Saturday

I'm Typing from a pay phone...weird hey?

Tuesday

I wrote this on the airplane to Ontario but couldn’t post it until now.



It’s daytime and I’m sitting in the smallest airplane seat I have ever sat in. To the left on me is Simon, who has been asleep for quite some time. In front of me is a pile of un eaten airplane food that Simon had constructed before he fell asleep. To the right of me is a boy who has been amusing himself with some sort of yarn spinning contraption for the whole flight. This boy, among other people in my general vicinity, seem to have quite serious staring problems. I, unlike other people, am minding my own business and these people can’t find anything better to do then stare at me. It’s exactly 11:10 AM and I can’t sleep to save my life. I’ve never been too great with airplanes, even in business class I feel trapped. I also realized early this morning that I have newfound fear of flying. Ever since take off I’ve been thinking of nothing but dying. I’ve never had a problem with this before but today it seems the fear has decided to emerge. Come on Saint Christopher. Don’t fail me now.

Saturday

A couple of days ago I decided that I had had enought of trying to be social and shut myself in my room. The dark room that I had shut myself in contained a television and a video game system. Its amazing how anti-social one can be when one tries. I emerged with bloodshot eyes, dialated pupils and a new found hate for natural light. I don't think I'll be doing that again anytime soon. I really should get out more, but everytime I think about going out and doing sumthing I just slump back into my swivle chair and wish I had something to do. I love how everyone who I talk to complains about how they have no life. What is this standard of "a life" that everyone strives for? It seems to me that If no one has this "life", then having a life is a fabricated lie and being a loser with no life isn't that bad after all.

Monday

My mind has drawn a blank. I wasted all my inteligence on talking about hot dog stands and ex-girlfriends, shit. I updated my bands site, go see it www.theauthorityrules.com

Wednesday

(This post has been removed because it offended my grandma)

Saturday

Love is cool until it pulls out a knife and stabs you in the fucking eye. It was my birthday yesterday, am I not supposed to be happy? Instead of being happy, I've decided to be depressed over my ex-girlfriend. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAVE A TRUCK LOAD OF DESPONDENCY! HOOORAAAAAYYY! For lack of better words, this is fucking brutal. This is really bothering me. I don’t think anything has bothered me this much in a really long time. Wow, I’m sharing my deep emotions with people I don’t know….. Oops…

Tuesday

A couple days ago, I saw an old friend who I hadn't seen in about two years working at Dominos. She looked as good as one can possibly look in a red and blue pizza place hat and uniform. This confused me, why was this girl working at Dominos? She was much too pretty to be working in the grease stained, self asteem crushing shack that we all know as Dominos. I found out today from another friend why she was working there. It seems that while she was house sitting for someone, she invited some friends over. These friends decided it would be fun to smash the owner of the houses car to pieces.....shit...I wonder why I don't think of this stuff... so they did...and this girl has to pay off the repairs for this car....why can't I have cool friends like this? I feel so deprived.