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|Tuesday, June 6th, 2006|
Ian and I got insanely trashed, went to the park, hit some golf balls at some houses, drank more, skated and drove his car all over the baseballdiamond. That kid's going to get busted again.
I had an amazing time with this chick last night, I really hope she's not just leading me on. Current Mood: content
|Thursday, May 25th, 2006|
It's not that big of a deal that I smoke pot. I'm pretty much done hearing about it.
|Friday, May 5th, 2006|
Some asshole thinks he has a grip on what's happening. He hasn't a clue. He's going down. You disrespect my friends and you make an enemy out of me, you disrespect my mom and you get your face broken (and I do mean literally). Watch your back kid, because I certainly will be. Current Mood: enraged
|Tuesday, April 25th, 2006|
skating > weed
music > video games
friends > sitting at home
records > downloaded albums
school > work
|Sunday, April 23rd, 2006|
Between the several mother fuckers that pushed me within an inch of my rationality today, one or more of them will feel my knuckles vacating thier mouth of teeth. Tomorrow will clarify which one. Current Mood: pissed off
|Tuesday, April 18th, 2006|
The second worse night of my life:
- We leave Carlton's after smoking out, get in my car and I decide to load a bowl. Suddenly, a security guard shines his light into the car. I have a large sack of pot clearly sitting on the dashboard (mind you, every part of this situation was beyond neglectful on my part). Shane tells me to leave.
- I start the car and the guard jumps in back, attempting to stop me.
- I jump the curb to turn my car more to leave. He's collecting my license plates. Fortunately the make and model of the vehicle had torn off and smudged long ago. I think I may have hit a parked car on my way out.
- Marcus decides to take our sacks and walk. Apparently he tried to jump a fence and tore his hands up badly.
- I squeal out of the apartment, cruise through backroads and finally end up back at Shane's complex, where I back in to a parking spot to hide my plates and stickers.
- I find out that Marcus had to head home with our pot, leaving us nothing to smoke when we got back.
I'm drinking a bottle of really expensive brandy right now and I'm afraid this is going to haunt me later.
Lessons learned? NEVER load a bowl in public. ALWAYS have my keys handy. KEEP MY CAR CLEAN. I probably could make 8 grams out of all the seeds and stems on my floor.
Fuck tonight. Fuck practice tomorrow. Fuck not having pot to smoke after getting the most shaken up I've ever been besides my New Years' escapades. Current Mood: drained
|Monday, April 10th, 2006|
Can't wait til next semester.
Introduction to Electronic Music.
|Friday, March 31st, 2006|
Grocery store jobs can suck mah dick.
(___Y___)||||||||||||||||||D-- -- -- D= <---- Safeway
|Monday, March 27th, 2006|
Hmmmm, party with 14 year old Clit 45 kids? I think I'll hit the sack early tonight....
Yo, if anybody knows someone who wouldn't mind selling me reefer, hit me up: 240 9007
Visine is my new best friend.
Showing up to work significantly stoned with clear eyes = Ace.
|Tuesday, March 21st, 2006|
So I took a freezing cold shower this morning and absolutely relished it. It was more refreshing than outrageously cold... I swur.
Money makes me sick. I drudge every day to cut a measely paycheck so that over the course of three or four days I can willingly give it back to a handful of excessively wealthy social warts so I can at least wake up the next morning and eat. I can easily live that way without tender. I refuse to take out loans, credit cards or even carry a bank account. I'M NOT LIVING BY THOSE STANDARDS. I'm not turning into a debt-ridden yuppie simpleton with no point to my life except the latest trendy vehicles and electronics. I DON'T WISH TO BE PART OF THAT SOCIAL SETTING. I'm ensuing a career that I never expect to make me a wealthy person and that thought doesn't bother me at all, in fact I would rather have it that way.
I can't wait to fuck this country in the ass and move to a small, underdeveloped European nation. Current Mood: pessimistic
|Monday, March 20th, 2006|
Okay, I'm finally getting around to an update.
