| Ah the 4th of July... |
[03 Jul 2002|03:51pm] |
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Forget all the patriotic stuff, what the 4th of July really means is...fireworks. Earlier today Busch and I went down the the Black Cat trailer by Dotties in Hartland. They had some pretty decent stuff, but it may have been a tad overpriced, but I didn't have any money anyway so it didn't matter. Busch decides to buy some big mish-mash pack of bottle rockets, roman candles, some black cats, and some other crap. On the way home we got a little...peckish...and decided we'd start the fun a little early. He pulled over and we took out several packs of the black cats then we drove down the street and he light a pack and dropped it in the road in front of some farm with some horses standing there eating some grass then as we drive away we hear, "POP! POP! POP! POP!...etc." I look back and I see all the horses jump up and start running like crazy, it was one of the funniest things I've ever seen...mean, but funny.
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[29 Jun 2002|11:11am] |
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I really need to get a job. I don't know how much more I can go without bringing in some money/being at home without an excuse to leave.
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[28 Jun 2002|09:44pm] |
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I hate my family. The more time I spend not at home the less time I can stand being at home, if this makes sense to anybody. My sister cries about every fucking thing under the sun (i.e. my mom just told her to put her shoes away and she started crying). My mom bitches about everything non-fucking-stop. My dad acts like a cock all the time and thinks he's the fucking king of something or something. Last week he was fucking sitting there doing nothing and he comes up to me and goes, "Why don't you go help your mother do this," and I was like, "Why the fuck don't you?" Then he goes, "That's what I had a son for. HAHAHAHAHA!" Seriously, fucking.................AH.
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| I love blackmail. |
[26 Jun 2002|04:43pm] |
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My sister just paid me $2, count 'em, two, to not tell my mom that she had one of her friends in the house today. I could definitely get used to this.
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| Just to set the record straight. |
[25 Jun 2002|11:26pm] |
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During German today we went around the room and had this conversation and you had to...whatever that's not the point. The point is, it started out as, "Where is the bathroom?" This sparked something inside me and I started to feel like going to the bathroom. By the time they got two or three people before me I was getting worried, it was really getting bad, but I didn't want it to seem like I was copping-out. So then I just, "Screw it," and I left and took a painful shit. When I got back everyone started laughing and I was like, "Oh god, I knew it." I just want the truth out there, I really had to take a massive shit and I decided that it was better to look like I was copping-out rather than shitting my pants. Just to set the record straight.
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[22 Jun 2002|06:11pm] |
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This (Ben: how was god camp? Quill: don't ask) pretty much sums it up, but I think we still want to know anyway.
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[21 Jun 2002|02:26pm] |
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Apparently some guy just went into our backyard to day and started cutting branches off of one of our trees. What the fuck?
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| Remember that time... |
[19 Jun 2002|03:46pm] |
...I was supposed to go take the ASVAB, but after we drove all the way down to Milwaukee and we filled out all the paperwork (during the paperwork he put my ethnicity as "Hispanic") I go to the testing room and give the testing guy my paperwork and he goes, "All right you can walk out there and come back in a month because you're only 16. You need to be 17." Then on the way home the recruiter used many swears in reference to how big of an idiot he is. Then he kept talking about sports and whatnot. I'm pretty sure I'll do good on that ASVAB though. The only part I won't do good on is the auto mechanics part. I don't know shit about how vehicles work.
So all in all it was nothing more than a waste of an hour or so. Whatever.
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[17 Jun 2002|02:18pm] |
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I just got back from a little trip to Satans Asshole...er...I mean Waukesha. I got really bored so I thought I'd go out to the library and get some reading materials. I _fucking_ hate driving in Waukesha. All of a sudden two-way streets magically become one-way streets and God-forbid that they should have the lane lines in the middle of the road that may confuse people. DAMMIT! I HATE WAUKESHA...er...I mean...LITTLE MEXICO...er...I mean...SATANS ASSHOLE!
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[17 Jun 2002|01:03pm] |
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Sweet Baby Ray's...Greatest BBQ sauce ever made. This stuff is good on anything. Also Fla-Vor-Ice whoop ass. I've been eating about 10 of those a day now.
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[15 Jun 2002|11:06pm] |
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Today at Klotz's we found this awesome "Christian Rap" song called, "True Prayaz." It's possibly the funniest thing I've ever heard. We also downloaded some poppy-punk group called Superchick. They had some funny lyrics such as, "If you were a country you would be Switzerland, never take a stand, you're policy is never to offend." It sums up so many people who sit on the fence, that we know. Whatever, that may not make sense, but I don't really care right now. I'm pretty tired.
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[15 Jun 2002|11:36am] |
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I met with that recruiter today and on Wednesday it looks as if I'm going to take my ASVAB. I guess it's like a military ACT or something. I'll see how I do on that then I'll go from there.
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| Those damn teases... |
[14 Jun 2002|10:45pm] |
Once again threats were thrown out challenges were accepted, but nobody fought. Every other day in Pewaukee "so and so is going to fight so and so," but these fights are many moons apart. Apparently at some chicks party some Arrowhead fags gave Romeo's sister pot and then Romeo wanted to fight them. Of course, half of Pewaukee shows up to "fight," but in actuality only 1/8 of them will, if that. Much trash was talked, but as always the fight ended in reverse order when the handshake and walk away was done before the fighting, and the fighting was just skipped. This time though, it was all the fucks from Arrowhead who were backing off.
Fucking fist teases.
Today some guy from the army, Sergeant Butler, called me and was like:
SB: So how's it going?
Me: Good. I guess.
SB: So you been working hard this summer or just laying around?
Me: A little bit of both I suppose.
SB: Yea that's cool. I hear you on that one.
Me: K.
SB: So are you interested in the military?
Me: I've been thinking about it a little.
SB: Great, so tomorrow morning at 10 I'll meet you at McDonald's on Capital and we'll discuss your possible future with the army. I'll buy you breakfast.
Me: K.
SB: All right, see ya then.
Me: K.
Recruiters are the devil.
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[12 Jun 2002|04:49pm] |
So I've been downstairs sleeping since like 11 and I come back upstairs and there's a cute note on the computer for me that says, "Return screen to its proper look. Do not upload, download or reinstall any programs, files , folders, or anything."
What the fuck? I'm going to stab him.
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| My dad is a fucking idiot. |
[12 Jun 2002|11:09am] |
Apparently last night he got all pissed and stuff because the screen resolution was 1024 x 768, instead of his preferred 800 x 600. I can't stand 800 x 600, I feel like a 90 year old woman or something. Then he goes on one of his deleting rampages where he looks around and deletes my programs.
Ok...Now I'm pissed, he completely uninstalled CloneCD. What a fucking bitch.
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[10 Jun 2002|06:08pm] |
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Has anybody else ever had this conversation:
*Phone rings*
Me: Hello.
Mom: Where are you?
Me: *Insert place here*
Mom: Ok, I heard there was a big accident and I was calling to make sure it wasn't you.
Me: K. *hangs up*
Does she have a police scanner or something?
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[10 Jun 2002|12:14pm] |
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I can't stop eating these Pop-Ice things. They're the flavored ice inside the plastic like straw thing, but anyway, I've eaten 6 of them in the past like 10 minutes.
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