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Friday, March 29th, 2002
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12:33 pm - I am an inconsiderate fool and I deserve to be chained up and tortured bi monthly
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Whooo....boredom is increasing. I have a good two hours before anything interesting is going to happen. Perhaps I should shower and prepare myself for the day so that I do not offend my compatriots. I got a new hairdryer yesterday. That wasn't the highlight of my Thursday though I am happy to say. Sarah and I smoked some reeeefer and drove around listening to moonlight sonata. Then we met up with Cherea and went out for coffee. For the next two hours we listened to Cherea rant on about her boyfriend in an angry tone, then discussed guys and how they're stupid during sex. Apparently Cherea has to hide her vibrator from her boyfriend now because he "rails her with it." Scary. Marcos will be coming down in May. I have dubbed him metal face. He got both his eyebrows pierced, his bridge, his libret, his lip twice, his septum, and his left nostril. Not to mention his nipples, ears, and other body parts. Maybe metal man is a more fitting title. He wants to go to Warped with me...but I have to go with Brad, even though I don't think Brad really wanted me to go with him until I told him Marcos wanted me to go with him. Stupid competitive crap. Whatever. Mom has to have her tumor removed next week. First she's having a collostomy to see if she has that colon cancer...that's on Wednesday, so Tuesday she has to drink some freaky crap that's going to give her insane shits, that way her system is nice and clean on Wednesday. Then Thursday she has the hysterectomy. Fun times. Sarah dyed her hair purple. It looks better than the blue. Sunday, which is Easter, we're going to get stoned and go to Church. It should be very exciting. I figure it will be a nice time for a nap. Anyway...I think I'll go take a shower and what not.
current mood:  high
current music: At the Drive In--Acrobatic Tenement
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| Tuesday, March 26th, 2002
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1:28 pm - asdfasdadsfadfs
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hmm....so, I forgot I had this god damn thing. Well, the idea of this whole livejournal thing is utter nonsense to me. Who wants to come online and read about my life? Not even I do. In any case, I suppose I shall update. Mom is very sick. She has had two surgeries on her corroted arteries because they were insanely clogged, and one bypass on her left leg. The right leg is still in waiting. A tumor has been found on one of her ovaries, so next week she'll be having that removed, after she has a collostomy to see if she has any colon cancer. I've been to a million doctor's offices, and I'm tired of not working. I love my mother to death, but staying in this house to take care of her is driving me insane. I'm not even taking classes at the college this semester. Other than that, life is dull. Sex sucks....trying to stay away from my old friends maryjane and bud light....smoking too many cigarettes....blah blah blah blah blah. yeah
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1:28 pm - asdfasdadsfadfs
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hmm....so, I forgot I had this god damn thing. Well, the idea of this whole livejournal thing is utter nonsense to me. Who wants to come online and read about my life? Not even I do. In any case, I suppose I shall update. Mom is very sick. She has had two surgeries on her corroted arteries because they were insanely clogged, and one bypass on her left leg. The right leg is still in waiting. A tumor has been found on one of her ovaries, so next week she'll be having that removed, after she has a collostomy to see if she has any colon cancer. I've been to a million doctor's offices, and I'm tired of not working. I love my mother to death, but staying in this house to take care of her is driving me insane. I'm not even taking classes at the college this semester. Other than that, life is dull. Sex sucks....trying to stay away from my old friends maryjane and bud light....smoking too many cigarettes....blah blah blah blah blah. yeah
current mood:  bitchy
current music: shadyview terrace
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| Wednesday, June 6th, 2001
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1:59 pm - Bah
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This is crap. I graduated highschool two days ago. It was a tearjerking experience. ha. After that the lifeless squad and myself came back here for hamburgers and hotdogs. Exhilirating. hmph. Bonkers is trying to get me to accept two dollars to let him touch my boob for fifteen seconds. His girlfriend just dumped him and he's hard up for physical contact. It's sad...more than that, it's pathetic. Oh well, that is the way of the moronic. Other than that, I've been trying to avoid the calls from the armed services trying to convince me to join up. The navy wants to take me out for lunch. On them...hmmm, I don't think so, I don't want to leave myself vulnerable. Bonkers had his court date yesterday, they wanted to throw him back in the pig pen, but for some reason they didn't. His trial is in July, and after that he'll probably get sent down to Joliet to do a little hard time. Poor little guy, he's butt meat for sure. I've just been doing my best to visit him and talk to him so he doesn't get too lonely all cooped up in his house as he is. Last night I had a dream about asshole. I was pouring beer on his head and yelling..."You're cool now fucker!!" That's all I really remember. Ok...that's all for now
current mood: awake
current music: Agent Orange
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| Wednesday, May 23rd, 2001
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3:38 pm - I can't believe I've neglected this....
