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| I got 209 points on the PSAT. I need 214 to qualify to be a National Merit Scholar. I ran out of time on the last part of the test. I know I could have scored the points I needed if only.... It doesn't do shit for me now though. The moment is gone. There is literally no way I can fix this. I have to start looking at colleges. I have a 2.8 GPA. There's no one to blame except myself. It used to be funny to not give a fuck. Now it's really not funny. You know how you can't turn things back and you wish you'd listened when they told you that school was something to be taken seriously? I mean come on, I never study tests. I find trivial and stupid things to do with my time specifically to avoid homework. The homework doesn't even take that long. I might spend 4 hours dodging an assignment that takes 15 minutes to day. It's almost nothing is ever good enough. Nothing. Besides all this school shit, everything around me is going to hell. People are breaking edge, which is not a huge deal because it's a personal choice. The circumstances and what's actually gone down is simply ridiculous. My friends are fighting. It seems like every day some more stupid stuff gets started. People just say and do things without considering how they affect the people around them. I want to love everyone and I want everyone else to love each other. Couples are breaking up. Some of the people I care the most for are going through hard times. And I sit here whining about getting a great score on a standardized test simply because it's not perfect? What am I becoming? I had to tell my Aunt today on the phone that it's not fair for her to foist her dreams of success and fame on my younger cousin if it isn't what he wants. I also had to defend my public school education. Private school was the worst time of my life. I would not change my choice to attend public school for perfect scores on an test in any class or even a 4.0. Maybe I'm not perfect, but I'm ok. It can only get better. As some of you know, I started taking Adderall. I have known I had ADD for a very long time. I was categorically opposed to the idea of taking medicine, but I had a change of heart when I decided I needed to actually do my homework and study and things of this nature. I will leave you all now with some Gorilla Biscuits, one of my all time favorite bands: Start Today Yesterday you were on my back just to
get my time. I guess it's not as precious
as it seems. Because I found the time for
hangin out and talkin on the phone. What
should I expect, now that my time is free
and you're nowhere to be found.
Next time I'll try, for the first time in my
life. It won't pass me by. Procrastinate it
can wait, I put it off.
LET'S START TODAY
My room's a mess and I can't get
dressed. I gotta be out by eight o'clock.
Deep inside I know the answer. Well
there's no time like the present and I'd
like to hang out but who doesn't. I've
made enough mistakes for this lifetime.
Now I'm here to make amends.
Next time I'll try, for the first time in my
life. It won't pass me by. Procrastinate it
can wait, I put it off.
START!
STOP!
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| So I went to see Municipal Waste, The Red Chord, and Gwar tonight. Municipal waste was really fucking good. Things started to get aggro and lame during the Red Chord. Gwar took like 20 minutes to come on stage, and everyone was getting pissed and there was fighting and pushing for no reason. When Gwar started, things got really intense. There were a lot of crow surfers. One of them knocked off my glasses, and I just couldn't get them back, so they're completely gone. My friends lost both of his shoes, so I feel a little less bad. Anyway, I told my mom the show would end at around 10:30, and it was supposed to, except that Gwar started late, so that's strike too. When I pulled into my driveway, I yelled fuck kind of loudly. Strike 3. I went inside and got in a fight with my mom, which is a rare occurence. I felt really shitty about losing my glasses, because right now money's tight, so I offered to pay for the new ones myself, because I have enough money to do so. We ended up just yelling and each other, which again never happens, and she went up to bed and told me to stop talking about it. She also banned me from ever going to another show. So that was my evening. | | |
| LIFE OF HATE
Bigot white proud straight
Living your life of hate
For anyone different than you
Black gay hispanic jew
Teach your children filthy lies
Intimidatewith your size
Use violence to get your way
Support the KKK
Have no respect for others
Wage war against your brothers
Can't you fuckin see
They're just like you
Live a life of bigotry
Get the fuck away from me
Take your white supremacy
And go fuck off
Fuckin' Siege duuuuuuuuuuude | | |
| Did you know that people spend time painting their Guitat Hero controllers? Sweet God...... Guitar Hero 2 is coming out in November. | | |
| "Do you eat the heads of dead bats and shit? I mean 'cos you're some kinda gothic and shit, right? Do you eat the heads of dead bats?"- My Uncle Bill. This same man later got more drunk and topless (He has a beer belly) and sang really shittily to karaoke. Thank you weekend. Fuck you, Uncle Bill, I dig rap. YA PUNK BITCH! | | |
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