No one ever updates his blog.
Number of people who have said I look like fat Jesus (not phat Jesus): 3
I am hoping that one of these days I will be hit with a stroke (of genius) and I'll realize that all this complaining is going to get me nowhere and I need to be proactive and do something and all that shit. But until then I'll just keep bitching, because seriously. When you simultaneously want to do something and don't want to do something, it's not a good state of affairs. Modify that to be "everything" and you're in really piss-poor shape.
My parents told me to wear earplugs. Fuck that shit. If I go deaf because of Trent, I won't mind. Well, I will. But I can't blame him. After all, it would be my shitty ears that are the problem in that case. I'm so going to be in the front this time. But I want a good view of Aaron too.
Oh man, I ranted again. Anyway, I'm at my parents' house a lot these days, mostly because I'm tired of sitting in my room playing DoD all day and not improving my life in any way.
Bleh. I've got one more chance to fix my school situation. Luckily that chance is about 4 months long, and 3 months away. If I fuck up this time, I'm going to seriously start learning to play some instruments. The computer science genius is up to bat, and he just might miss. It's time I prove I'm not retarded.
It's hard.