08.22.2009
Detroit, MI
DTE Energy Music Center
w/ Fall Out Boy, Panic At The Disco and Chester French
Ticket sale: 6/6
THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEST THING IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I AM GOING.
Jun 2, 2009
Will I be, when I wake up next to a stranger, on a passenger plane?
I've decided to shuffle songs by album on my ipod, so that way I can effectively listen to every song, without it seeming so ominous. It's a lot easier to convince myself to listen to 10-20 songs for an album than 840-something on their own.
Basically, I have successfully removed any incriminating files from my computer at my Dad's house so that when I accuse my sister of certain crimes, and show proof, my honesty is not also put into question.
My mother will be getting the internet in a few days, so that will make it easier to get her in trouble, but reversely, it's easier to get myself in trouble. It's a good thing that I know how to manipulate computers better than anyone in that household. The only problem that we might have is that our computer won't be able to handle the traffic. It can't even handle us playing games on it. We can play Zoo Tycoon for about 15 minutes. Can't play anything else though. So, potentially a problem. If so, we'll just buy a new one. I think we got our stimulus check (finally). They bought a new side door like they had been promising for about 4 years now. Which means also that I will now have a key to the house, and it will be easier to sneak out >:) (not that it is actually going to be easy by any means).
In history, Mr. (attic) was talking about turning in books. I told him that in the course of this last semester, my book has been replaced by a different one, most likely because I left the book under the desk, and someone took it and left theirs instead. Whatever the reason, I don't have my original book, but I still have a book. He said that because it's not my book, I'm going to have to pay $40 to replace it. He said that I'll probably just have to wait until Monday and see if someone turns it in. I'm kind of thinking that I could care less about getting my report card this summer, and that I probably am not going to pay. I would only be worried about not getting my schedule for next year though.
Hmmph :/
I know the time and place to put this trouble behind us.
Can't spend my life in shame,
Making light of these dark days.
Basically, I have successfully removed any incriminating files from my computer at my Dad's house so that when I accuse my sister of certain crimes, and show proof, my honesty is not also put into question.
My mother will be getting the internet in a few days, so that will make it easier to get her in trouble, but reversely, it's easier to get myself in trouble. It's a good thing that I know how to manipulate computers better than anyone in that household. The only problem that we might have is that our computer won't be able to handle the traffic. It can't even handle us playing games on it. We can play Zoo Tycoon for about 15 minutes. Can't play anything else though. So, potentially a problem. If so, we'll just buy a new one. I think we got our stimulus check (finally). They bought a new side door like they had been promising for about 4 years now. Which means also that I will now have a key to the house, and it will be easier to sneak out >:) (not that it is actually going to be easy by any means).
In history, Mr. (attic) was talking about turning in books. I told him that in the course of this last semester, my book has been replaced by a different one, most likely because I left the book under the desk, and someone took it and left theirs instead. Whatever the reason, I don't have my original book, but I still have a book. He said that because it's not my book, I'm going to have to pay $40 to replace it. He said that I'll probably just have to wait until Monday and see if someone turns it in. I'm kind of thinking that I could care less about getting my report card this summer, and that I probably am not going to pay. I would only be worried about not getting my schedule for next year though.
Hmmph :/
I know the time and place to put this trouble behind us.
Can't spend my life in shame,
Making light of these dark days.
Jun 1, 2009
Keep a calendar, this way you will always know the last time you came through.
I'm in school again. Still can't spell. Still haven't made any progress. I haven't even tried to work on it out of school. We'll be starting another essay on Wednesday or Thursday and we're taking a test on Friday. "Something stupid," he said. Regardless. We have lab time all week except for that test day. I don't care. I can't use it.
Everything is closing in and deadlines become more real, and WAY more apparent. I thought I was fine with you going away. I thought I wasn't. I was wrong both times. I don't know what I want, and I'm sorry that you have to suffer through this. It's time to change colors again. I'm an emotional wreck. "Stress."
Hurry, hurry. You put my head in such a flurry, flurry.
I wonder if Mr. Power is reading this right now. I mean, he has that capability... I would abuse it. It's not like he's got much better to entertain himself in this class. We're the most boring class I've ever been in. Why does it seem that the classes I'm in are the boring ones? And it's not even my fault for it. The teachers always complain that their other hours are unruly, loud, always busy. Nope, we're quiet, bored.
For once I actually came through for someone. I actually burned that Folie a Deux. I promised it on Friday, and granted, it is Monday, but nonetheless. I'll take what I can get.
I need to find a recipe. Bullshit. Pull out a page in the cookbook. Good enough. I need to sew a mole, which implies stealing a few feet of fabric from ID, and bring in something to eat tomorrow in Chem. I was supposed to buy lunch today. Some kid's gonna buy pizza for tomorrow, so I had to give him the dollar I had. I went hungry because I squandered my poptart. Whatever. In the meanwhile, I have about $10 at home now from weaseling it from my mom and dad. I kind of feel bad for my dad.
3 minutes.
Everything is closing in and deadlines become more real, and WAY more apparent. I thought I was fine with you going away. I thought I wasn't. I was wrong both times. I don't know what I want, and I'm sorry that you have to suffer through this. It's time to change colors again. I'm an emotional wreck. "Stress."
Hurry, hurry. You put my head in such a flurry, flurry.
I wonder if Mr. Power is reading this right now. I mean, he has that capability... I would abuse it. It's not like he's got much better to entertain himself in this class. We're the most boring class I've ever been in. Why does it seem that the classes I'm in are the boring ones? And it's not even my fault for it. The teachers always complain that their other hours are unruly, loud, always busy. Nope, we're quiet, bored.
For once I actually came through for someone. I actually burned that Folie a Deux. I promised it on Friday, and granted, it is Monday, but nonetheless. I'll take what I can get.
I need to find a recipe. Bullshit. Pull out a page in the cookbook. Good enough. I need to sew a mole, which implies stealing a few feet of fabric from ID, and bring in something to eat tomorrow in Chem. I was supposed to buy lunch today. Some kid's gonna buy pizza for tomorrow, so I had to give him the dollar I had. I went hungry because I squandered my poptart. Whatever. In the meanwhile, I have about $10 at home now from weaseling it from my mom and dad. I kind of feel bad for my dad.
3 minutes.
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