My-my-my

So. The familia fiesta wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. There was no trace of the drama, except there were people missing. Fine with me, I guess. It was cool just chillin with my cousins watching TV. Hella laughing at Mean Girls, I had forgotten how funny that shit was. Pretty damn funny. So uhm...yeah. The adults made us participate in this betting thing in which if the two teams scored certain points, then one of us would win based on whether or not the points were our numbers. Geez, hella lost. Half of the winners were cousins that weren't even there! Gosh. Could have won the fourth quarter bet, though, the pot was 40 buckos. That's a tank of gas...SO SHIT. I was hella cheering, on the edge of my seat and shit, and it was based on if the fuckin Seahawks scored a field goal, BUT THEY DIDN'T EVEN GO FOR A FIELD GOAL, those bastards. AND. Fuckin Hasselbeck SUCKS. Where the fuck were you throwing, homeboy! Where!? Invisible receivers?!?!?!?!? You asshole. Hasselbeck, was there something in your fucking eye! Blast you!! Blast you, Hasselbeck. Jerk.

But yeah. Gotta finish my damn essay. It's not going to be that hard, but it's going to be hard to put together. Right now I'm piecing it, writing it part by part. I think it would be possible to finish before 11. And BAH, that's homework for the night. Then pack...wake up early and drive up. Sense my excitement...sense it. Another week. Maybe I won't break this time. Hope not.

DL spree!!!
-The Pretenders Greatest Hits
-Rocky Votolato
-Damien Rice
-The Clash
-Blackalicious

Almost done with:
-Nine Inch Nails
-Hawthorne Heights

Where the heck did I put my old Fall Out Boy...with the Tsunami Bomb that Kyle Chang gave me???? Man oh man.

Thanks. For trying to keep me sane in my madness...and letting me be mad. I hate myself like that. I wish you could never see it again, but I have no way of knowing if that's possible to stop. One day...