. My house grows emptier by the day; space replacing furniture, cardboard boxes replacing impractical materialism. I will miss my comerade for I can not take him with me to my new residence. Which I'll be living in soon enough, whenever this Apocalypse of the nose and is deprived from me.
Vernon. Easter weekend. Luke, Vince & I. Funnest time I've had in a long while. Thursday night of the weekend broguth great alcoholism, which featured me drinking plenty of beer and giving it back to my friend's lawn. First impressions really do suck. Although we did meet plenty of new people. And a girl painted my nails pink and put much glitter in my eyes because I didn't really know what I was doing.
Fight Club and Saw II were watched Friday morning, hungover. Fight Club was rather... impressive. Friday night's highlight... more drinking! Not as much this time, and with beer bongs! Then Vince, Esme & myself had a wrestling competition. Vince and I wrestled until Vince farted during the most quiet part of the fight, thus making us unable to continue... and I beat the hell out of Esme by dropping her, picking her up, and dropping her again.
Saturday was full of clean-up and recovery, and lack of money. As Luke's car broke down, we spent the night at a local buddy's house, Marco. In which macaroni was made a-plenty, Dr. Awesome was born, and we learned the love that is Wesley Willis. And Sunday was a return home. Finally. I might have missed something fun we did. Oh well.
Last weekend was full of being too sick to hang out and going to yet another gay dance. Although drinking didn't happen much due to lack of not-sickness. And too many irritating people picking me up and making me dance while I endured a headache. Can I not go to a dance with friends and just be a wall flower?
And yesterday was full of me getting Katie sick and the two of us sleeping until 4 in her bed, then watching TV and eating ice cream.
And as for my report card, I got A's in Socials & Psychology, C's in my math's, Bio & Chem, and I failed english and math. GPA of 1.83. Oh yeah.
AND I'm really craving something philosophical. I feel like a mime who has to improvise inside an actual box. I've being drinking too much cough syrup. Nice visual effects, though.