hide-and-seek in wal-mart supercenter

God, I hate Wal-Mart. So in a big "fuck you" to "the man" a few of us decide to go play hide-and-seek in the newest Wal-Mart of Rockford. This came after I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for the second time. Yes, the second time. I hate myself for paying 8 dollars to see any movie, unless it was the coolest fucking thing I've ever seen in my entire life, which this movie was not. It was good, okay? I still hate myself. My funds are running low for Christ's sake and I go to a movie I've already seen. Wonder what made me do that?

Anyway back to hide-and-seek. That movie looks awful. I haven't seen it, but damn De Niro, you're better than that. Oh wait. The game. We only got two rounds in before it got too late, but I had some good clean fun for once. No drinking, no drugs, no anything but good friends and a little mischief like us teenagers should be getting into. We haven't had enough of these kinds of days. I'm sick of drinking all the time, especially with all the same people, because I just seem to get in fights with the same people. I want some new opportunities to make friends or just an opportunity to hook up. All this bickering is getting old. I hate posts like my last one. They don't have any relevance to anyone but me. But damned if the bickering would stop, the posts would stop. I've come to realize that my mood is almost entirely dependent on one person, and it's not who you think it would be.

Now that there's less than a month before I go, I'm starting the countdown. 30 days, baby. Then I am outta this one horse town. I just hope the good-byes bring some closure. At least to a few relationships I have in mind.

This blog is the closest thing I've ever had to a real journal, and now that I know people are reading it (okay, only like 4, but still, it's something), I can't really treat as a genuine journal without scaring the shit out of some people. That sounds weird, but it's true. There are things going on in my mind that no one wants to hear, least of all me. I need to start a private journal that no one else will see, just to get some of this scary shit out. Speaking of scary, I'm beginning to have nightmares about that damn Veruca Salt from CatCF. That bitch is fucking horrific. And her demanding attitude does nothing to help my current attitude towards women right now. In fact, it only bolsters my attitude to new heights. *In a very disgruntled, senile, old man voice* They all want sumthin'.

Finished my Harry Potter book and damn that thing ends with a bang. I've already gone through how much I hate people ruining endings for me, so I promise I won't do it to you. As with every Potter book before it, finishing this one only makes me want the next one to come out faster. The lady has a knack for leaving us wanting more. After 7 though, I better not want anymore, or if I do, she had better plan to give it. Or I'll be uber-pissed.

It's late, and I feel a bout of insomnia coming on. I have a headache, which is never good, but probably due to the fact that I've been thinking too much, or I was out in the sun too long today swimming, or I'm sitting in a rather awkward position right now as I type. Any of these three explanations are plausible. I foresee that my headache will only get worse as I stay awake the next day or two. Oh my God, this headache is giving me psychic powers. Fuck Trivio, just call me Psycho from now on.

Currently enjoying:

Silence, still.


Next post: This one was a bit unexpected, but I like it. My psychic powers tell me that my next post will be about...ah fuck it, I don't have psychic powers. But you can still call me Psycho.