| 3-27-01, gawd i love reel big fish, i saw them twice this weekend friday in santa cruz with some of my mo-town friends, and then again on sunday in san francisco at the fillmore, which is a totally awesome venue, but their staff is a bunch of assholes, they were all soo rude ...but we still had fun, i also went to a pollen show in some bay area city, they're pretty cool. i got a ride back to so cal with alicia and jason (alicia is so super-rad for driving all night and it was cool having a real conversation with her, she's a very cool person) ok, then i get to the not so good stuff that happend monday, it seems that i always end up paying for having fun and i had to sweep, which wasn't a big deal, and i'll have to paint the gate when i get home, which also isn't a big deal, but my uncle made it very clear that if i get anything other than a B in all of my classes i'll have to find somewhere else to live, which means i actually have to try in school and do a hellofa lot better in everything, and i have to make it look like i'm not trying because it has to look like my lack of study habits got me the grades, and that i could get them doing all the nothing i always do, if that makes anysence. so kiddies it looks like buckle down time for your friendly naiborhood procrastonater... no more sitting staring blankly at the wall, no more unproductive musings about live in my room, no more super nintendo, no more on-line hijinks with this page... well maybe a little of all that, but all my slacking off time will definatly suffer from me needing to pull all my grades up from the suck zone. so call me up, send me e-mails, and write me letters telling me to stay on task and get my work done, and to quit jackin around, maybe i'll get the hint... otherwise i'll join the many homeless or get yelled at by my parants for having to move back home. why is it that i'm going to have to work at staying at a place i'm not even happy living in? i only like the area and the music scene, not living with my bitchy aunt, my not-as-nice-as-i-one-thought uncle, and their weener kids who totally bug, my litle cousin was playing that "who let the dogs out" song and i would have heard him play it over and over if i hadn't left the room, he did the same thing with some n*suck song the other month, but i couldn't get away cause it was in the car. DAH! my life's a buncha crap! the good thing is lisa's coming down this weekend and bringing barrett with her and we're going to see the zebrahead, dancehall crashers, up syndrome, and square shows this weekend ...four shows in three days, damn are we smooth or what? i just hope i can survive living where i do till then, as for now i'm going to put some food in my system before i pass out and then get to learning about pakistan for international relations. pray for me to whatever divine power (or lack there of) you belive in that i can go on and not kill everyone around me for being so stupid, JEBUS! give me patiance ... or some shit. |
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