my body tricks, also, porno and snuff films,also..

4:25pm: hmmmm
damn its been 137 weeks since i posted here...
fuck i dunno where to begin... not with julie anymore, stooopid bitch. anyway, 24 now, got some tattoos and whatnot. livin on the northeast side of town. workin goin to school being me. hit me up on myspace: www.myspace.com/meaningful_triviality see ya laterz. 

5:29pm: LSD
ok so last saturday i took two hits of acid...
to start off, i was in this huge richy-ass house in kingwood, that had all these doors that go nowhere and a shitload of light switches that didnt work.. when i was sober. so i eat the acid, and about 45min later i catch myself rambling on about mind expansion and something about a pool in the table. after that mental clarity went out the window, along with my sanity i'm pretty sure. the dude whose house it was, was not trippin, so he was all like "look at the floor right here..." and ofcourse my brain is all like "hey wood-grain sure does look like its moving.. " and then the whole floor was moving around and these huge persian rugs were runnin away from me and the bathroom was very small and painted red and scared the shit outta me so i used the bathroom outside... however, there was no bathroom outside, i was pissin on the street, oh well. then i got lost trying to turn on a light that wasnt there. watched a visual video that makes more sense when i'm fukt up then sober. then i watched the wall, because i thought it was a movie. then i got scared by "my reflection" in this huge mirror, but i swear that it wasnt me... i dunno who it was... but it wasnt me. then the dude whose house it was went to bed and left me and julie by ourselves, which in retrospect wasnt a great idea. he had these three cats that were all huge and such, and i was touchin them.. ALOT... and then the cats started to trip too, and that was really interesting. one of the cats was all sickly and shit, its hair was coming out and covering everything, getting in my mouth and all over me... then i tryed to push it away, and it started to molest me, and it was all staring at me trying to steal my brain, so i had to throw it down the stairs, but it was still there. then about six hours later we started gettin scared that we werent EVER goin to come down, and that made us cry, so we held each other and hid from the halucinations. it took twelve hours, but i think the trippin stopped.

4:44pm: its been a long strange trip....
so i'm all at the library and such and i think to myself, "hmmm it sure has been awhile since i last updated that live journal thingy..." and wouldnt you know it? here i am.
damn, its been almost an entire year! holy shit. ok so i dumped sam, she was way to young for me and trying to have sex and whatnot, so i sed "ummm no mas" and everyone was all "nice one bruf-er!" and such. honestly i broke up with her more so i could get with julie... tehehehe. yea, i stole her from trent, and he cried and stalked us and a good time was had by all. been with julie since march twenty-seventh of oh three... which is a hella long time for steve0, but its whatever. hmmm, there was alot of drugs and whatnot involved... oh yea, we had our own apt. for about eight months, but too much drugs and not enough paying the rent caused that to end. had a cat named elliot ness and he was our lil drug child, but he ran away and i was like "nice one bruf-errrr!" but sarcastically. back to the story, i've done all the shit i said i wouldnt ever do, and i spose i'm a horrible person to myself, but once again... its whatever. (that last sentence, which i realize may have been a bit criptic, was a reference to the meth-er-fet-er-min problem that i had the entire time i lived at our apt.)
so we had to move outta our place, and my dad was all like " get the fuck back into my dungeon!" and such, but i was like heck no, and he got all pisssy. so we were lookin for a way to live together, ya know? not get split up.. anyhoe, her(julie's) parents say we can live with them(on the southeast side of houston, off of beltway eight and fuqua).. and i was all " nice onnnnne..*pause*..BRUUUUF-ERRRR!!" but livin with her parents is livin in the land of rated G.. no foul language, no adult dialouge, no sex, no fun... blah. but atleast we dont have to pay for anything, and we always have a ride where-ever the fuck we wanna go. oh yea, and julie works at bizarre bazaar, which is cool cuz i get a discount on all the bongs, pipes, and sex shit. "nice one brufer!" me on the other hand... i have no job once again. sux. well not really, i guess i'm just not ready to be that depressed yet, when i am.. i'll find a job. anyhoe, i guess thas it fer now... all you people out there better drop me a line on this so i knows that youre still alive.
later
...oh yea, if anyone wants to reach me call 713-941-8312.. thats the rated G cave so watch yer mouth, but thats where i'm at.

