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I think I've gotten myself in a whole, here. My dad and I practically live in the same house as complete strangers, and this doesn't bother him at all; while I'm sitting here freakin' torn up about it.

My sister has gotten in to some not-so-cool stuff. I'm not going to go in to detail, but its pretty serious. The worst part is how she thinks she's alright, and resents my concern as I'm treating her like a baby. SHE IS A BABY. She's my baby sister, and I'm not going to let her fuck around with some guys for fun.

I give up caring.

Ashley called me last night, I think she was drunk, and she said somethings about us that I really hope she doesn't mean. She laughed as if it was the most hilarious thing ever said, and I was trying to remind myself she's a girl so I can' go COMPLETELY OFF ON HER.

So this Rebecca girl I like prolly will never talk to me again AFTER that little conversation I'm sure.

Uhhhh...shitpissfuckcuntcocksuckermotherfuckerdickfartturdandtwat.

Blink-182...haha.

We (me and Delia) may go to Atlanta for Christmas Break.

Thats all.
Nov. 27th, 2004 @ 03:20 pm

Gobble gobble.

I have to go to work now.

BUT FIRST! A shout-out to my two favorite girls.

Hanna-I love you. I'm sorry, but I ran out of minutes. And whenever I'm on AIM, you are not.

Jamie-You rock. I love you. And your lawn gnome layout.

Nov. 26th, 2004 @ 02:06 pm

My mother knows this. So does my grandmother. Even schiziphrenic NANA for crying out loud knows this. But every year-Thanksgiving Day-whats the majority dish on the counter?

You guessed it. Green-fucking-Beans.

Family is a wonderful and terrible thing. They are your kin; you feel a direct link to who you are and where you come from.

Sometimes, this is not a settling thought in your head.

My father has knobs. You know, the mustache knobs. Sherlock Homes, nychuck nychuck, KNOBS! On his fucking UPPER LIP!

I don't ever want to grow up.
Nov. 22nd, 2004 @ 08:01 pm

Heh heh...boobies...

I'm in my boxers. Reading the comics. I must go start work soon. I'm kinda nervous. But I'm not at the same time. I wonder if my boss is going to be a Nazi like the Master was??? And hopefully, not all the girls that work there would be dirty whores that beg you to bang them behind the microwaves and toasters.

....Hopefully, they will be hot also...

Hot girls.....that would be nice....

*drool*....

God, whats with me? I'm being such a freakin' pervert. I'm not like this usually, ladies, HONEST!!

Ok. I lie. I just don't do it in front of you all.

Mike, on the other hand..he does it in front of the lady-teachers. And wonders why he can't ever find the time to see Haley. Uh...because...detention for the rest of the semester after school sorta DOES THAT.

....WOMEN ARE CRAZY!

I don't mean that in a mean way. You just confuse me lots, and I spend most of my times trying to figure out how to survive. I have this knack for getting pissy girlfriends that don't appreciate my sense of humor. Or my facial hair. Or my car. Or my job. Or...well...if they can't find something not to hate...they'll make it up...

Ashley would get mad if I wore a white shirt....

I don't know, she never explained it to me....

So I went one week wearing nothing but white shirts.

Just to piss her off.

It was great. Until she got me alone with her.

Wicka-wicka! *rim shot*

Henceforth, women are crazy. But I guess that you owe it to yourselves and all. I'm sure as hell scared to know on a first hand experience what its like to have my girlie parts bleed.

Ewwwww.....*tears skull in half* GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!!

Oooooohhhhhh......cereal.....this day is going SO well.

Worky-work.
Nov. 20th, 2004 @ 11:03 am

Have you missed me? I've missed you. Like a prosthetic leg...or something.

Ok.

Ashley's really pushing me to my ever-lasting brink of sanity. Yeah. We broke up. BIG DEAL. It happens. Don't be whining because THIS high-shcool relationship didn't work out just like the other 17 thousand you've had this past year. I should have known. I'm stupid. You seemed like a great girl...but you kinda just fucked that first impression up.

Oh yeah. And stop telling people we're going to get back together.

That=will never happen.

Face it, cookie.

ANYWAYS. I finally quit Best Buy. I had to...or else I'd kill everybody with mad testosteronal-enflicted rage.

