IQ

Am I stupid? I must be challenged in some sort of way...because here I am...red-blooded American teenager, sittin in front of computer...smart? maybe. bored? yes. i'm too fuckin lazy and disappointed to use proper capitalizations. this summer sucks. i feel it. i wish i could go back to last summer..like walking back into a dream, continuing that summer....because even if i didn't have that party experience one would have thousands of miles away from home...i can tell you it was way more exciting than sittin here...waking up early to watch fuckin dawson's creek and then babysitting for fuckin free my fuckin 13 YEAR OLD COUSIN who doesn't know how to fuckin take care of himself yet. 13 fuckin years old, man. and to top it off, we have to live in ghettoland, where if you walk outside your house you're liable to get kidnapped or killed. what the fuck? shit...i swear...this is lame. i need some way to entertain myself. and i don't find entertainment in writing and i don't find it in television and i sure as hell do not find it in food, because everytime i fill myself up i feel like puking. what the hell is wrong with me? maybe when i grow older i will become a fuckin lush. drinkin like a fuckin fish every fuckin ten minutes, a bottle of jack.

i'm listening to deftones (as recommended by prj one day) and it reminded me of virgin megastores at vegas. oh my friggin gosh. that place is so overpriced. seriously. and their book selection...fuckin miniscule. and their dvds...shit. i hate everything again. here we go. around the merrygoround. only it ain't merry. and don't fuck with me. or i'll fuckin shoot you.