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Jerky kicks ass...
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Me to Brandon: "Yo playa, whats ya problem playa?"
Ricardo (leaning against the wall all gangster like) to Brandon: "SUP NIGGA?"
Ricardo to Brandon: "You ever been to jail, nigga?"
Brandon: "No, have you?"
Ricardo: "Yeah bitch.."
Brandon: "For what?"
Ricardo: "For these guns." *flexes arms*
Me: "Yeah, and for molesting little children."
*laughter*
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Fear me bitches. The pirate is weight lifting again.
Peace.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
My mom just got done telling me what a piece of shit I am.
Haha.
She said I dont care about anyone but myself.
I think I'm gonna quit band, drop out of school, take up drug dealing, and move to Colombia.
Yeah right. Like that bitch has any influence in the choices I make in life. My parents dont care about me, as long as I'm not making them look bad.
So, I hope they read this. Yeah, I'm failing school. Yeah, I hate my existence. You two drive me to insanity. Fuck the world.
I am useless.
Scratch that....Emo moment there.
FUCK YOU!
I kick ass. Everyone loves me. I do everything for anyone except you two because you wont give me the right time of day. You want shit done from me. Give me some respect. Ass-hats.
No one can bring me down. I am unstopable. I am a pirate.
Peace.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Ok, lets get something straight. I have a date to homecoming. I'm not gonna change my plans for some chicks that I dont even know. If you wanted me to ask you to homecoming, you should have considered that small fact that you're all bitches to me. My date, isnt. I have no interest in dating any of you after homecoming either. I'm way too busy for that anyway. And even if I did have some intention of getting a girlfriend after marching season and what not, I kinda already have my mind made up with who it is. It's gonna be someone I know, quite well, someone that I like, and someone that isnt a big bitch to me.
Eat shit.
Peace.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Ok, time to bitch...
I'm sick of these asshole band veterans complaining about how I dont play and yada yada, screaming out note names while we're marching, thinking that by them screaming out "C, play a C, its a C to an F followed by a forte-piano cresendo" means the slightest god damned thing to me.
As if you ass-hats hadnt heard already, I'm in beginning band. Yep, thats right, incase you idiots havent heard, there is now a beginning band class. It's mixed with the "Concert Band" class. There are only 2 people in beginning band, and I am one of them. I am also the only dude that marches that is in beginning band. I dont know shit about my horn. I'll be straight up. I couldnt tell you any god damned fingering if my life depended on it. Know this you shit heads. I cant play my instrument. I have music, I can march, that doesnt mean shit. Do not bark at me because I'm not playing. Some of these shit heads that have the balls to step to me and tell me to play are the assholes who cant get to there sets when we run one chart 15 or so times. Assholes, I didnt go to basics, I wasnt in the first week and a half of band camp, yet I can still march better than some of the vets, so dont give me shit. I'm trying, thats all I can do. If Mr.Nichols doesnt like the fact I never play anything besides B flats, then he can come into a practice room once and a while and sit down with me to help. Yeah, hes busy aint he? Well dont complain god damnit. I'm sick of this shit. Playing test on Friday about the opener. Screw that, I'm playing until C and then I'm stopping.
Man, ignorant assholes make me mad.
Peace.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
I'm afraid to hit redial.
What good could come of this? Plenty.
The bad? Plenty.
*Sigh*
Peace.
Monday, September 27, 2004
I don't think she understands that I like her...
A lot.
Peace.
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