Super Kyle

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 03:40:36 GMT

Well last time I wrote in this thing my life was staight up alot less fucked. I don't know how, but I've managed to dig myself into such a deep pile of shit I don't even know how to get out of it, and have no one to blame but myself, and it's the worst fucking feeling ever. It all started when I crashed my car drunk as fuck, I still haven't payed my fines off cause I'm fucking retarded and apparently would rather have weed than not go to prison. I took out a payday loan the other day, and I got fucked over from my work and my cheque wasn't even enough fucking money to pay off my loan, so now I got a bounced cheque, and money mart's raping my phone and shit, not to mention, I'm late on rent, and there's absolutely no food in my appartment cause I'm the only one who ever gets groceries, and my room mates eat them all, and then I'm left sitting here, literally starving. I thought moving out would solve all my problems, and in a way it did, but it also just created new ones, new ones that I have to deal with by myself and it really sucks. I wish I had someone to just talk to other than livejournal. I can't really talk to my room mates, cause I've only known them for less than a year. I just really wish there was a way to get out of debt completely and not have to think about all my problems and how I'm gonna solve them every morning when I wake up.

I'm fucking depressed and it scares me.

Fri, 18 May 2007 13:28:50 GMT

long ass fuckin time since I used this thang. I'm pretty sure. But uhhh... Yeah iuno, nothing's really new, except for my kickass super awesome band with Charlie, Ryley and Andrew, and uhhh... When the fuck is skip day? I've been asking everyone this question for the last like... month, and no one knows. I have no date for grad. I'm not too worried, cause I don't care if I go with someone or not. Dealers are sketch, finally got a hold of some good bud though.

Later.

Peace Out Livejournal

Thu, 21 Dec 2006 00:07:09 GMT

K well... No one uses this anymore, so Im done with it, no one updates anymore, and I only really update when Im bored out of my face or super pissed off, half the entries that I read are David Lachos "Im making a livejoural friends list cut" entries that happen twice a month. And well... The only comments I get are Caitlin asking me random questions. So fuck this bitch. Im out.

BYE.

Sat, 16 Dec 2006 17:43:36 GMT

FUCK!

WHY can't I get a break?! This month has been ridiculously horrible:

-No G N' R concert
-shitty birthday
-broke my 1500$ laptop that I've only had for like... What? 5 months?

AND... As of last night, I have NO fucking iPod! Like... All that other shit, I can somewhat deal with, but man, my fucking iPod, that's not cool, I use that thing like... A good... Iuno, 8 hours a day. The thing is... I think MAG James or Niko took it, cause what happened was... I was in my car with my iPod, and stan, Luke, and James were there, we were litening to November Rain, no one got out of the car untill we dropped James off. James and stan were in the back, and me and Luke were in the front, Luke was looking at my iPod, he paed it back to me, then later I realized that there was no music playing, and I figured I'd turn some music on after we drop him off, so he leaves, then I go to grap my iPod, and the chord that it wa connected to is in the back, with no iPod connected to it, and we searched every possible place that it could have been, then I call James and it seemed like he just acted alot drunker than he actually was, so I gotta call him... Cause shit, I NEED that fucking iPod man. If anyone like... I friends with him, could you help me out?

Later.

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 04:45:56 GMT

My job at pizza hut fucking RULES. First off, the work is the slackest work I've ever had to do at any job, second, I get to listen to music during my entire shift, and if I bring cd's, I can listen to those, third, there's THREE other guitarists that work there, and all I talk about when I'm there is guitarists, playing guitars and guitars in general. It's fucking SWEET. And the time goes by so quickly there too. So yesterday, I get off work, go get super ripped with Mr. Douglas (that sounds like some creepy old neighboor... lol) and I get home to see my dad playing dominoes with his friends and my uncle, and they're all juiced, so my dad makes me drive him to sev to buy munch, and it just so happens that I needed some munch too, so I got my dad to buy me some, and then I was browsing through the magazines when I came across a 2006 Guitar World Holliday gear review guide, and seeing as my favourite part about guitar world are the gear reviews that they always have, I figured it'd be sweet, then I saw that there was a calander with playboy models in it. Why is there a calander with playboy models in a guitar world you ask? Well it's really quite simple, they're pretty much naked... BUT... They're holding guitars!!! And some of them are sitting on amps and shit too. Then I remembered my uncle calling me a fag cause there's only pictures of dudes ALL over my wall... Cause well... If you're gonna have a wall of some of the all time greatest guitarists, you're not gonna have any chicks on that wall. Call it sexist, I don't care, it's true. There are NO amazing chick guitar players. There's some mediocre ones, but those are the best ones.

