| and were off... |
[Sep. 5th, 2004|03:15 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Letters To You' by Finch | ] |
k...just got back from picking my fantasy football team...gimme some input if i did a good job or not...
-Starters-
QB - Donovan McNabb
RB - Bryant Westbrook
RB - Michael Bennett
WR - Randy Moss
WR - Eric Moulds
WR - Deion Branch
TE - Tony Gonzalez
K - Jeff Wilkins
D - New England
-Bench-
QB - Joey Harrington
RB - Greg Jones
WR - Joey Galloway
TE - Ben Troupe
K - Matt Stover
D - Saints
i think i did pretty good overall...just need some power in the running department...
on the flip side, i went to stacys greatgrandmas (?) bday party and met her family...wow...lol...they have an interesting way of singing happy birthday...kinda just yell it out..very very funny to listen to.. then we came back to my house for a while, then we ended up at her house watching tv and just kinda bumming it...
this storm is sorta pissing me off...at first its a 5, then goes down to a 2, now its getting stronger again...MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND...i want to go skimboarding either sunday or monday, but we will see what happens...
time for sleep, its 330 in the fucking morning.
peace out bitches. |
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| BLAH |
[Aug. 30th, 2004|08:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Last Train Home' by Lostprophets | ] |
im sick.
saturday was good...stacy and i went to the marble slab, where i introduced her to cheesecake ice cream...good stuff... then we went back to her house to watch the newer texas chainsaw massacre...not really good, but oh well..
hmm..sunday was my brothers christening, which was entirely too boring. my stomach was growling all through the ceremony, then when we all got to golden corral, all i ate was half a plate of mac and cheese. WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THAT. then stacy and i came to my house and fell asleep...lol...we kinda do that a lot..
monday was bleh, because i felt sick all day and continuously ate excedrine like m&m's, plus my voice is just about gone. after school i went to get my schedule, then took a nap...430 to 830, and i know i wont be able to get to sleep later!
ill be back later if im bored..
peace and chicken grease. |
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[Aug. 26th, 2004|11:56 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Letters to You' by Finch | ] |
hmm...dont know when the last time i updated was, so i guess ill skip everything inbetween and go to today.
school was pretty ghey...nothing really happened...after school i went to go see if my car is ok...HELL FUCKING NO. i need a new transmission, which is gonna be somewhere near 1000 dollars...which sucks major balls. stacy came over tonight and we watched the butterfly effect...weird weird movie...didnt really understand it till the end..
well, tomorrow better go fast...i have to work stupid 430-8, then most likely me and stacy are going to get some marble slab...its pretty bad when i hate school already, and its only the 3rd week...
time for some homework possibly...
bleh. |
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| scurrrrrrd |
[Aug. 21st, 2004|02:57 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drained | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'What Happened To Us' by Hoobastank | ] |
today was pretty cool... it was stacys birthday so i got her some stuff, and classes actually went 'sorta smooth'.
stacy and i went to see the exorcist tonight...which i wasnt to impressed by. i thought it was going to be a HELL of a lot scarier, but oh well...
um, nothing really else
peace out bitches. |
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| werd |
[Aug. 19th, 2004|05:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | FUCKING EXHAUSTED | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Just Like You' by Three Days Grace | ] |
ugh...fucking tired...
this week has been sorta fun, but wayyyy too tiring
...
thats all for now, i thought i had more to say |
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| PORN STAR!?!?!? |
[Aug. 17th, 2004|09:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  energetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Promise' by Matchbook Romance | ] |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 14th, 2004|12:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | not in the mood for music | ] |
this is the only good thing to happen today. |
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| fuck this shit... |
[Aug. 14th, 2004|12:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  stressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Im Just a Kid' by Simple Plan | ] |
it seems that whatever i do, my parents fucking hate me.
for instance, this morning. i woke up at 1130, with my dad screaming over me because my dog pissed on the rug. its my fault, he says. so then he proceeds to let the dog out of the house, and say its my fault because he made me do it. thats nice. as my mom tells my dad that its not good that he (the dog) hasnt had his up to date shots yet, my dad says its my fault too, even though every other time we have brought him to the vet, weve taken his truck. but no, its all my fucking fault.
then my mom has to chime in. "go clean your fucking room" ok, ill pick up the coat hanger and the gum wrapper off the floor, because i had just cleaned my room the day before. "well go clean the bathroom" is her response. "go clean your car" is another one. FUCK THAT, ITS MY FUCKING CAR, I FUCKING PAID FOR IT WITH MY OWN FUCKING MONEY, LET ME KEEP MY CAR THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE. when thats done, "why dont you ever listen to me" and then she decides to ball her ass off and make my dad more pissed at me. there is nothing i can do about any of this shit, and i fucking want to crawl into a hole and kill myself.
all this stupid bull shit plus the fact that im not making shit at publix means my parents are flipping out for no goddamn reason. "give me 75 dollars of your checks every week" well, new flash assholes, I DONT FUCKING MAKE 75 DOLLARS A WEEK. this check was 100, and that was for 16 hours or whatever...next check im going to have somewhere close to 10 hours, and they want me to give them all of it. THEY wanted me to go out and get another job, because THEY didnt want me coming home smelling like shit from sonnys. i was comfortable making 350 every 2 weeks there, but no, THEY wanted me to get another job.
seriously, im about to go on a fucking shooting spree. they dont fucking listen to me, and everything i try to do, they say it doesnt amount to shit, and that im a worthless piece of horse crap, so that makes me feel like a million bucks. my room has to be lint free, or she cries and tells me that i never listen to her and that i dont do anything she says. so that pisses me off, i go in my room and dont talk to anyone, but STILL she cries, and doesnt understand why im not talking to anyone.
time to go try to get out of this fucking hell hole. with my parents yelling at each other, and both of them yelling at me, i dont know how much longer im going to last here. seriously, i hope senior year goes by VERY fast so i can be out of this place and on my own. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2004|07:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'The Ex' by Billy Talent | ] |
1st day of school ALWAYS = BLEH
but this one wasnt so bad.
last night tony came over and we watched final destination...i never saw the first one, and my mom bought it for me, so i figured what the hell, im not going to bed anytime soon.
school was...ok...i figured out that i got mostly good teachers, and that the people in my classes are going to make up one interesting year...
when i think of something else to write, ill come back..im drawing a mind blank now.. |
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| bleh |
[Aug. 6th, 2004|06:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  depressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'In This Diary' by The Ataris | ] |
Here in this diary,
I write you visions of my summer.
It was the best I ever had.
There were choruses and sing-alongs,
And that unspoken feeling of knowing
Right now is all that matters
All the nights we stayed up talking
and listening to 80's songs;
quoting lines from all those movies that we love.
It still brings a smile to my face.
I guess when it comes down to it...
Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
is just following your heart
and eventually you'll finally get it right.
Breaking into hotel swimming pools,
and wreaking havoc on our world.
Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.
The black top's singing me to sleep.
Lighting fireworks in parking lots,
illuminate the blackest nights.
Cherry cokes under this moonlight summer sky.
2015 Riverside, it's time to say, "goodbye."
Get on the bus, it's time to go.
Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
is just following your heart,
and eventually you'll finally get it right.
wow...how true is that song...
its scary to think that this is my last year of high school, and that most of my friends are already gone off to college...:'( this is depressing shit.
publix isnt as bad as i have heard...it is a lot better than sonnys...A LOT...
karate time...
peace and chicken grease bitches. |
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