2 a days FUCKING SUCK ASS HARD
starting at 7, ending at 3:30 isnt my type of fun.
alls i want to do is go to bed/relax, but i had to go to my psychologist today, and then eat dinner, and now i have to do dishes and its fucking 8:15 at night.
i hate how my family has no empathy.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Sunday, August 5, 2007
soccer!
ok, so i just got back from katie's soccer game, she lost :[ but it was ok.
I got up at 7:30 to take a shower, ate breakfast blabdebla, than went over to her moms house at 9 where i went on the comp and waited until i was told it was time to go. we left, picked up her grandma, went to Macdonald's (i wasnt hungry so i just got a coke), and eventually arrived at the place.
I was freezing. idk why, but i was freezing.
the game was kinda boring, 0-0 at the half (i played catch at the half), and then the other team scored 2 goals, katie's scored one, then the other team scored again, making the final score 3-1 we lose :[.
went home with her dad where i FINALLY got to read her poems, they aren't as bad as she thinks they are, some repetition, but if you look at mine, i have a lot of shared themes/sentences.
and now im home, i have to make dinner (hamburgers and broccoli, easy) and then im free for the rest of the day.
I got up at 7:30 to take a shower, ate breakfast blabdebla, than went over to her moms house at 9 where i went on the comp and waited until i was told it was time to go. we left, picked up her grandma, went to Macdonald's (i wasnt hungry so i just got a coke), and eventually arrived at the place.
I was freezing. idk why, but i was freezing.
the game was kinda boring, 0-0 at the half (i played catch at the half), and then the other team scored 2 goals, katie's scored one, then the other team scored again, making the final score 3-1 we lose :[.
went home with her dad where i FINALLY got to read her poems, they aren't as bad as she thinks they are, some repetition, but if you look at mine, i have a lot of shared themes/sentences.
and now im home, i have to make dinner (hamburgers and broccoli, easy) and then im free for the rest of the day.
Friday, August 3, 2007
...
suicide, death,
they bate his breath,
blood, gore,
he wants more,
cut, slice,
it's never nice,
shot dead,
a bullet in his head,
jump, fall,
this will end it all
catch, snap,
quickly breaks his back,
needle, toxic,
this should be quick,
lonely, sad,
oh well, too bad,
almost over, almost done,
he's glad that he had this fun.
they bate his breath,
blood, gore,
he wants more,
cut, slice,
it's never nice,
shot dead,
a bullet in his head,
jump, fall,
this will end it all
catch, snap,
quickly breaks his back,
needle, toxic,
this should be quick,
lonely, sad,
oh well, too bad,
almost over, almost done,
he's glad that he had this fun.
i feel like running again
Im not entirely sure what set it off, but I feel like running again.
maybe it was the thoughts this morning where i felt like i was losing katie
maybe it was when people mentioned that i never seem to be happy and i think about it and they're right, i never can seem to be happy, and when i am, it allways ends up worse... example: cedar point; good day, lots of fun, was happy, then bus ride home and i ended up crying in front of everyone
maybe it was when my parents brought up the Szado's (longtime family friend) and how they were moving cuz their oldest blew up a car and they want to start over
maybe it was my mom so bluntley asking me about whether or not i had cut in a while that made me feel like i dont belong here
maybe it was the fact that i felt like football was killing me, not helping me
maybe it was the coach promoting stereotypes that made me feel like this place was bullshit
idk... but i just feel like running, somewhere, anywhere, not here, not established, some woods somewhere, i think i could make it, and if not/ oh well, ill have been presumed dead by then anyways.
maybe it was the thoughts this morning where i felt like i was losing katie
maybe it was when people mentioned that i never seem to be happy and i think about it and they're right, i never can seem to be happy, and when i am, it allways ends up worse... example: cedar point; good day, lots of fun, was happy, then bus ride home and i ended up crying in front of everyone
maybe it was when my parents brought up the Szado's (longtime family friend) and how they were moving cuz their oldest blew up a car and they want to start over
maybe it was my mom so bluntley asking me about whether or not i had cut in a while that made me feel like i dont belong here
maybe it was the fact that i felt like football was killing me, not helping me
maybe it was the coach promoting stereotypes that made me feel like this place was bullshit
idk... but i just feel like running, somewhere, anywhere, not here, not established, some woods somewhere, i think i could make it, and if not/ oh well, ill have been presumed dead by then anyways.