So basically what I'm saying is...

I'm an asshole.

And I'm gonna go kill myself.

Later.

P.S. OUR GROUP REALLY SHOULD HAVE A SECRET SANTA! I'VE NEVER PARTICIPATED IN ONE EXCEPT FOR IN VARENNES BUT THAT DOESN'T COUNT! Let me know if you're interested!!!

Fri, 08 Dec 2006 14:56:52 GMT

Today marks the 2 year anniversary of the assasination of Darrell Abbott, also knows as Dimebag Darrell: One of the greatest metal guitarists to ever grace the world with his presence. Some fucking asshole fan shot in in the head twice, and twice in the chest, cause he was pissed off that Pantera wasn't around anymore. It's just so like.... Unfair that he had to die instead of like... Someone who deserved it a bit more, Dimebag was probably one of the nicest people ever, he would always just give random fans guitars, amps, and other shit, and he'd never turn down an autograph. But yeah. That's all today is. Well.... It's the death of John Lennon anniversary today too, but I don't really care about that, but that sucks too. Anyways, Byron's gonna be here decently soon, then I'm going to school, then comming home for my Maskiw birthday party, I hope it doesn't suck. Anyways, I'm out.

Later.

Almost as shitty as Monday

Thu, 07 Dec 2006 01:11:44 GMT

Wow... What a shitty fuckin birthday... So I woke up at 5 in the morning and I was super thirsty, so I forced myself out of bed and went and got some water and then went back to sleep and then I got woken up at 10, and my dad brought me some cold McDonalds shit, and it was gross. Then, instead of him letting me use my car to go to school, which I was looking forward to, he drives me to school, and as SOON as I walk in, Poirier takes me into his office and slams 5 detentions on me. And one of them he just gave me for the hell of it, so then I go walking to try and find my friends, but I had no luck with that, so since it was lunch and I had nothing to do, I sat by my locker reading a magazine for half an hour, then I had to do a presentation for english, and then I went and bombed a test in french. To top it off... NO ONE remembered my birthday without being told it was my birthday, and I haven't gotten a single present yet. Well.... My mom bought me a floor seat for GUns N' Roses, and my dad's paying to get my car fixed from when Julie Harding hit it. Oh wait, my dad got me a Guns N' Roses cd for my birthday too... Cause you know... That doesn't remind me of how some FUCKING ASSHOLES kicked me out of the concert. Not to mention that I already have all the songs on that cd. So then after school, my dad picks me up and we go to Applebees, probably one of my least favourite places to eat, cause I don't like anything on their menu, so during my birthday supper, my grandma calls me and bitches me out for getting kicked out of Guns N' Roses as if I deserved it or something (oh yeah, her birthday present for me was money for a tour shirt at the show, which I bought... For no reason basically) and now I'm at home, I'm suposed to be at KFC, cause they booked me to work on my birthday, even though I requested it off, and told them I wanted it off for my birthday. So I got fired. On my birthday. But probably the worst part about it all is how none of my friends remembered my birthday, not even my BEST friends.

I feel like shit.

Later.

Gay Fucking SHIT

Tue, 05 Dec 2006 16:22:59 GMT

So I got kicked out of the Axl Rose concert last night, cause Cops/Security guards are fucking morons. I'll admit... I was drunk as fuck, but I wasn't doing anything wrong, I was drinking a beer that the MTS sold to me. So yeah, it was gay, I got to witness half of Welcome To The Jungle, and Andrew got kicked out before they even came on.

What a fucking waste of money.

Ruined my birthday week.

Later.

Fri, 01 Dec 2006 01:05:55 GMT

Man, I want a Gibson Explorer so badly, not only do they look super cool, but they sound, and play gnarley too. I think the next guitar I buy'll be one.

PLEASE get me something for my birthday, so I don't feel friendless again

Sun, 26 Nov 2006 22:53:28 GMT

So it's my birthday in what...? Like... 10 days? I don't even know, or care, I just know it's on December 6th. BUT... If anyone wants to get me anything for my birthday, here's what I want!