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Of all the things that have gone on recently, I cannot believe I have neglected to write about this one. Jesus Lord. Where do I begin. Ok, Thursday at the beginning of April I stayed home from school. Bonkers came over at like 3:00 to "talk." Wait...let me start from Monday. Ok, Monday fifth period, the fire alarm sounded and the school was evactuated for a bomb threat. I of course just went home instead of staying. Back to Thursday....Bonkers came over to tell me that him, boinko, and bilbo had called in the bomb threats....hahahaha...I thought it was a funny joke yadda yadda yadda. The next day at school, I walked in the door and Ginny ran up to me telling me that the three of them had been arrested. She was very worried...you know, boinko was her boyfriend. I tried to reassure her...I said "Ginny, if it's not on the news, don't sweat it, nothing's gonna happen." Well, I get home from school, and I play my guitar for a little bit, then I turn on the four o'clock news.. There are their faces....on every single Chicago news channel on t.v. It was insane...my phone was ringing off the hook....(bonkers is my ex, so many people called asking me the details) Well, boinko's still in jail, bilbo got out after three days, and Bonkers got out after about two weeks. They're all being prosecuted to the full extent of the law. It's insane. I guess what had actually happened....(that bonkers failed to mention) Was that they had concocted three works bombs...(just like drano bombs) and had put them in different bathrooms in the west wing of the school...the bombs went off, and then we were evacuated so the school could be searched. So bonkers out now on 24 hour curfew...he can't even go out onto his porch, but he's waiting for his court date on June 5th....I hope all goes well, it is ludicrous that he is being punished so severely for a dumb joke. These little devices didn't cause any damage at all to the property and didn't hurt anyone. Not only all this is going on, but the paper and the television made up a "disgruntled youth group called the 'Misfits'" that the three belonged to. I was brought down to the dean along with several other people for our "strange" apparel which is apparent signature of "Misfits" members. It is all ridiculous......alright...I have not much left to say on this subject.
current mood: bitchy
current music: still Exploited
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3:27 pm - The End Is Near
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Well.. the end is near. Highschool is almost over. I have two days left, then a week until graduation. I did not attend prom. I'm sure I didn't shock anyone with that decision. I'm going to miss my drug buddies from counseling. Tomorrow I believe will be the last time I ever go to group. I do not, however, think I will at all miss the counselor, for she is just not my favorite person. She's a little too holy for me with her babble about how I need to find "God."
In any case, I'm glad I am almost done with the treachory ???? of it all.
Other than that, nothing much is going on. Hopefully I will be attaining a vehicle within the next two to three weeks, that way I can begin my search for a full time job. Yippy Skippy. Work, a fucking joke. Why waste my time doing pointless meaningless shit that doesn't really even contribute to the society that I hate. I know why....because without work, there is no money, and without money, there are no possessions. I need underwear...(need?) and socks....and food...and water, and a vehicle, and apparently these days college is also needed. What a sad sad reality. A society filled with psychologists and lawyers and cable t.v. providers, along with other pointless scumbags.....arrr..........
current mood:  complacent
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3:27 pm - The End Is Near
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Well.. the end is near. Highschool is almost over. I have two days left, then a week until graduation. I did not attend prom. I'm sure I didn't shock anyone with that decision. I'm going to miss my drug buddies from counseling. Tomorrow I believe will be the last time I ever go to group. I do not, however, think I will at all miss the counselor, for she is just not my favorite person. She's a little too holy for me with her babble about how I need to find "God."
