Happiness...

I cant really think of anything that makes me happy. I dont know. I guess just being away from my house, and family, as fucked up as that might be. I cant stand any of them. So basically being as far away from them as possible makes me happy. Ive been debating going to live with my dad in mankato for the rest of the year, or at least until im eighteen. The only thing stopping me is the fact that mankato sucks, and my friends too i guess.

nothing to do... part 3

Yesterday, after school, i went to chipotle with my cousin. After that, i went home and played video games until about 11:45, then went to bed. I HAVE NO LIFE!

nothing to do... part 2

Yesterday was a half day. So when I got out of school, Josh and I went to Papa Johns to see if my friend Jnew was working, his car was in the parking lot, but he wasnt there. He texted me later and said his mom drove him to the hospital. So after that I went to Dylan's house. I got there and he was just waking up. We went on the internet, and listened to music, and smoked, and shit, until Rory and Gavin came over. When they got there, we did the same thing for a few hours. At around 5:30 we went up to walgreens, and Gavin got picked up by his mom. We went back to dylans house, and went down to the basement, to play playstation, until my mom wanted me to came home. I convinced her to come pick me up, ad give Rory a ride home, cause it was cold as hell. When we got to Rory' house i went inside, and finally picked up his old bass that he said i could have, because i gave him my old leather jacket. When i got home i started working on the bass. I took it all apart, and sanded the stupid shit scratched into it off. Another hapless night, but what else is there to do?

nothing to do...

It seems like I never have anything to do. Call up Dylan, and Rory, go hang outside a gas station, or the walgreens, or sit in someones basement. Sit around smoking listening to music, and talking about nothing. But what else is there to do? Saturday, Rory, and I walked to the store, bought some stuff, then walked to Dylans house. We stayed there for a while playing playstation. Then we walked to Rorys house. When we got there we went inside, and did nothing. We just sat there smoking and laughing at Rorys dads hilariousness, Untill i had to go home. Dylan came with me, and we went back to my house. When we got there, we sat around and played Xbox, and smoked. Yeah its boring, but what else is there to do?

My Writing

I really dont know what to say about my writing. I dont think its that good. But i dont think its horrible. I think i tend to use alot of run on sentences, which im trying to stop doing so much. I also forget to capitalize stuff sometimes. I dont use alot of punctuation ,and i never really write that much but im getting better about that. Usually I cant really put my ideas into words, cause i hate writing.

My Life

The other night, i was standing outside walgreens, as usual, with the usual people, talking about the usual things, and i realized something. My life is like Seinfeld. Except like the rated R version. No nevermind, the unrated version. you can only say fuck a certain amount of times in an R rated movie, and we surpass that in about 2 or 3 sentences. But back to the point. We stand around and do nothing, talk about nothing,and yet have full conversations, and are almost never bored. Its a show about nothing.

Striking Revelation!

I was watching the movie "Polar Express" with my little cousins the other night, and i had a striking revelation. This movie should never be shown to children. I think the book was written by child molesters. A mysterious train appears in a little boys backyard out of nowhere, a strange man, the little boy doesnt know, comes out and says the little boy can meet Santa Clause,if he gets on. So he gets on the train. Remind you of anything? Like a mysterious van, with no back pulls up next to a child walking home from school, or something like that. The strange man that the child has never seen before, tells the kid that hes got candy in the back. So the child gets in. This is not the kind of thing you want your kids to see. It will teach them to trust stranger.
DO NOT SHOW THIS MOVIE TO CHILDREN!!!

language...

I think i speak pretty well. My grandma always corrected me when id say things wrong, when i was younger. Some things i dont really find a point in, like "whom", and such. But generally i think im pretty good about grammer. I do still use "slang", and bad grammer, sometimes i guess. But i try to catch myself in it. Alot of my friends use bad grammer. Some things, i dont really care about, like saying seen instead of saw. Sometimes i say it. But others get on my nerves, like when someone says "I told him if he wanted to go" for some reason that really pisses me off. Maybe its about understandability.

my weekend.

It was cool. I didnt do anything. Barely left the house. slept in, never got dressed, just stayed in my pjs. watched tv all day. My cousin William came up from Connecticut, with his kids. So i hung out with him and played with his kids, William the 6th, who is 2, and Adonis Who is 1. My mom and step dad left on friday to San Fransisco. So William and my other cousin Darcy are staying with me and my little brother and sister. Before my mom left she taught little William to call me a bonehead, so all weekend he was calling me that. I think he thinks thats my name now.
Darcy dropped Adonis down the stairs yesterday.He was crying and stuff, and instead of comforting him William told him it was alright, and to be a man. I thought that was weird, and that he should have atleast picked him up and held him for a while, but refrained from saying anything. I thought Hes the parent and knows what to do i guess. After about 5 minutes of crying, Adonis was fine. Which made me think. My brother and sister will scream and cry about anything, a scraped knee, a sliver anything. Maybe thats the reason. My mom babied them all their lives. When little William fell or anything he just got back up and was fine. Different parenting styles i guess. But which one is more efficient?

what im thankful for

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and im supposed to write what im thankful for.
Im not quite sure what im thankful for. I guess i dont ever really think about that kind of stuff. I just live day by day, take things as they come. I try not to think about the past, or the future. But back to what im supposed to be thinking about, what im thankful for. I guess my friends. The people I can really trust. Which ive come to realize isnt many. Ive known alot of people in my life, that i thought i could trust, who end up fucking me over. But a few people i know have always been there for me. The people i can truly call my friends. and thats the only thing i can truly think of that im thankful for!

i wish i was this cool!

if i was one of the fatboys
i would be sooooo happy!

suff about stuff

thing I live by-do onto others as they do onto you, NOT as you wish them to do onto youthings about me-i love movies, old horror movies are my favorite, but ill basically watch anything.the best movie ever, in my mind is evil dead 2.i dont watch alot of tv, but i do like it.i like cartoons.i dont like to read. its boring.i love music, i listen to alot of different things, but im really picky at the same time,alot of old hiphop, punkrock, rockabilly, psychobilly, country, horror punk, and hardcore, and ROCK AND ROLL.some of my favorite artists and bands are, the quakes, the koffin kats, hank williams the third, the knux, whodini, the stoogesand anything iggy pop!, KISS!, the come-ons, the klingonz, social d, legendary shack shakers, wu-tang clan, DOOMTREE!, public enemy, anything DEF JAM!, ect.and i forgot the rest of the stuff i was supposed write about

People should bathe!

I know too many people that think its cool to be dirty. People NEED to bathe! They get all gross, and their hair gets all knotted and nappy. Its not cool, its disgusting. Stinking isnt appealing, and dont try to cover it up with axe or perfume. It doesnt cover it, or mask it. It only makes it smell worse. Just take a shower! Wash your hair, its not that hard, in its much more pleasent to be around someone thats clean. And brush your teeth too!

SATAN!!!

Heres my research project.
Its about satan.
Satan fascinates me. For many reasons, like the controversy around the word, and the way people react to it. And most peoples assumptions about him, or it, or whatever. The whole apocalypse thing really interisting, and in most cultures and religions satan has some part in it. The word satan itself means "to overcome", which makes me think about the whole thing in a different perspective.