Girls are officially TOO good looking.

Especially the girls that you cannot have. It makes them more appealing. You notice she wore her hair differently that day or something....or she's wearing a new perfume....

These little things will drive you crazy...

Hence, I've been ignoring this one girl....and you prolly could guess.

I gave up, in case you care.

Well, no I didn't...did I? If I did, I wouldn't be a bitter, crazy, jobless guy. I'd just be jobless...and slightly crazy.

Crazy people make life more fun.

School is a bore, excluding the absolute hysterical (NOT) Calculus class I'm in. If I wasn't so madly, I'd cry...its that torturous.

OH WELL. Such is life. I wish Gwen didn't get expelled, she was the only person I could talk to in that class....sigh....

I guess this is sufficient enough. G'bye.
Nov. 16th, 2004 @ 08:18 pm

I just got dumped by the Bitchy Ashley.

I'm okay with it, I guess...I mean...PISSED OFF...but partially because I was SO going to break up with her first.

She...just beat me to it.

Life's a bitch that way.

Oct. 11th, 2004 @ 07:47 pm

She's just a major bitch on occasions (like alot.)

Like today, she totally brushed me off to hang out with her friends at lunch.

Its not that I don't want her to hang out with her friends...but she treated me like crap to make me go away....

I didn't talk to her during 3rd, and apparently that makes me the wrong-doer, its all my fault, blah blah blah.

Excuse me. Its not always the GUYS FAULT!!!

Grrr....women....

Jamie, you better call me! NOW!
Oct. 11th, 2004 @ 05:26 pm

Sorry, folks.

I have a girlfriend now...her name is Ashley...and she's great...

I've made friends finally...Farragut isn't as bad as I thought it would be...it still sucks...just not so much.

Me and my dad are okay now...which is good...the silent treament was sorta a bitch and a half to keep up with...

Delia is dating this guy named Roofus...I haven't found a good thing about this yet...but I'll get back to ya?

I still love Jamie...but I know we'll only get to be friends....and I'm okay with that now...she loves Cory and I guess its better that she was honest with me, ya know?

Well..work calls.
Oct. 10th, 2004 @ 11:10 am

I'm in love with Jamie.
Sep. 5th, 2004 @ 02:07 pm

A bunch of snobs at that school, not that I would know that already. *sarcastic*

Their reputation preceeds them, I'll give them that.

I made a new friend, at least. Her name is Morgan, and she's a junior whose in my Calculus class...

She's real nice, but a little too talkative....and ditzy...

Work calls.
Aug. 28th, 2004 @ 08:11 pm

A little 3 bedroom apartment in Farragut...away from my friends..

Graduating with a bunch of strangers I don't even know.

My senior year just got shot down the tubes.

I feel for Delia...she finally started dating this dude who she has liked for EVER, and now she's a friggin millenia away.

Called Jamie from our new number. She seemed less upset about me being gone...as close as we are I don't think that never seeing eachother will work out...

But I don't know.

Towmorrow I start classes...in a school I have no business being in....in a section of K-town I hate..

At least I live a little bit closer to work...

Me and my sister are both on a not-talking-to-dad rant..

New Home dinner consisted of eating chinese takeout in the living room floor, with our tv being lifted on top of a card-board box...

...Die, AOL.
Aug. 22nd, 2004 @ 08:16 pm

Fuck everybody. I'm best friendless (as I'm sure all of you have already read from Jamie's diary), and bitter...

I hate you all....just go away....I'm lonely...my heart hurts...I hate me...Her...you...just everybody.

I'll be a bitter old man...with a pair of K-swissies on...

Leave me alone...as I rot in my own turmoil!
Aug. 13th, 2004 @ 05:39 pm

I'm currently: a senior, single, in love, tired, hungry, pissed off, and in need of a girlfriend so I can put forth my energy in to something other than Halo.

But until then, *goes off and plays Halo*
Aug. 10th, 2004 @ 07:46 pm

And guess whose going to have to have the dealer order the part that needs to be replaced to fix the said person's car.

Guess whose going to have to pay 567 dollars for it, too.

Guess whose going to have to ask Jamie to drive him to work because he doesn't have any other means of getting there.

UUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Aug. 5th, 2004 @ 11:24 am