9/16/03 out of q-tips
It's seven-twenty, and I suppose that i should be getting ready, but I'm mostly done with that, and I think that this needs an update, whether I have one for it or not.
I've been waking up several times a night for the past little while, and it really sucks ass. I think it kind of helped last night (this morning?) I woke up about ten minutes before i usually do, and got in the shower early, and now it seems that I have time to do this.
Jenn and I went to the waffle house again after school yesterday. Adrian and Amber were there as well, and they gave me a birthday present. "mooch goes to hollywood" it's about some talking dog, and.... hollywood maybe? It's super old, and it has alot of ancient movie stars that I think I should be more familiar with. (vincent price, mickey rooney, phyllis diller, zsa zsa gabor) I haven't watched it yet, but I think that'll get done tonight, after I return from Jenn's.
It's seven thirty, and my mouth still tastes like shit. I'm going to go correct that and fix my hair and... stuff. I'm going to go get ready.

9/11/03 everyone cry in unison.
Yeah, so it's seven-eleven again. People are stupid. new topic.
Jenn, and Mo, and Chelley and I went to the Waffle House today after school. There was a guy, and like the rest of the Waffle House patrons, he was wearing a greasy shirt, and had a huge stomach. He wore suspenders, and he had enormously thick grese-smudged glasses. He was an interesting looking guy, but that isn't what's special about him. He sounded like the crazy cajun guy from "The Water Boy," only he was really loud and fast with it. After he left, Fuzzy (the cook guy(great))apoligized for him being there. It was the funniest thing that I've seen in a long time, and we laughed shamelessly ten feet away from him. All of that was before Mo and Chelle showed up. After they did some really scary junkie-looking-guy came in. he wore really thin pants really high, and with nothing under them, and it was the most disgusting thing that ive seen in a long time. His hair was huge and orange. As we left, he talked to me about Pink Floyd (I was wearing a shirt) I think that he may have referred to me as rock-boy. He was alot scarier than funny I thought.
I haven't written since i got back form the mountains, and I suppose that there isn't much to say about the trip. I had a really good time, and Jenn went with me. We took a billion pictures, and they were good I thought. On the way back the car broke, and we sat at the gas station for five hours. So that's that.
I'm listening to The Ministry (don't hate me Jenn) They're pretty bad, but i think that i like them. I think this may be my longest entry, which is special, or would be, if I had more than four. Im'm going to go and get my xbox on.

8/24?/03 Morning, with sqeaky teeth.
Jenn is driving me to school today, and that's incredibly exciting, aside from the whole not riding the bus part. I think that it may represent a new era. I'll look back and say, "oh, well that was before she could drive." and that's how it will be. There's a ketchup packet by my feet. i should finish getting ready before she gets here, maybe i should say before you get here... after all, it was you (her) that made me update. short and pointless, but that's what you get when you make me.
8/20/03 For the cock wrangler so dear to me.

Today I sat in Greg's doctor's office for like three and a half hours. I think that really is all that happened. I sat.

I was talking to my mom. For my birthday she and I are going to the mountains for the weekend, she's invited Jenn. It would be a photography trip, and the best thing ever. I hope that it works out.
8/18/03 Tall Bird Short Bird
Today I went home with Jenn. There was a roast, and it had carrots, and potatoes. Food is my favorite thing I think. If God were fair, I would be an eight-hundred pound sweaty hog-beast, with a food fetish.

"Tall Bird Short Bird" is a good game, you try to make tall and short birds... but it's tricky, you have to know when you should make a tall one, and when you should make a short one. Sometimes Jenn is really happy (I would say giddy, but she hates it, and would stop being it as a result.), we giggle, and have fun, and it's the best time in the world. I want it every day. I love me some Jenn.

I had convinced myslef that i had something to write about, and I really, really don't. It's just been a while since I have, and it seemed that I should. I just read over that, and I can't understand why I even try to make use of paragraphs... look at the second one, there's no reason for it to be the way that it is...

8/12/03 too damned early.
Braaaagghhhh! (thats a yawn)
Last night while my mom was having her fun-time medication coma, she stumbled around, and was looking for "computer test papers" she also said that she would take us to school, and then woke me up with ten minutes to get on the bus, and left. I missed the bus, and i think that Allison is somewhat angry with us. I'm begining to wonder how much of my mom's medicine taking is for pain... I mean.. she gets pretty fucked up at night, certainly more than i ever have. One of the things that my mom takes at night is ambien, which is a "sleep-aid", it's intended for use up to ten days, and my mom has been using it for several months, so it isn't hard to imagine that she's built up quite a dependency. I suppose that this isn't really anything that I should worry about, seeing as how it's just a suspicion of mine, and not really in my hands. I would just rather keep one sub-normal parent. Her at night really is hell though, i feel like im looking after an incredibly tall retarded three-year-old. She isn't just dazed, or tired, or even a bit high, she is absolutely bat-shit crazy. There are no goddamned computer-test papers (and waffle house furry hashbrown things dont exist either.) Allison says that she talked to her yesterday, and that she's in the worst pain that she's been in, and that's alot for her. I think that if I weren't around, that i wouldn't blame her, but I am, and I do, and I'm her responsibility. She's supposed to have an MRI soon, maybe that will help something. I'm really tired of baby-sitting at night. meh, all of that sounds like I'm mad at her... and I'm really not, I just feel like she's inadvertantly unloading on me, and it isn't fair. I have to go to school now.

8/10?/03 night
I've had a good weekend. Friday, I went home with the lovely Jenn. We play sorry alot. Saturday, there was a music thing, it wasn't wonderful, but I felt bad that Justus and Allison didn't show up to see Steve. After that, there was the meeting of new people, and the re-meeting of old aquaintances. Today, I went to Jenn's and then to my daddy's house, I like playing pool with Jenn, but Greg is really good at being a dick for no reason.
Over the weekend some crack-heads (literally) broke into my dad's house, so he went to go reclaim his possesions, and failed, coming back somewhat injured. He's going to sell their van, and use the money to hire a bounty hunter. He does funny things.
Tomorrow is school again, and I've always said that I hated school, but really, this year is total shit. The classes aren't so bad, but I'm at the career center all day, and I miss people. In the morning i get to ride my bus, unless Anna gets on, and I beg shamelessly. Which I think I shant do, but if she would, then i would be willing to pay her.
Oh! one more thing, I forget constantly to mention this, and im too lazy to add it to the image map down at the bottom. I have a forum. It's probably boring, but its content (something I lack), and its something to do. here.