Money is nice.
I actually went grocery shopping the other day. Not “How much frozen pizza can I get for $15?” shopping, but “Buy whatever groceries and food I want, even pop and candy!” shopping.
Man that feels good.
Not like I’m rollin in money (ha!!) but I don’t have to sell plasma anymore, or worry about gas. (I do need to replace my outer driver’s side CV joint, though.) Sure, working the night shift fucks me up, my life is backwards, pretty much… at least 2/3 off normal. It’s hard to sleep from 8 am till 4 pm or so and not feel like a shitstain, you know? But if ya gotta, ya gotta.
There was a party the other night. No, I didn’t hook up with anyone. I’m too shy to talk to girls I don’t know. And I’m ‘friend’, not ‘sex ma-shin’ with girls I do know. If I get really ripped I’ll talk to girls, but if I get really ripped, I’m most likely to forget that I’m trying to get laid. 
Last night, I stayed home, being ‘shower-avoidance-boy’ and unsociable. I guess I don’t like going out much, big deal. I ate pizza and stained my favorite sweatshirt. Then after the Beta party people came back over to the house, wimmins included, and there I was, smelling like stale sweat (not BO, thank God) and dirty as hell, with unbrushed teeth. Fuck it, I’m still charming as all git out :rolleyes:. I hate it when people don’t get my jokes. Oh well. My older brother passed out sitting up on the couch, this dirty girlie was trying to get on him (while he was passed out). She kept sitting by him and stuff, finally she passed out with her head on his shoulder. As a retaliation, my friend Robby and I crept over and placed her hand on Jake’s crotch, then shot her in the belly with a BB gun (only 300fps, I can shoot myself in the leg point blank and it only stings, we shoot each other in the arse with it all the time). Then we ran away.
That was fun and all. Robby was trying to get a blowjob from this cute freshman. Well, I think she’s cute as hell, but apparently no one else does. Serves him right, she didn’t give him one! Ha!
I need to buy new shoes.
My friend John and I got in a fight the other day. He was drunk and stoned, I was stoned, and we were watching some WinAmp visualisations while listening to mp3s of the Beatles. I contended that, like them or not (which I do), Nirvana advanced and changed rock music, he said that like them or not (which he doesn’t), Nirvana was shit and didn’t change anything. Then I said he was being obtuse, and he got all mad and wanted to fight. I left the room and we just avoided each other for about four days. Then at the party we were drunk and he comes over and says “Hey, I was drunk and high and shit, don’t hold a grudge.” so I was like “Alright.” So I guess that’s over (for now).
I watched VH1’s Top 100 Albums and Top 100 Artists and it solidified (or congealed…) my resolve to become famous, somehow. TV, music, or movies, I dunno. But I’m too much for fuckin’ KC, that’s for damned sure. I have alot of good ideas for songs, and we’ve written a half dozen good ones so far, and about the same shitty ones. We wrote a great one about a dead relationship in about an hour a week or so ago. I really want to get a good guitar book so I can learn the note positions on a fretboard. I think knowing that will help alot (and finishing learning all the chords, I only know about 20, well, I should know about 20, but it’s been a while, so I probably only remember 10 or 15, no, I remember the MAJOR major chords, and most of the minor chords, and the major chords in different octaves and stuff, so I’m doing okay…) but what I have the most trouble with is QUICKLY changing chords. I’m not too familiar with musical theory, either. I’d like to know guitar, drums, and keyboard, at least.
Work, work work. I haven’t worked a full shift yet, just not enough to do. Tax season hasn’t really started yet. Oh well.
My GPA last semester was 1.49, my cumulative is now 2.49. If I don’t get at least a 2.5 this semester, and finish at least 75% of my classes, I’m out of college. I think I may leave anyway. I’m too immature for college, I think. Perhaps a 4 year stint in the military will help out.
I’d like to live in Amsterdam a few years, learn some martial arts in Japan, and live in NY and LA for a time. See the world, you know. Fuck, except for vacations, I haven’t been out of the quad-state-area for any amount of time. I really DO need to expand my horizons.
I have to use my friends computers to type this stuff, I don’t have my own. I still owe alot of people alot of money (Around 4 grand, which is alot to ME) so I can’t get a computer of my own right now.
I haven’t been around alot lately, you know. Busy and shit. I wish I could get on this mo’fo’ more. I miss it. Good times, man, good times.
Feel free to email me if you wanna talk (even if I don’t know you, ) especially if you are a sexy, sexy lady. ::has a few in mind::
Ender, you’re in KC, let’s you and I get a Dopefest up and runnin, eh?
Peace.
–Tim