well you know what, Fuck this journal. I dont feel like doing one every damn day to showcase the lame things i did. Whatever. I'll just put down whatever i feel like, poetry, freestyles, stories, rants. whatever.
Well day two. Its 2:29 pm, about an hour hafter i woke up. Lets see, whats on the agenda for today.... Well i was gonna go pick up my gurlfriend after skool, but she's gotta go to her dads to do sum math shyt. God i hate math. Ask me to determine the compression ratio for a set of ported and polished cylinders....and i can do it. Ask me to find the square root of 45 mulitplied by 32...and i struggle. What ever Fuck math. so glad i aint in school no more.
OK well what else will i do today? well i'm staying home for dinner tonight...what a change. I've been eating at my gf's or out for like the past 2 weeks. Spaghetti, not my fav but s'alright.
I'm supposed to go into work to talk to my boss about the lack of shifts i've been getting. I fuckin hate that bastard, he's been dickin me around with shifts and i think its because he THINKS i spend all the time talking. Well fuck him, the jobs gettin done aint it? whatever, i'm just gonna quit and find a new fuckin job. I hate the grocery store. it was ok when i was Workin in the meat department, the buthchers are both foreign and funny as hell. Vaclac, the head butcher is from Checkoslovakia, and is always telling me stories about his time in the Check Army. Let me tell you, every rumor you heard about how they treat Eastern European soldiers is true. God that would be fun in the sun. 50 pushups and i'll only beat you twice today.
Well anyways i really dont want to go talk to that fucker at work to find out about my shifts, i mean the last 2 or 3 weeks i've been getting like ONE shift a week!. fuck that, if he wants to dick me around and shit, then he better watch his ass. i'll rearrange that whole fuckin store, put all the pop in the freezers, turn off all the coolers, move the soup to where the diapers are and then tell him to fuck off and quit.
Whatever. well nobodies online. nobodies EVER online. I just found out that the "beautiful Golden Orange metaflake" paint job i did on my Model Integra got fucked up. theres snots and runs and pieces of dust in it, and a bit of orange peel on the roof. I was too impatient and it was my first time using a metallic spray paint like that with clear coat. It came out kinda shitty. but i'll try to fix it. i just did such an awesome job modeling in a sound system complete with Alpine subs and amps, and i painted the interior and engine soooo nicely. really dont wanna fuck up the rest of the paint job. Well i'm gonna sand down the paint, and buy another can of spray and try to re-do some areas of it. I KNEW i shouldnt have painted it when i was DRUNK! damnit. i got too impatient. Oh well.
Well i guess maybe i'll put another entry up tonight, but we'll see. peace