2:57am: scream at me till your mind is blank, i'm takin it just for you.
so i went to hawaii for five days.
eight hour plane flight to oahu, honolulu, hawaii. saw the simpsons episode where homer eats powersause bars and climbs the murderhorn five times. soon as i get there i check out the mall ( aloha shopping center ) its huge. theres not really any grocery or convience stores there, only abc stores that sell everything. buy my girl around a hundred bux worth of stuff. skate everywhere. hawaiians are absolutely crazy about SPAM. see pearl harbor and the sunken arizon... come people american history here. anyway, i think i could have made a better memorial, but i obviously wasnt around at the time. china town has a skate park. the palace. hawaii five-oh theme song plays on permanent repeat in my head the entire time i'm there. more mall time. took a tour of the island. the ocean rawks. go twelve hundred feet up and look down from the mountains on the valley and the ocean. drink screwdrivers at red lobster. cigarettes are hella expensive over there ( five bux and change a pack ). skate skate skate. see some hot hula grrls. hella fine asian chiks there. buy maui wowie from a guy at this skateshop i found. three grams for twenty bux. go parasailing. eight hundred feet up. yippe. pass out on the beach listening to bob marley. wake up two hours later burnt and still high from a bowl i had smokt earlier. smoke a doob while a girl in the balcony accross the street does a strip tease for me. go for a walk. meet the stripper girl, her name is jasmine. we flirt, play pool, buy some liquor and go to the beach. meet two guys who claimed to be brothers, who were beach bums and both crazy... legally. jasmine jets when she finds out that i'm a tourist. ( side note: everyone there was convinced that i was from there.) get drunk. pass out. go whale watching. drink a lava flow on the boat ( coconut, pineapple, strawberry, and rum). back to the mall for some last minute things. almost assault an old lady who was talkin shit ( my skateboard hit her shoe on the bus, i said sorry, she said she didnt believe me and that i meant to do it, i told her not to be a grumpy old bitch, bus driver kicks me off ). seven hours flight back to houston. cant sleep. picked up by dad.
call work, tell them i have to sleep and therefor will be late. work is chillin. kinda missed it in a weird way. get off at nine. hangout with julie and trent. smoke smoke smoke. home. pass out. wake up at eleven. work till seven. hangout with randy. walk home.
havent heard from sam ( my gf ) since i spoke to her while i was at pearl harbour. she got busted skippin school. i hope i havent been dumped. that would suck. mainly because i like having someone to shower affection on. also because it would make me look bad. i'm so conceited.

10:38pm: ughhhh *full body shiverz*
"shes got a senior boyfriend, well that bitch is just fifteen, will she lose, will she lose, will she lose her virginity? well he takes her out on prom night, and shows her a good time, will he be in her pants by nine?"
-mad caddies "preppy girl"

ok, so let me start off with a disclaimer of sorts.. you see, the following entry is just full of the type of shit that makes some of my better friend's skin crawl. so before you go on and read and get disgusted, i warn you. that said..

so i have a girlfriend. been goin out for about a week now. yipee for steve. i dont really want to go into details about her, but i will say this.. dating someone who is younger than you really makes you feel your age. makes things all strange. but all in all, shes great. nice, polite, beautiful.. and we have the best times when we are just talkin a bunch of nonsense to each other. moving on.
SW DAY ONE
i found out the night before, that the party i wanted to go to on the thirteenth, was cancelled. sux. decided to hang out with J and T for the day instead. we all decide that since we had all the money we were gonna use at and for the party, that we should use it for something worthwhile... our choice? snow white... and a shit load of it. so T and i drop J off at J's work. run around. bump. run around. bump. run around. bump. i buy shit for my gf for valentines day. bump. sit up till nine am talking and *buuuuuummmmmp*. pass out.
SW DAY TWO
wake up at four thirty. go to work. feel like shit. leave early. go to N's. go to some ghetto aptartments. lock the keys in the car. buy more snow white. bump. my gf is hanging with me this time. bump. smoke. bump. drink. smoke. bump. smoke. bump. everyone passes out at five am, except me and the gf. sit up till noon talkin foolin around and drawing. you should see the fukt up tweakt out thing i drew. go to N's. pass out.
SW DAY THREE
wake up at three thirty. go to work. leave early. go to N's. buy more snow white. bump. watch a movie. bump. talk with a movie on. bump. N passes out at three am. i stay up till six. pass out. wake up at one. help babysit kids. smoke. last bump. N has to go to work. i go to T's and hangout. smoke. smoke. "i'll never do THAT much ever again" wise words. finally go home. pass out promptly at three am.