Spring break basically meant pot, shrooms and drinking for me. I took off with the Tics' eastside crew to Queen Creek on Monday. They were supposed to play a house party with 50+ people, all of whom were going to donate $5 for gas. There only ended up being a handful of As I Lay Dying scene kids who weren't even into that kind of music and didn't give us any gas money. But, they did hook us up with some bud and beer - aside from straight edge Ryan we were all completely trashed - so it wasn't a total loss. The next day we trucked to Yuma. I was fucked up the whole trip and stay.
Returned to Tucson Wednesday with 20 minutes to get to work. The rest of my spring break was horribly uneventful except Saturday. Vinnie had a huge cook off/drinking fest at his house for St. Patrick's Day. That night left me once again trashed and heaped over with tons of pot to smoke this week.
I can't wait to move into town. I'm looking for roommates (let me know if you're interested). I want to settle somewhere right in the middle of the downtown area. I was actually thinking of the apartment complex by Skrappys. It's around $400 a month, 2 bedrooms.
|Thursday, March 9th, 2006|
I don't even know why I have this account. I only update when I feel upset (which actually serves a decent purpose I suppose), I only have about eight friends and don't really care to increase that number and I really don't use the internet much anymore except to pirate music. I mean, this really is a bullshit community. The only thing anybody ever bothers to write are depressed messages that are too cryptic or overly vague for an average joe like me to understand anyways. Of course, I'm guilty myself, but I now realize the absurdity of acting this way. You, me and everybody on this community need a grip on life.
|Tuesday, March 7th, 2006|
So Dick and Jasen sliced the last thread holding together our once tight-knit clan last night. Kurtis informed me, at a chance meeting at Quik Mart, that the group was planning to come together that night (glad someone was concerned that I knew). So we parted after he assured me he would call later when he was on his way. I waited until 12:00 when I finally went to go smoke out with my other friends. Fine. I can take a hint. Jasen has turned into an arrogant jock, I don't even like being around him anymore and as far as I'm concerned, Dick can go back to Virginia tomorrow and I wouldn't care. I'm done reaching out to people that stab me in the back.
|Friday, March 3rd, 2006|
Dammit, 10:00 and nobody wants to hang.
|Monday, February 20th, 2006|
I was promised a doom metal band on the 18th to no avail. I was also promised shrooms, which also left me fruitless.
But srsly, all of you who went to Skrappys on the 18th should have been at 36 Chambers enjoying techmetal and powerviolence, then going to da grille with Rachers and me. You would have had a much better night.
I'm jonesing to shroom this week, hopefully Shane will come through. I have been straight-edge for nearly three days... it's awful... Current Mood: sick
|Thursday, February 16th, 2006|
Hardcore kids are ridiculous. They always have to fuck shit up. It's because most of them are straight edge. They have no other way to deal with thier frustrations.
I don't really care that the other band didn't play. Ed Gein pwned.
I strongly suggest that each and every one of you who appreciate heavy ass grind look into Machetazo. Fool. Current Mood: complacent
|Saturday, February 11th, 2006|
The Jonbenet was badass.
Chillin with Cori was badass.
Seeing Mike and Jenny again was badass.
Last night was badass.
|Wednesday, February 8th, 2006|
I'm so sick of Safeway, it makes me sick. I hate kids, I hate old people, I hate morbidly obese toads that can't even truck themselves around a grocery store, I hate babies, I hate families, I hate rednecks, I hate rich people, I hate middle class, bourgeois half heads who like to overspend with thier credit cards and slap "Support Our Troops" magnets on the back of thier gas-guzzling SUVs and I hate catering to these people. I hate dickhead arrogant assistant managers cough*Javier*cough, I hate dumbass 40 year old, white district department managers who try to talk like Dr. Dre and can't remember my name cough*Teri*cough and I hate kissing both thier asses. I hate being under constant anonymous supervision by mystery shoppers, auditors and health department officials and I HATE alternative rock music. F U C K S A F E W A Y! But the kicker is the fact that they won't allow me to pierce my face. BULLSHIT! I'm quitting.
I need to stop smoking weed because I'm becoming irritable when I'm sober. Current Mood: angry