_Jdematt

I've regressed to sleeping with stuffed animals once again. *sigh*

Did you ever have such a bad weekend that you wished you could jump back in time to Friday morning, and just not got out of bed for 3 days? Yah, me neither. I've had worse.
Much worse. Let's see.
This weekend basically consisted of a chain of four things that triggered every small thing to also go wrong. Here is an outline:


1.) The straw that breaks the camels back


My car decides to stop working Thursday afternoon on the way home from school. Stellar. So now I'm stuck with the haggard S10, which I'm only permitted to drive to work and school. There goes my plans of going on a business trip to see my cuz DJ. ( n. "the business" - the act of macking, scamming, or just doing horribly offensive things; usually involving the opposite sex )


2.) The slap in the face


Okay, the weekend doesn't go oh-so-bad...Yet. It's only Monday morning Jimbo, how dare you think you're in the clear! After sitting at home for 2 days straight, going out to work began to look good. In an attempt to mentally prepare for the slings and arrows of a shift up at the Clubhouse restraunt with the rich geriatric customers, I decide "You know, it's time to rock out on the bass." Silly bear, you can't do that. Not 3 measure into the first song, my bass becomes horribly distorted. Doh, battery must be dead. Haw, got yah. That's your amp! Yes that's right boys and girls, the amp decided to break. Turns out that the amp (not under warranty mind you) has blown out due to being overpowered by the new bass' active pickups. The gods mount their tallest cloud to point, laugh, and give me the finger. Good luck playing a show in three weeks without an amplifier.


3.) Mission: Unthinkable


So now that I've got my car back (2 days later than it was needed), I head to work. Considering I don't usually work Mondays, I feel a bit out of place. This shows in my performance. I fumble with words, forget specials (that I really never knew in the first place) , and just blatantly lie to the customers just so I have some kind of fucking answer for their incessant questioning. My manager sees this and harshly reprimands me than throws me back to the wolves to correct my own mistake ...amidst the gauntlet-like tables of the hungry senior citizens.


4.) The little pony that could...and did.


I get home...weary from an abundance of bullshit. I'm talkin' like fucking clown-ass circus horseshit. At this point, I'm numb from the hair down. I come in my house to hear that my amp is being looked at and I will be getting a call tomorrow. "Oh yah, the computer's acting up." .. I stare blankly. No A simple email problem turns out that my computer has been infected by a virus, a trojan to be exact, because somehow my anti-virus software was turned off. No you didn't... oh yes, yes you did. How? I have no idea. That mother fucker tore shit up inside this computer..to the point where winamp wont even run. God bless linux-based Mozilla Firebird, because anything made by Micro$haft isn't working.

That is all. Hope your day doesn't resemble mine. If it does...STOP! Just stop moving... slowly kneel to the ground, and touch it with one hand. Lay down on your face, curl up into a fetal position. If you're cold, cover yourself just do whatever the fuck you can to comfort yourself man, cuz this shit isn't going to stop! Just just fuckin' run man!

"I thought it was too good to be true.
I found somebody who understands me.
Someone who would help me to get through,
and fill the emptiness I had inside me.
But you kept inside,
and I just denied
some things that we should have both said.
I knew it was too good to be true...
'Cause I'm the only one who understands me.

What happened to us?
We used to be so perfect,
now I'm lost and lonely.
What happened to us?
Deep inside I worry did I lose my only? "

I'm losing it.

I'm beginning to think I'm going insane. I haven't left my house all day. I've slept away a large fraction of the day, and the time I have spent awake has undergone incredible amounts of torment and anger due to my little brother. I think he has down syndrome or something, really I do. Aside from that, I've added a new link for all the nice little boys and girls who actually decide to frequent my site. This link is a good friend of mine's site. We've made videos in the past, and are in the process of making a new fighting film. You'll also find tons of other interesting/hysterical things on his website. Make sure you check out The Alchemist's Site before you continue on out of my page.
There's been a hell of a lot of stuff goin' on since my last blog....chances of Astatic actually playing a reunion show are beginning to dwindle exponentially by the second. I won't actually put why on here, for he sake of those involved, but let's just say it's not good. On a lighter note, I've been accepted to Florida State and will more than likely be attending there next fall semester.
Enough of the news and onto the thing most of you have came for..the ranting. Let's see what I hate most as of now in my life. Well beside the usual female problems (in this state ;-) ) I'd have to say it is the attitudes of some of the teachers at my school. Not even the teachers that teach me either. I'm talking about the fuckin' assclowns that walk around the halls, looking for someone who doesn't have a sweater on or someone who's wearing "illegal pants". That's another thing, what the fuck kind of school actually has "illegal pants" and a mandatory sweater rule. Why not make us kill jews and anyone who doesn't follow our sick little fucked up clothing-nazi ways? Sounds like a plan to me. Fucking people.
Hell while I'm on a role, why not go off on the family too? My brother is a joke. Simple as can be. I don't care if he's 7 years old, he's old enough to reason whether or not to harass me for hours on end or to leave me alone. He's just like his fucking father anymore. (My ex-step-father) A sadistic little fuckin' asshole who will do anything to get his way and aggitate you as much possible. I mean what the fuck kind of father puts you through the shit that his dad puts him through? Now that I think of it I'm not even really mad at him... I'm mad at the way he acts. Which is basically his father's ways. I hope someday he realizes what that fucker is doing to him, and I hope he tears his balls off for it and never forgives him, because trust me when I say he doesn't deserve to be walking this earth

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Here's the scoop: I lead a boring life. I dont have enough shit to talk about so I've come up with a new and interesting alternative. (In my opinion at least.) I'm going to start doing an audio blog. Post on the forum what you think. If I get enough agreements, I'll do it.