Ohio still blows
151, coffee, and cigarettes aren't substance. So I've learned. Haven't sleep in a while. Why does this place suck so much. No one thinks the same way as people back home. I don't think God gives a crap, haven't seen him helping me much. Or anyone else for the point. I HATE this fucking school. So much. I gave it a try. But I want to go to Europe, so I guess I have to stay. Damn. In other news I'm writing a real journal to record events in my life I don't want to forget. But its turned into my remembering one person and thinking of all the shit weve done. So I'm gonna post memories of events in my life with people i hope to always remember, because its getting harder to remember the small good things.
P.S It made my day to find out Welty's still my boy, i love that man.
And loren for calling
And Amanda and Stinky lunch and Heather for the mail, its a fucking joy, really thanks.
All the others, have fun
Oh and this is another thing i remember really early this morning, at my dumbass party when i can home I remember seeing this kid, and I was like who the fuck are you, and he said hes name yada yada, and when I just looked at him hes like, you know the dummer/guitarist/singer for some local band, and i was like, you highschool idiot, how the fuck would i know who that is, serious, most of those highschool bands need an ass whooping, and put you switch blades away and shit, your suburbanite ass isn't going to cut anyone, if someone pulled a knife on me, and it was some little highschool fuck, not a real hardass, but one of these raised on the sidewalk, identity crisis, little fucks, I'm going to walk away, come back a minute later, and knock yout fucking teeth in, no fucking joke. And break your fucking knife. Grow up shitheads.
P.S It made my day to find out Welty's still my boy, i love that man.
And loren for calling
And Amanda and Stinky lunch and Heather for the mail, its a fucking joy, really thanks.
All the others, have fun
Oh and this is another thing i remember really early this morning, at my dumbass party when i can home I remember seeing this kid, and I was like who the fuck are you, and he said hes name yada yada, and when I just looked at him hes like, you know the dummer/guitarist/singer for some local band, and i was like, you highschool idiot, how the fuck would i know who that is, serious, most of those highschool bands need an ass whooping, and put you switch blades away and shit, your suburbanite ass isn't going to cut anyone, if someone pulled a knife on me, and it was some little highschool fuck, not a real hardass, but one of these raised on the sidewalk, identity crisis, little fucks, I'm going to walk away, come back a minute later, and knock yout fucking teeth in, no fucking joke. And break your fucking knife. Grow up shitheads.