There's hope, I know there is. But it's not with me right now. Nope. I've found every bad thing that can happen so far with such ease it's not funny. If I move in with my mom, things won't be different. She'll be just the same. If I stay here much longer I'm going to kill someone. But shit, that's life right? No easy stuff, always a bitch, never fare.
Last night, last night was fun, hell no! It was a blast! I hung out with Jimmy and Kyle at Shera and Shannon's birthday party. Shera was upset more people didn't come, but the place was crowded, so it's probably best that they didn't. She also had to leave early, Aaron wanted to go. Who knows, maybe he didn't feel well or something. I ran into a guy named Brent, said he remembered me from Chief Joseph. I can't say that I remember him, cause I don't, but that was kinda cool anyways.
But yeah, then today I was supposed to be going out with Danielle, but something happened there, and I got the impression she was telling me she lived in Clackamas, blah blah blah... it didn't happen. Sort of annoys me alittle. I was around more than like 25 beautiful girls last night and decided not to even talk to them simply because I had a date the next day. Well I learned my lesson. Don't care.
So tonight, I'm watching Grease! Yay... *sigh* not fully what I wanted to do but I guess. Also, I might be making a web page for this local Indie artist here in Portland. But, I was hoping he'd call me today. Maybe he had a crappy day as well and decided not to. Hopefully he'll get around to talking to me by tomorrow. If I am building his site I'd like to do it sooner then a month from now.
With that said, I think I'm going to write some poetry. Before I go, I want you all to know that Jumper is a good sci-fi, Bucket list is great for all (with a mind), and I think Shela Leboff (or however you spell his name) is going to do great in the next Indiana Jones because if you look at their faces you'll see why Ford should call him son (they have the same amazed at all times look).
Thunder-dog, I'm sticking you outside because I'm mad at the world. And I'm not sorry.
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