A Cry Baby Wah Pedal, not the Slash one or anything, just a normal, standard, black Cry Baby

That super sweet mini Marshall half stack amp from Quest

The Marshall MG100HDFX amp that I've been wanting to get for ever (It's super epensive, that's why I still don't have it)

This book... http://cgi.ebay.ca/Monster-Scales-And-Modes-Guitar-Book-NEW_W0QQitemZ230055106824QQihZ013QQcategoryZ31211QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

...Sex...?

Money

A super sweet Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Nirvana, Metallica or Pantera shirt

A rad Black Sabbath, Guns N' Roses, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin or Metallica poster (by rad I mean something from ebay, cause they have all the sweet posters that stores never have)

and uhhhh.... I think that's it.

OH. And... I doubt this'll work, but... If all my friends could pitch in a get me a sweet, cheap Dean Guitar, I'd be forever grateful, cause I want one so bad, and they're decently cheap, like... 200-300$.

But yeah, if you wanna get me something for my birthday, there's what I want, but I won't hold anything against anyone, or even be dissapointed if no one gets me anything, cause... For the last 3 years, barely anyone's even remembered my birtday, letalone got me a present. But I'm out.

Later.

P.S. Our group should totally do a secret santa thing this year, since most people have jobs now, so it'd be pretty sweet.

I need a smoke...

Mon, 20 Nov 2006 16:33:29 GMT

So Saturday was the worst day ever. First off, I had to work at 9, which isn't even on my availability, and then I went to Ryley's to jam with him and Charlie, then Julie Fucking Harding slams into my car when I'm stopped cause she's a fucking IDIOT and now the door can't open and the front of it's super fucked up, there's like 4 grand in damage and my car'll probably get writtin off, and then I'll have to buy it back from autopac and pay to repair it, and I'm at fault.... Apparently. Which is total bullshit, cause she just wasn't looking where she was driving, she had AT LEAST 5 seconds to stop, but she didn't even slow down, she just straight up hit me. So then I go home, make some quick Nascarish fixes on my car with my dad and then I drive to Stan's. I drank moonshine, and a bunch of beer, and I went to sleep, I didn't pass out, cause it was like 1 in the morning, and I was just straight up tired, and then Stan's fucking brother and his friends shave my eyebrow while all my friends stand around and watch and laugh. So yeah, I wake up to that on Saturday, and go look in the mirror, and I have a shaved eyebrow and a hickey, and I don't remember getting either of them. Oh, and I got so screwed into paying for a quatch, cause I was just holding on to it, for some reason, untill Byron got there, but no, the cops saw some of it hanging out of my pocket and took it out and took it away. So.... 55$ spent on NOTHING. Cause I didn't smoke any of it. It was just SO shitty, and even now, 2 days later, I'm still pissed off about all that, cause now I'll be broke for another 2 weeks, unless Andrew pays me back, which he won't. And to top it off, I had to wake up at like 8 this morning to go file a claim and all that shit. And I have a parent-teacher interview with my teachers on Thursday, and I KNOW that'll get me more grounded than I already am. I don't care, I have nothing to loose but my guitars, cause everything else already got taken away from Mme Meyers LIES. But I'm out.

Later.

Sat, 11 Nov 2006 16:45:51 GMT

DOES ANYONE WANNA BUY FLOOR SEATS FOR POWERBALL?! IT'S NEXT THURSDAY! I'LL SELL THEN FOR LIKE 25$ EACH!!! PLEASE BUY THEM, I NEED THE MONEY SO BADLY!!!

It's like... Three Days Grace and Theory Of A Deadman (those 2 bands are really good live) and I think they're gonna be with 2 other bands whom's names escape me at the moment, and I actually think it's gonna be a pretty good show if that's the kind of music you're in to, cause I went 2 years ago, and it was the same bands playing, and it was a really good show. I would go, but I'd rather make money than see a bunch of bands that I only listen to on the radio whenever I turn it on. But yeah, if you wanna buy one call my cell!

799-3133

LATER.

