27th
WHYYOUGOTTABRINGUPOLDSHIT?
I am Jack’s Raging Bile Duct.
I am Jack’s Cold Sweat.
I Am Jack’s Complete Lack of Surprise.
I Am Jack’s Smirking Revenge.
I Am Jack’s Broken Heart.
Favorite lines from Fight Club, my favorite movie. Movies can make a bad day good, or a good day bad. Like Snakes On a Plane. That’s a good movie, but some people think it’s bad. But no matter what, music can make you oblivious to anything. I’m sitting outside an Olive Garden with my friends and we’re about to be seated. The constant hot weather out here is really getting the best of me. I’m used to cold, and snow, and rain, and shit weather. It’s pretty cloudy out, actually…it makes me feel nostalgic about my old home. I’m getting horrible internet reception out here though; it’s making it hard to check stuff! Recently I’ve been wondering what I’m gonna do after high school. I have no plan whatsoever. I know I wanna play soccer for whatever college I end up going to, but I’ll probably hang at community college for a bit. Whatever. Still to early to be thinking about this boring crap.
In other news, I’ve recently decided that I need to make some goals. Not in soccer. In weight. I’m gaining weight and I need to stop. I spent like half my paycheck this week on fucking Slim Fast and diet Coke. And drugs. But mostly food. I eat in my car all the time whenever I’m out. Speaking of my car, it sucks. I’m going out later to maybe find a better job thats farther away since now I have my liscence. Forgot to say that. I got my liscence. My picture looks like shit.
I better get over it.
- Carmen
