Marcus got back from Cancun. He had a blast, I was so jealous of him!
Like I said, I'm getting a job, and I have to go there for myself. You know, I
bet it's cheaper like during winter. We'll see.

Today's Father's Day. I went out to dinner with mine, it was nothing special.
My father has never had a serious conversation with me for the almost twenty
years of my existence. Whatever, I don't care, I got a free meal out of it.
Yeah, I'm shallow, but what has he done for me that counts? Sure, I love
my stereo, but my stereo doesn't give me advice. And my class ring was nice,
too. Even though I didn't get it until like a year and a half after I graduated.
Plus, it has the wrong mascot and school colors. But we had ugly school colors,
so I'm not that upset about that. But really, like Elliot says, "Don't fuck
[bang] the prostitute halfway." It basically means, if you're going to do
something, don't half-ass it. So with this in mind, I'm taking him for all he
has.

I am absolutely mad about hair metal. It gets worse and worse every week. I
can't get enough of it, it's like crack to me. It's so addictive.
I feel like I need it to get through my day. OMG, on I think Friday night, I had
my fix! I was watching some VH1 show called Top 40 Rock Ballads, or
something like that. It was goooooooooooood! Then I heard Bon Jovi's
Lay Your Hands On Me. Then when I was going to sleep, I had the radio on
with my headphones, and I heard 3 songs that I really like, but have forgotten
what they were, I'll post it when I figure out what they were, I think Green Day
Brainstew was one of them. I know that's not hair metal, but I love that
song. Anyway, I remember being so happy when I went to sleep that night. I
literally felt full, like I had just eaten dinner or something, but instead of
food, it was happiness. It was fulfillment. It was satisfaction. And baby, there
is nothing like it. It was absolute euphoria. I can go on forever
describing exactly how wonderful it was. I had never felt like that before in my
life, but I have one more example: It was like knowing you crave a certain
drink, and always being thirsty for it, but you've only been given a sip of it
at a time if/when you taste it, and finally being able to drink an entire cup
full. I was quenched. Hmmmmm, I guess that's what it must feel like after you
have really good sex. Like I'd know. I'd give anything to always feel
like that.

Before I jet, I have to say that I have a few new favorite songs that I can't
get enough of. One is new and the other two are old. The first one is Hoobastank
The Reason. At first I couldn't stand this song, it was (is) so
overplayed. But then, I kept always catching the tail end of it, and little by
little, it grew on me. But when I hear it, it makes me think of my friend
Michael. We had some stupid falling out, and I wish I could correct it, but I
don't know where he is or what happened to him.

The second of my favorite songs is Soul Asylum Runaway Train. LOVE.
IT. The lyrics are so beautiful. I know exactly how that feels. Well, I
would if I could break from this monotony that is my life. I hope I can runaway
and never come back.

The third is Great White's cover of the Ian Hunter song Once Bitten, Twice
Shy. That is my new jam, considering it's like 13 years old or something.
LOL. I can definitely relate to the title. That's why I don't have
anybody, love interest wise. I'm scared of getting hurt, so I keep my defenses
up. Plus, it's a really great song to sing along with.

You know, I really wish I had a friend to like most of the shit I
like. It would be too awesome if I actually had someone to gush about
Harry Potter and hair metal with. Oh well.

I'm phasing.