Tue, 07 Nov 2006 16:26:13 GMT

So KFC orientation was the the most boring shit ever last night. Nothing short of what I expected it to be though really, cause... There's absolutely no way to make those 80's videos fun, but I like them, cause they make me laugh. And out of nowhere the trainer guy just starts dissing the shit out of this McDonalds that he always goes to, and I ask him which one, and it turns out, it's the one I work at, cause the one I work at is statistically the WORST McDonalds in the city. Booya. So yeah, there's a hole in my car seat... Already, cause Byron's a fucking sketch bag. He takes a bong rip, passes the bong to me, then knocks the bowl out of the bong, the ash and embered chron goes all over my seat, so I'm just like "wtf, pick that up you moron so he goes to grap the embered piece first, and it's hot, too hot for him to grap apparently, so what does he do? He takes his lighter and pushes it down to put it out. Like... What did he think was gonna happen when he pushed ember against a seat, it's OBVIOUSLY gonna make a hole, and the worst thing is... He did it right infront of me, and then tried to play it off like he hadn't done anything wrong. Like man... If that wasn't one of my best friends... I'da been so mad at them. But he said he'd pay to fix it, and my dad wasn't pissed, it just sucks, cause now my car isn't as minty as it was before. BUT... Borat's a sweet fucking movie, and him and this other fat Kakastanian guy fight for like 5 minutes.... Naked, and they're just so hairy and disgusting, and it's fucking SWEET. And he calls black people chocolate faces. That's sweet too. But uhhhh... I don't think I have anything else to say, except for that I'm gonna go wash my hair in my sink, cause this morning a pipe broke in my house so if I take a shower, water will comeo ut the ceiling in the basement, so I gotta use a sink. And then.... Then I think I'll go smoke a bowl, and play guitar till I have to go to school. Cause I make up the sweetest shit on guitar after smoking a bowl or two. But I'm out!

Later!

Fucking Gay

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 17:33:50 GMT

So my bitch of a french teacher called my dad friday morning to tell him that I haven't handed in 2 things, and she made it seem like I was failing or something, even though I have over 50 in the class so my weekend was ruined and I just stayed home doing nothing all weekend, and I got my internet taken away, which is gay, cause the only reason I spent 1500$ on a laptop was cause I wanted to be able to use the internet whenever I wanted. God damn.

Later.

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 05:31:55 GMT

So tomorrow's halloween,and I'm sick for it. But I don't care, cause I'm not 10 years old, and instead of going trick or treating and spending a night in the cold, snow shit knocking on doors and asking for candy, I just go to Wal-Mart the day after and get only candy that I like for like a buck. And it's stupid to go trick or treating if you're over 12, UNLESS... You have a rad ass costume. Then it's questionable. And partying on halloween is just absolutely stupid. What reason is there to party on a school night where little kids and their parents are walking around? Stupid, stupid... Stupid...

Later.

Ryan The Fire Dragon

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 02:57:45 GMT

Someone NEEDS to see this so...

Here it goes.

Me, Ryley, Stan, Luke and Cam M. did this after Ryan had had 8 beers. EIGHT fucking beers. And he didn't wake up, although we thought he had, cause we coloured his eyelids. Ryley wrote the word "shit" on his back super sketchily, and you can't really tell unless you know it says that. My top 5 favourites are...

The Property Of Niko one
The Black and Pink lips
The fucking HUGE vagina on his arm
The eyelids that just look SO creepy
And last, but certainly not least, the "You Got Jigglypuffed note"

But other than that, I have nothing to say, my weekend was balls, I worked 26 hours again. But I got to drive. I have an interview at Taco Bell/KFC on Wednsday, but I don't think they're gonna hire me, cause I'm not espanic or old, and I don't have a weird accent. But I'm out!

LATER.

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 22:39:38 GMT

I love how everyone makes fun of my hair in some way or another.

BUT.... The funny thing that I've come to notice is that about 90% of the people that make fun of it are people that are without girlfriends, and that have never had girlfriends. And sit at home all night on thier computer watching porn cause they can't get any.

I think they're just jealous, cause sometimes chicks say they like my hair. So fuck it.

I don't really know where I'm going with this...

No where really.

So ANYWAYS. Ifelt like the biggest fag today, cause my cell phone rang in class, and I dunno, I always hate on people when that happens, not out loud, but just in my mind, cause like... Why can't you put your phone on vibrate. So then about a minute later... It rings again. I would have it on vibrate, but I didn't really know how untill today. And it just sucked.

That was barely worth posting.

Later.