In any case, I'm glad I am almost done with the treachory ???? of it all.
Other than that, nothing much is going on. Hopefully I will be attaining a vehicle within the next two to three weeks, that way I can begin my search for a full time job. Yippy Skippy. Work, a fucking joke. Why waste my time doing pointless meaningless shit that doesn't really even contribute to the society that I hate. I know why....because without work, there is no money, and without money, there are no possessions. I need underwear...(need?) and socks....and food...and water, and a vehicle, and apparently these days college is also needed. What a sad sad reality. A society filled with psychologists and lawyers and cable t.v. providers, along with other pointless scumbags.....arrr..........
current mood: complacent
current music: Exploited
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| Sunday, March 18th, 2001
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10:53 am - gurgle
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I had a strange dream the other night.
I was standing in a gazebo type thing, and it was late evening. There were christmas lights hung all over the gazebo. I looked at my left hand, and there was a small black worm, about an inch long burrowing into the skin on my palm. I grabbed it, and pulled it out, but it started burrowing into the skin in the thumb of my right hand. Eventually, it burrowed in far enough to where I could not pull it out.
Then, (I'm guessing it was an asexual worm) The worm started to give off offspring. And the worms began to multiply incredibly fast and there were little worms squirming around all over the inside of my body. I guess their object was to inbed in my heart. So I went to the emergency room and had to wait. Ginny was there and she was having the same problem, so we started picking the worms out of eachothers backs with a pair of tweezers. Finally, the lady at the counter called my name, and told me that they didn't know anything about these worms so I would have to wait for a specialist. By this time the worms were near my heart, inching closer and closer. So I started yelling at her. There was a man standing a few feet away from me, he came up to me and handed me a piece of paper. The paper said "Up:Warm, Down:,Cold." Of course I understood that this meant if I stood outside in the cold, the worms would travel down into my feet. So Ginny and I ran outside...(for some reason we were now in out underwear) and we stood in the snow watching the worms travel down to our feet. It kind of looked like we had really veiny feet, but the veins were black. ....
that was all.
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| Thursday, March 15th, 2001
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2:49 pm - chugga chugga chugga chugga woo woo
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Today has been another uneventful day. I sat in group, and Ginny and Teri were in there along with Lauren and Kim. It was amusing. Ms. Pain put on some video about hardcore addiction and alcoholism. It was itensely boring. Ginny and I decided it would be much more exciting to throw paper at people, so we started tossing clumps at Julius Flowers. Then Ms. Pain told me that she needed to take me home to fatten me up. I responded by saying I was comfortable with my weight. Other than that, the rest of the school day was a struggle to remain conscious. Then after school I went to Sam's apartment and we watched The Sixth Sense and she ate Ramen noodles. So, today was pretty lame, or has been so far. Yesterday was a much more interesting day. Cherea and Tim picked me up. I guess they're trying to stay friends. Cherea is now insisting that she's in love with Jason, which is just completely ludicrous since they've never met. But anyway, we got Sarah then we all went to the Paragon. Tim thought it was strange that the three of us girls were talking about porn.
He talked a little, but anything he said I couldn't hear because he mumbles. It is seriously the epitamy of mumbling. You can make maybe one word of an entire sentence. Then we went back to Tim's house. That was interesting. We sat there. That's all, we just sat there. Elating. Then Eric came and picked Sarah up, and Tim took Cherea and myself to Steve's where Steve beat me at four games of pool within I'd have to say fifteen minutes. After that the fun was over and I came home and went to sleep. Blah...there is nothing left to say
current mood:  indifferent
current music: Bob Dylan...some greatest hits shit
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| Tuesday, March 13th, 2001
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2:06 pm - arrrghhhh
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Boredom has increased. What is there to do here? I myself am unsure. I don't think anyone is ever going to read my livejournal. I guess that's all for the best seeing as I have nothing interesting to write in my livejournal. I suppose I could tell a little story.