to sum it all up, for three days i had little sleep, nothing to eat, and so many seemingly important conversations that my head is spinning. on a high note... i quit smoking cigarettes. damn i wish i had more to say.

11:51pm: "i went to this stupid party, had the scam on everybody..
..ask the woman for a light and to stay the night, but she wasnt having any, said i was just one of many, but she gave me some advice, she said you try and you dont get none, i said why was she a lesbian?" --Dwarves "better be women"

ok so work sucks you all know this.
i went to the los skarnales show with christina, and nikki. got hella stoned before with randy. drive to fitzgeralds. met christina's friend byron, smoke some more. been awhile since i've been to a good ska show. we found out a way to get back stage and used it to crowd surf. mosh. hurt some people. skank. try to pick up a grrl or three and it doesnt work. it was too hot i've never been able to properly explain myself when its so hot. nikki leaves cuz she has was short of breath. buy a big d and the kids table cd. we leave. smoke some more. get drunk with julie and trent again. we go to dennys to eat. the waitress is a horribly slow bitch who was fuckin shit up from the time we walked in the door. i turned into a lil asshole.
drunk guy comes into pizzahut and tips me thirty dollars.
work. work. work.
buy beer then smoke a shitload with randy. nick (another waiter at the hut) picks me up. we (nick, two drunk guys, sam((who i will get to in a moment)), and myself) go rent a room at econo lodge. get drunk. get stoned. everyone except me and sam pass out. shes hella cute. red-brown hair, blue-green eyes, small petite body. so kiss kiss stroke stroke and i have a nekkid grrl to play with. "i never wanted to be aimless, i never wanted to be shameless" we did our thing, but never really ''rounded third-base'' if you get my meaning. pass out together. wake up three hours later. go home. sleep. work. gilbert is especially asshole-ish. i almost quit. buy more beer after work. go get drunk with nick, joe (punk friend of nicks), brian, and tabitha (who's house we went to). play three man. get FUKT up. puke. ug. puke again. ugggg. puke again. pass out. wish that sam was there. wake up three hours later. go home. leave work clothes at brian and tabitha's. go to work. almost quit again. go home. smoke hella weed by myself. get hella stoned. watch 'waking life'. pass out. wish sam would call.
today was my day off. sleep till three or four. pm. get my check. talk to the main manager about the problems i'm having. we decide that i will stay until the situtaion is atleast attepted to be resolved. go out with family. pretend i am by myself. call sam. she wants me to visit her.
after much adue i finally get to her house. have to say i'm eighteen to her parents. sneak off into the woods. get stoned. touchy feely. kissy kissy. talk and laugh a bunch. shes a funny grrl. she has to go home before we get anything accomplished. i walk the two miles home in fourty minutes. smoke somemore. dad mentions how he thinks sam looks young. if he only knew.

2:51am: "the city looks especially vindictive tonight, yea tonight..
..that hitchhiker looks like hes headed home to murder his wife, its a proven fact you cant respond to every call for help in time. so there she stays poor little girl."
--"Weave and Unravel" - Tilt