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 03:34:32 GMT

So last night was Sam Shau's. I was there for a good half hour, then Ryan was too fucked to drive and pick up Kelly, Soy and Ben, oh and we met up with Adam and he decided to come too.. So yeah, I drove. And I'm PRO at driving I might add. lol. So yeah, we're on our way back, when we get this call saying that there's 5 squad cars there, and we're on the main road, with like 30 litres of beer in the trunk and about 7 or 8 people in Ryan's car. So I book off the road and we go to St. Vital park. We're there for MAYBE 10 minutes when I see a car and jokeingly say "K, guys there's like 10 of us, if they're cops, do you think we could kill them so we don't loose our beer?" and then of coarse they WERE cops lol. So me and Paul Cure book, and I book suuuuuuuuper hard and just ditch Paul and I ditch the beer that's in my hand and then I see theese people sitting at a fire, and I'm like... "You guys drinking? No? K, well... Since you guys aren't doing anything too heat, wanna let me chill with you for a few minutes while the cops leave" So then I come back and the cops are just like... Man who was that guy that was running suuuuuuper fast towards the bushes. And I'm Stan's just like... "I dunno... Donovan Baily?" so yeah, it was apparently me that was running super fast lol. The cops were SUPER cool, they basically just took our beer and told us to go out of the city where the RCMP are patrolling, cause it's not heat and that way you won't get busted. I found that pretty funny. So yeah, then we wound up driving and hot boxin Ryan's car all night. And for some reason, I drove, which is proooooooooobably pretty heat, especially when I decided to go against traffic on a one way street when there were cars coming, but whatever. It wasn't even that heat. But yeah, anyways, I'm out.

LATER.

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 05:26:22 GMT

So Nikko comes to school today, and I'm like... Man, do you have my 10$?! And he tells me that he left it at home with all his money. So I tell him I'm gonna stop by sometime tonight, so later on, I call him and I'm like...

"Man, I'll be there in a bit to pick up that money"
"Can't man, I'm about to go out with my parents"
"K, well can you leave it in the mailbox?"
"Nope."
"Well what the fuck?! Why not?!"

Silence...

"Niko, are you just a big fat liar? Cause that's not cool man?"

Silence...

"C'mon Nikko.... Tell the truth"

Click

THAT FAT SACK OF SHIT HUNG UP ON ME!!! WHAT A FUCKING BITCH!!!

NEVER... EVER lend that fat pathetic excuse for a human money. Like... He's 18, he's a highschool dropout, he has no job, still lives at home, and can't manage to pay someone back TEN dollars. What a fucking bitch. I think I might just have to do what Robert did to get his money back... Cause like... That's not cool, and when I lent him the money I was just like "Man, if I lend this to you, am I ever gonna get it back?" and he told me he was gonna get it to me the comming friday, and that was in JULY. FUCK. But other than that I had a pretty swell night. Got to see Ryan hit a parked car in the Wal-Mart parking lot and then just BOOK cause a lady saw him, and then he comes back, talks to her, and then he's like, yeah, I'll just go get my information... Then books so hard lol. But anyways, I'm out to have a bowl, play some Mario, and pass out!

LATER!

Thu, 07 Sep 2006 04:35:10 GMT

So I'm talking to my Bolivian friend on msn today, and he asked if I had any new Priority stuff to send him (Luckily for him I had just finished recording something that I made up today), so I send him this little 38 second scrappy bit of a guitar track, and he digs it, and then... He tells me that he thinks that I'm gonna be famous when I'm older. Which TOTALLY made my day lol. So then I ask him why, just so I can get some more compliments out of him, and this is what he says

1.- You live in canada.

2.- Your good for righting songs and composing

3.- You have a band

4.- You dont suffer from stage fright

5.- You have already composed some songs

6.- You are only 16

7.- Your band has a good name

8.- You have 30498572390487502349857 groupies

9.- You own Tom Delonge's Strat and a bunch of other guitars

That dude's fucking AWESOME. If he lived in Winnipeg, he'd be my best friend lol.

But that's all for today. Oh wait, yeah uhhh... School sucked balls too. I'm in a class with that fat emo bitch that steals from other people's grandma's and that Nick Purdy faggot. Oh well.

Later!

10.- You rule.

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 05:09:15 GMT

So to top off the shitty summer that I was talking about earlier, I just got kicked out of my house cause my mom found a BLOWER. What the hell?! Whatever, she said I'm going to go live with my dad, which is awesome, cause this place is fucking LAME. And my dad's house is AWESOME. So I dunno, I'm down, concidering it was a blower that she found, which is sorta dumb, cause like... She found NOTHING else, but... Whatever, I didn't argue it, I saw it as an oppourtunity! But anyways, I'm out. See y'all tomorrow morning!

Later!