I was sitting in my room smoking a cigarette the other day. There was a knock at the door, so I got up and opened it. It was Sarah.
(Sarah)"I'm so pissed off. I'm never going back to work again blah blah blah."
The conversation continued on that note for a while. Then somehow we got into a discussion about Marcos's cousin.
(Sarah)"I think you two should go out."
(me)"No."
(Sarah)"Seriously, Eric(Sarah's boyfriend) and I keep telling him he should just ask you out."
(me)"No."
So the argument continued. I had to again clarify the fact that I was not at this time interested in dating him.
I then began to think. I do not think it is possible for me to move in with the three of them and not, in the middle of some rainy night, sneak into Sarah's bedroom and shave her head with a serated steak knife. I do not understand the thought processes of these people. Do they actually think we're all going to grow up and get married and live these happy little lives next door to eachother? There will be no little white house with a fenced in yard. This is not some sappy little story about four kids who grew up in a hellhole then made it out of there together and lived happily ever after. arghhhhhhhhh
current mood:  aggravated
current music: I'm in no mood for tunes at this time
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1:09 pm - eck eck eck
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Well, Marcos and I have been through for a month now. That bastard has yet to return my c.d. I don't care anymore, he can just keep the damn thing, I don't want it anyway. We haven't had any new challenges in group recently, but a lot of the groupies have gotten rowdy. Ginny and Teri want to kick Lauren's ass for telling Stacey that they were going to kick her ass. So then Kim started talking shit or what not so they want to beat her ass too. Then on Friday they got all drunk and threw eggs and flaming dog shit and Kim's and Lauren's houses. So last night, Kim and Lauren allegedly busted out the mirror on Ginny's mom's car. I have nothing to do with all of this nastiness though, just an innocent onlooker to the carnage. It's all quite amusing in an ignorant sort of way. So, because of all this conflict, group has been split up, and I have been attending both sessions. I do however have to quit attending quite so often because I fear I will not pass my classes on account of all the absences. I'm hoping I do alright though, I'm going to stop going to group so often. Other than that, the only thing of any significance that has happened is that Cherea has broken up with Tim. I don't know how long that is going to last, although she does plan on visiting Jason in Florida now. That's about all the interesting stuff I can think to write about.
current mood:  blank
current music: Sheer Terror, Ugly and Proud
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| Friday, February 16th, 2001
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1:34 pm - ahhh
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Well, this week has been tremendously shitty. Tuesday night, stupid Marcos dumped me. Wednesday was Valentines day. I don't think I have to get into that.
Other than that, the drug counselor keeps trying to convince me to believe in god. She says I'll find my faith or something and that I have to walk to spiritual path. I told her that it was completely illogical to me. But she was being a stupid bitch all day anyway and wouldn't listen to anything I was saying.
Tonight, I might actually get to see Hannibal. Kiro, Marcos's cousin will most likely take me. And Sarah and Eric will probably come too. At least it will be a decent end to a crappy fucking week.
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| Monday, February 12th, 2001
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1:35 pm - Bah
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Today sucks. I didn't go to school, so I have already failed the challenge. I didn't see Hannibal because stupid had to work all night. The weekend was completely uneventful. I went to Cherea's and we hung out in her room all night watching home videos and eating chinese food. At least I wasn't bored alone...
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| Friday, February 9th, 2001
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2:40 pm - What's going on here?
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2:25 pm - alright
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Today I went to school and came home. It was interesting. I ate doughnuts in the drug counselor's office for successfully completing last weeks "drug challenge." The challenge was not to drink over the weekend, and I came out victorious seeing as I'm not a big drinker in the first place. Amazingly, everyone else in my counseling group also completed this challenge successfully.
Our next challenge is to attend a full week of school. We cannot miss a class. I do not think I will fair well in this. Whatever.
I'm going to see Hannibal tonight with stupid Marcos. hmmm.....................
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| Wednesday, February 7th, 2001
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4:12 pm - ok
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