i let it go, i let it go
i cant believe the time has come.im very upset. the first day of school is tomorrow. and this FUCKING SUCKS. MOTHER FUCKER!!! i cant believe how this summer fucking flew by. i apologize for my language, but my fucking god. the aspirations going into this summer were high, with talk back in april of how much i would go to the beach and all that. well, i went to the beach twice...with my two cousins. but, the summer wasnt bad...i cant say it was bad. i wasnt bored, we didnt do anything exciting...but never bored. we golfed a bunch in the begining of summer, that was fun. had band practise, you know...always doing that. hung out with brendan alot. now, that summer is over...the only thing to look forward to is getting to see some fine ladies tomorrow...and of course the license (january 9th at 10:00). i dont know what kind of car i want, that fucking changes everyday (today i saw a 1968 966 fucking sweet ride...with a 456 in it...and only 6,800 bucks!)...but, it gets 3 miles a gallon and has no airbags...so, eh. all i know for sure is that this year in school is going to suck. freshmen year i just didnt try. sophmore year i just cheated my way through every class except phys ed. and this year, junior year...suposedly the most important year...i think im going to actually try...because who knows what the future holds? i havent even came up with a back to school outfit yet, because i dont give a shit...well, i do i guess, but it doesnt matter. im just going to go off and type alot tonight, so here i go. sometimes i care about my rather expensive watches and shoes and all that shit. but other times...i just dont care? having a Movado watch makes you feel good, but...whats the point? letting people know you've got money to blow? but, why does that matter? i think it all has to do with girls...and something that is implanted into our heads from the day we enter this world. but, hey...theres my random semi-philosophical part of the journal entry. and...the girls that work at hooters...i just cant help but feel bad. i mean, sure...im the first guy to go out of his way to stare at their asses...but, why there. i could never work there, have to much self respect. but, i dont know...love the place, but when i think about it...im a little disturbed i guess...to me hooters doesnt smell like great wings but a place that stinks of poor choices. the tragic events that have happend in the south have made me greatful. that stuff on the news, thats just got to be...hell on earth. we did have band practise today...mike voccola is on synth and backing vocals while mike messiere is lead vocals... personally i think we actually sound like a band now. with 6 guys, the sound is so full and rich. we want to conquer what some would call a "local scene", no offense to the bands i like...this scene is full of more bad bands than MTV. so, we plan on owning that...then the world. what other controversay can i stir up tonight? i think i wrote about enough...
god bless
god bless