SEARS SELLS G-UNIT

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 07:30:05 GMT

Ugh, I worked all weekend, I need to party.... REALLY badly, I've been to like 3 parites this summer and it sucks, all I've done all sumer is just work and play guitar, which is stll pretty sweet, but like... I dunno, summer's suposed to be about chillin with your friends and shit, and I don't think I've hung out with anyone except for once in like 3 weeks, and it fuckin blows. Almost as much as the 2 11pm-7am shifts that I got jewed into working on Friday and Saturday, and I missed yet ANOTHER party on Friday. Although, I had a good time those 2 shifts sorta, cause like... I brought one of my amps and my ipod and cranked some Black Sabbath, Jimi Hendrix, Guns 'N' Roses, Metallica, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, System Of A Down, Pantera and other rad stuff like that too, and today I worked 8-12, cause my McDonalds is sketch and didn't have a manager to work till 3, so we had to close at 12, and on the way home, I got out of my managers car to get into the front seat and theese 5 drunk dudes are just walking by, and 2 of them are just like... "C-JAY RAMONE'S A FUCKING FAG!!!!" (cause I was wearing my Ramones hoody) and then their friend ( who I'm guessing likes the Ramones) is just like "Man, don't listen to them, they have sex with thier own fathers" I dunno I guess it doesn't seem that funny reading it, but I got a good laugh out of it. McDonalds is selling Super Mario toys now. And it's fucking SWEET. Although the toys are fucking lame except for the Mario ball, the other ones are just that fucking Yoshi FAGGOT and Donkey Kong, I was so hyped for a Luigi toy:( Oh well. I hate my job. And I hate seeing the drunk dudes coming through the drive-thru, cause it rubs it in that I haven't partied at all this summer. Scratch that, the drunk dudes RULE. Cause they're soooooooo funny. I have another road test tomorrow and I REALLY hope I pass, cause I want to have a car to drive to school this year, and then offer to give people rides for money, cause gas is expensive, and I could use any help I can get to pay for it. That might seem like a cock move, but it's really not. I don't think I'll be able to realize my dream of having a rad-ass amp by the time school starts, but if I don't I'll have it super soon anyways, like... The first week of school.

Scope this....

http://www.musiciansfriend.com/product/Marshall-MG100HDFXMG412-Slant-Cab-Half-Stack-Package?sku=482807&src=3SOSWXXA

It's gonna shake my muhfuggin house man!!!!

I'm pumped, and I REALLY wanna move in with my Grandma, but it's sort of a touchy subject to bring up with my mom. But it NEEDS to be done in order for my life to be convenient! And it's not like they need me here, this way, my brothers wouldn't have to share a room.

RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS AND BAD RELIGION ARE SUPER SOON!!!

I'm fucking PUMPED.

Oh yeah, when I worked that shitty shift on Friday, I put on Rocket Queen, and the other G-Unit dude that I was working with is just like... "what the fuck is this shit?!" It was funny. Cause... He had just been listening to 50 Cent, Lil' John and Eminem for 3 hours. And he's just like...
"Do you have any REAL music on there?"
"Like...?"
"Well... Any rap?"
"No..."
"That's fucking bunk man, you listen to shitty music! How do you know all the Eminem songs them?!"
"Oh yeah... Well.... I used to listen to Eminem and 50 Cent ALOT... When I was 13"

But other than his awful taste in music, he was a cool dude to work with. I really wanna get a job at a gas station though, cause I think that that'd be the raddest job ever... For some reason... But not just any gas station, I wanna work at like... DOMO! Yeah! That'd be SOOOOOO sweet! Well maybe when/if I move in with my Grandma I'll apply at the one by her house.

But I'm gonna go to sleep cause that road test is sorta soon.

LATER!

Sat, 19 Aug 2006 00:13:42 GMT

I cashed my fingers today...
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But I had a really good day, I just chilled in my room and played guitar for pretty much the whole day, it was pretty fun, learned some rad solos and whatnot, I'm pretty pumped for this Warchild show already, it's gonna be soooooooo sweet, providing that the undecided person decides to do it. I hope he does, well.... Actually, Mario hasn't even agreed yet lol, so so far, it's just me, another guitarist and a drummer. But they're names are secrets untill we play...

Anyways... I work 8pm-3am today and tomorrow, and then next week I work 11pm-7am on Friday AND Saturday, and then 8pm-3am on Sunday, I'm down with the 8-3's, but the 11-7 shit isn't even on my schedule!!! What the fuck is McDonalds doing?!

