So so soooo fucked up.


So fucked up. My house is fucking junkfood central. I couldn't find a simple snack if I wanted to. Not like it fucking matters to my mom, she consumes beer and cigarettes and lives off the shit. My mom was cool with me untill today for some reason. It's fucking retarded shit. Massively retarded shit actually. She gets home like a fag today. I think she's pissed about yesterday. I swear to fucking god if I miss 20 seconds of school she thinks I'm quitting. I want to fucking murder her right there whenever she says shit like that. Nothing makes me more fucking pissed than when they say I'm quitting when I'm not. So FUCK HER. quite honestly. She's a faggot who dosn't deserve my fucking anguish. My birthday is in 14 days. 2 weeks exactly. I called Troll Music, they have a white fender 5 string active jazz. I'm getting it, almost completely positive. Tomarrow is the last day untill spring break. I am fucking loving it. Shit is getting thick lately, Kathy who I hardly talk to, I can see she's depressed. I know when I look at her in the morning that she's got it hard. I feel bad for her, it's stupid.

Wednesday is ofcourse, me and dad day. Dad dosn't want me taking bass, I havn't talked to him about it, atall. I don't want to really either. I do wanna see him though, so, so be it. It's all cool in the end, I suppose. I'm goanna wait till my mom warms up and ask her for the bass a little early. I'd like to be wailing sometime in the very near future. I don't even know where to begin, however.

Just really quick, right now there's little under 5 hours untill the 8pm deadline in iraq is hit and Bush invades. I hope I don't have to watch shit fly into a building or anything again. Oh well, I wanna eat at like, chilli's tonight. Fuck, no wait, but, somewhere. I wanna eat somewhere diffrent tonight. Okay, I have to go now. Remeber: Active Jazz V Fender in White.

(I don't even know what kinda amp I'm getting.)