I love being broke. Today my kung fu shoes ripped. Yesterday my vans also got a lovely ripped lacehole (is that a word?), that was actually previously ripped but i had thought i had fixed. Nope. Maybe it's time i invest in some new shoes. I'm so needy, i swear. Perhaps that makes me a bad person. Too bad i can't invest without money, so if anyone has a pair of size 9 shoes they don't want then HOLLA. I love you, help a brotha out. I go back to school on the 24th. Damn.

I am a social networking slut.

Fuck life.

Throw me some good bands. All types plz.

PPS - I still hate your guts and wish you were dead. I don't forget anything.

...

I'm getting really tired of always asking my dad for money. I feel really guilty about it although I know he doesn't mind. When it comes down to it, I just need a job. Over the summer, I've applied at a lot of places but to no avail. The school year is fast approaching again though, so having a job is going to have to take a backseat to academics for my senior year. Oh well. I'm so ready to be done with high school.

So far this summer, I haven't been very productive, although I can't say I've enjoyed it. Next week I finally will be getting out of Orlando, headed down to South Florida for my dad's birthday. I'll be sure to get him something he really wants - he deserves it.

In the past two days I've finished two books - Spiral by Koji Suzuki and Hot Water Music by Charles Bukowski. I enjoyed both of them, although they're completely different - Spiral being the sequel to Ring and Hot Water Music being, well, Bukowski. I've enjoyed pretty much every book I've read this summer, although that's not a lot of books - but more than I usually would read. So far it's been - The Stranger (Albert Camus), Battle Royale (Koushun Takami), Ring/Spiral (Koji Suzuki), Hot Water Music (Charles Bukowski), and Howl And Other Poems (Allen Ginsberg). I've got a couple more laying around to read but they all seem kind of depressing, and upon finishing the last two books, both which ended on a somewhat sour note, I feel it's time for something a bit more posi.

Not sure what I'm doing tonight. I'm blogging from Ashley's laptop, laying on her bed, watching her fold clothes and occasionally telling me I suck. I love her.

Kfuckyouguysbye.

PS - Don't forget, Beartrap at Uncle Lous on Wednesday, Republicorpse/Time To Die/No Qualms at the Social on August 3rd, and motherfuckin' Andrew Jackson Jihad at the Blackboxsux Corrective August 9th!!! Whoo!

I need to grow up.

I'm sitting here on Ashley's floor using her laptop, but i'm blogging from my phone. I love/hate technology.

Last night I dreamed it was Autumn,

and woke up to the summer's warmth.

Yesterday,

was nice.

A smile formed on my face and still resides there.

Jesus, I love you.

Not really.

If life was Facebook and today had a "like" button, I'd click that motherfucker about a billion times. Being lazy is nice, especially in stormy weather. All that's missing is some coffee, but I don't exactly feel like staying up tonight.

The only thing I'm not digging right now is the fact that the book (Spiral, by Koji Suzuki) I ordered off eBay a week ago still hasn't come in the mail, and I'm only a bit less than a hundred pages away from finishing Battle Royale. Dislike. If I finish Battle Royale before my over-awaited package comes in the mail I'll just get started on that copy of A Happy Death that Ashley lent me. I've heard it's good. Im liking this summer reading thing when it's not tied to school in any way. Fuck yes.

By the way, here's Davey Havok of AFI doing vocals for Ceremony covering Straight Edge Revenge by Project X:

Solitude.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Monday.

Does anybody like Mondays?

I didn't think so.

I feel the need for new stuff lately. New bands, new books, new movies. Stuff I haven't heard/read/seen before. I started downloading a bunch of music to listen to this morning but the downloads got cancelled so I just gave up. I'll probably go back and try again later. It was a random assortments of artists - Sigh, Girl Talk. Fall Of Efrafa, Mamie Minch, Gallhammer, etc. My eyes hurt. I can't hear out of my left ear. I'm pretty sure it's going deaf. Shit.

Gimme something good to watch.

If you ever feel like dying,

start living.