What would you change about me?
I really want to know, I mean, just because IDK what you guys think of me unless I get some feedback...
answers so far:
less horny
happy
happy
less of an ashole
answers so far:
less horny
happy
happy
less of an ashole
Thursday, August 2, 2007
should I?
well it depends...
whos in your band?
when do you meet up/practice?
Where do you practice?
If you want to... you could work with some of my songs and I'll see what you got, ok?
peace
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Josh
Date: 01 Aug 2007, 09:26 PM
.....your poems/lyrics, that is. lol, not in a stromberg way.
in fact, you are so good that i was wondering if you would be interested in writing lyrics for my band/letting us use your stuff. idk if u have ever done this before or not (letting a band use ur stuff), but we arent particularly good at writing them (whereas u are AMAZING).
obviously u get credit where credit is due (on the album, etc) and if we ever make any money.... well, we can cross that bridge when we get there.
let me kno what u think.
whos in your band?
when do you meet up/practice?
Where do you practice?
If you want to... you could work with some of my songs and I'll see what you got, ok?
peace
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Josh
Date: 01 Aug 2007, 09:26 PM
.....your poems/lyrics, that is. lol, not in a stromberg way.
in fact, you are so good that i was wondering if you would be interested in writing lyrics for my band/letting us use your stuff. idk if u have ever done this before or not (letting a band use ur stuff), but we arent particularly good at writing them (whereas u are AMAZING).
obviously u get credit where credit is due (on the album, etc) and if we ever make any money.... well, we can cross that bridge when we get there.
let me kno what u think.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
=D
for the first time since last thursday, I'm actually happy. Tired, but happy too.
Saw Simpsons Movie at Canton cinema at 1:10 w/Katie. Had some fun, I like the movie, lots of unexpected parts. The only bad parts were that there was an old creepy black guy who kept looking over at us, and a family on the other side that was constantly walking by.
Dropped her off at home, went back to G+G's house, had pizza, left for football.
Practice=HELL. end of story, first day I actually took my shirt off... "Hey Berger, how do you like my six pack?" "Pretty nice man... check out my *lifts up shirt*..." "Keg?" "Yeah..." =D
Ran our asses off, legs off, balls off, dicks off, abs off, feet off, etc. off.
But other than the excrutiating cramps and the whole running nonstop for 13 mins with a cramp... and the badgers, Practice was ok.
Oh, and another thing thats been making me happy recently, is YOUTUBE!!!!!!!!! "sry katie, but I think I'm in love with youtube" "ME TOO!!!"
Saw Simpsons Movie at Canton cinema at 1:10 w/Katie. Had some fun, I like the movie, lots of unexpected parts. The only bad parts were that there was an old creepy black guy who kept looking over at us, and a family on the other side that was constantly walking by.
Dropped her off at home, went back to G+G's house, had pizza, left for football.
Practice=HELL. end of story, first day I actually took my shirt off... "Hey Berger, how do you like my six pack?" "Pretty nice man... check out my *lifts up shirt*..." "Keg?" "Yeah..." =D
Ran our asses off, legs off, balls off, dicks off, abs off, feet off, etc. off.
But other than the excrutiating cramps and the whole running nonstop for 13 mins with a cramp... and the badgers, Practice was ok.
Oh, and another thing thats been making me happy recently, is YOUTUBE!!!!!!!!! "sry katie, but I think I'm in love with youtube" "ME TOO!!!"
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