July 12, 2004: Past few days have been alright. Y'know still feel physically like utter shit. But mentally I'm doin' better. Went to see Martin at the Beverage Gallery, twas fun. Music was meh. Martin didn't realize that the mike wasn't turned on until about an hour before the show was done with, so never heard a vocal the entire night.
The people were awesome like always. Saw Ross for the first time in what was probably nearing a year. Doug was being a spaz and drank what I heard as about 4 cups of caffeine ridden drink. Of course for those of you there, you know I got to strut around in the new clothing. I imagine so many of you will be pulling on the chain, asking me to heel, beg, bark, and whatnot in the days to come. And FUCK you Morgan, the jacket is the shiznet!
Thats all for now folks!
July 14, 2004
Day's going alright, it's almost over. Got back to running after about week, week and a half, of sitting on me ass. The sun and 3 miles beat the shit outta me.
A song actually got some emotion outta me. Heard the song a million times, I'm sure you have too. Perfect by Simple Plan. Alotta you don't like said band but I do, so you can all go to hell. Not very witty...no...but I've lost what smidge of wit I had. But As you probably know its about the relationship between father and child. And me and my father have never liked each other, most of the time just argue with each other. But it brought the idea back to me, that he's going to day, and fairly soon. And It hurt me on an emotional level. And when I realized that I knew that I'd never be able to tell him that I was sorry I was suck an asshole of a child until it was to late. But I have just realized that when I go away to school, each time I leave home could scarily enough be the last time I see the old bastard (Ironically enough a pop-up with the song playing comes up when I'm typing this).
Tomorrow's a fun day. Therapy, ACC, EHS, maybe if I'm lucky and have the time, SPIDER-MAN 2! yay.