Oh, I think Andrew might have been fired for the gayest reason ever.

So now my job sucks...

But what doesn't suck is Pantera!!! They're fucking AWESOME. Fucked up what happened to Dimebag though, he didn't deserve that at all. That should have happened to someone from Kiss instead....

Later!

FUCK cops!

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 09:42:39 GMT

Well to start things off I didn't even get to take the road test that I woke up at 7 for cause a turning light was broken. So I go to Ben's with Stan and Jesse, and while waiting for a bus, some fucking cops come, so I book, like I fucking IDIOT. And as it turns out, the decision to book RUINED the rest of my summer, cause they chased me, they put me, Jesse and Stan in the back of a cop car, and of coarse... I didn't know how to NOT be a dick to the cops, so we ended up in the back of one of their cars and they interogated us individualy, but we stuck to the story, I must say, it could have been ALOT worse had I not used the time that they gave the 3 of us alone to make a solid story that we could all tell to them, cause I knew what was comming... So they checked our bags, found beer in Stan's bag, and El Jefe in mine, for some reason they didn't take it away though, only the beer, then, after sitting on my ass getting more and more mad that they wasted a perfectly good summer night being assholes to us and trying to convict us of stealing a fucking TEDDY BEAR from Varennes, oh and a hand puppet. Like... They gave Stan and Jesse seats in the nice comfyish cop cars, but me, I had to sit on the gravel for like 2 hours while they decided to do with us, like... They couldn't have just let us go on underaged drinking could they have? NOOOOO, they had to drive us home and wake our hard working parents up 2 hours before they have to go to work and tell them that they caught us with a stollen teddy bear and a hand puppet, like... Is there no REAL crime in this city? FUCK the cops. I'm glad I didn't back down at all, like... I was being a dick to them the whole time... Even though my summer is RUINED, like... I'm not allowed to leave the house unless it's to go to my dad's or to work for the rest of the summer.... All because some people broke into Varennes and left some shit on the cement that we took, like... I dunno, I wasn't aware that finding a Teady Bear and a Hand Puppet could get you arrested. FUCK I'm SOOOOO mad right now, I can't even express it! Like... MAYBE if I had done something wrong, I could accept the punishments, but I'm basically getting punished for having a couple beers at a friend's house. FUCK EVERY COP. This is gonna make me hate cops for the rest of my life. Not only were they assholes, but like... They were SUUUUUPER unprofesional, They'd say something, and I wouldn't hear them, and i'd be like... Parden? And then they'd start swearing at me and calling me a fuckass and shit, and then on the way home, they weren't stopping for any stop signs, at this time, all 3 of us were in the car, and I'm just like... Well... Isn't going 100 in a 50 zone sorta illegal? And the cops just like...

"Jesse, I KNOW I'm gonna run into this Kyle kid in the future, and it'll probably be for something more severe, and my advice to you is... Don't hang out with this fuckass, cause he's just gonna bring you down..."

"FUCKASS?!?! Can you explain to me what a fuckass is, cause like... I dunno, I've heard 12 year olds call people that before, but never knew what it meant, and isn't that like.. EXTREMELY unprofessional? And plus, I think I could probably get a High School education and get the same job as you, cause that's all you need to be a COP."

WHAT A FUCKING BUNCH OF ASSHOLES.

And of COARSE... One of them was a relative of Poirier...

FUCK!

See you guys when school starts!

Later!

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 08:14:33 GMT

do you want the family man or do you want the swingin' man?

family man

you get the family man
family man
FAMILY man
with your glances my way, takin no chance on the new day
family man,with your life all planned;
your little sand castle built, smilin through your guilt, family man
here i come
here i come family man
i come to infect; i come to rape your women;
i come to take your children into the street;
i come for YOU family man, with your christmas lights already up,
your such a MAN when your puttin up your christmas lights,
first on the block;
family man
i wanna crucify you to your front door with the nails
from your well stocked garage family man;
family man;
FAMILY MAN
saint dad! father on fire! ive come to incinerate you
ive come home

Hollywood Diary....

He loved her. He chopped off his left arm. (The Good One) And sent it to her with a box of chocolates. She ate the chocolates and watched T.V. He blew his brains out, picked them up, shoved them back upside his head, made breakfast, ate, and tried again with a renewed vigor and enthusiasm not seen by many.