ok so.. i'm pretty sure i had somthing to say, but all of a sudden i have completely forgotten what it was... *looks blankly at the wall*..ok ok i remember now! so my manager who has the crush on me, the one that was getting me drunk every other night.. he caught me buying an ounce from this chick at work so he threatens to fire us both if he ever catches us again. i get paranoid and she gets pissed, threatens to quit, and promises never to sell to him again. you see the thing is, and this is just between us, he buys mass amounts of snow white from her. then a lil while later this new guy asks the manager if he can have a pizza for himself, which is usually fine, the manager agrees, so the dude goes and orders himself the biggest pizza that we make with all the toppings we have on it. i dont even know about it until i am cutting pizzas and it comes out, i figure its for someone that worked there so i just start to cut it, then the new guy walks up and tells me to only cut it into four huge pieces, i'm like "ok" cuz that means less work for me. the manager comes up and starts to bitch cuz i didnt cut the pizza properly, then he bitches cuz i told him it was for the new guy, then he biches cuz i must have given the guy the idea that it was the "alright" thing to do. at this point i am fairly annoyed with the guy and frankly very tired of hearing all the bullshit flowing out of his mouth so i tell him to eat shit and let me do my fuckin job. he pulls me aside and threatens to fire me, i tell him that i'll file for unlawful termination, he says i cant, i say i can if i file sexual harassment on his ass, he tells me he'll drop it if i dont mention anything to the general manager.
i closed that night... the next morning i almost got into a fist fight with a customer, i almost got into a fistfight with a driver and the manager, then i got really drunk with julie (the grrl i wanted to kiss on new years eve) and trent (her boyfriend). i paid, a chik from work bought it and julie got drunk on three bacardi raz's i drank the other nine in the two six packs and i was only pleasantly buzzing. shes cute when shes drunk, not really disgusting, or loud, or anything, just cute like a kid.
work. work. work. work. work. work
i get a visit from erin, get my bass back. play the bass so much not only my fingers but my knuckles and wrists hurt. buy a new skateboard, and promptly learn to kickflip.
spend a bunch of money on shit that i wanted, not really needed, but i figured that since i have a job and therefor money i should spend some on myself. i bought six dvds (donnie darko, samurai jack, gothika((bootleg copy from some guy who came in to pizza hut)), scooby doo, reserved a copy of the dc video), a couple cds (sr71 "now you see inside", the darkness "permission to land", "punk rock is your friend", punk-o-rama III, BYO sample this too and, deftones "white pony"), a shit load of jones sodas(about three a day, from the mall for a buck fifty), and i am now in the habit of buying myself dinner everynight. it makes me very nervous that i am getting and spending money alot lately, i mean its sort of a culture shock... me sleeping behind hastings not a month ago.. to this buying things to stay happy me now. i'm strange.
speaking of strange, i have been having these perfectly horrible visions of tragic gorey shit happening to me when i'm stoned. for example, the other night i was sitting in the back of trents car, stoned , on the way home and he didnt have the back seat in, so theres this nasty rusty spike of metal about six inches away from my head. all i can think about is what will happen if we're in a wreck.. not only is it raining, i have no seat bealt or seat for that matter, and the spike of course.. it all paints a nice picture on you... or with you.
then the next night, i was stoned again and thinking about what would happen if my parents died and i was left with no one.. the strangest thing about that whole train of thought was... i wasnt thinking about the sadness or funeral, or my brother, all i was thinking was " as soon as that happens i'm taking the master bed room and throwing everything in the house away. i wonder what color i'll paint it. this job would sure cost alot, well no matter i'll get plenty from the government." i think i may have serious problems.
its whatever.

1:31am: if its not broken then i'll probly break it trying to fix it
blah. so new years eve... wait wait getting ahead of myself. *ponders for a moment* so christmas eve, i get my dad to drop me off in conroe... ya know... on the pretext that i had some plan to spend time with my mother. instead i got picked up by binky and we hung out with bingo and luke was there at some point and i think cherry shnaps may have been involved... then i'm at my moms at two thirty wondering how the hell i got there. wake up four hours later cuz children HAVE to get up at the absolute ass crack off dawn on christmas morning... pretend that i'm happy that i got nothing that i wanted.. mom drives me back to houston where i promptly pass out till three or so, dad says somthing about not knowing i was there, i barely heard it in my rush to get to a toilet. oh yea, did i mention that i had to work christmas eve and day? i did, pizza hut ownes my soul. next day after work hep ass christina shows up and we go get tatted together. she trys to get an old skool wizard from the nintendo zelda game (complete with 16 bit graphic look )... the dude fukt up and made the wizard all realistic like, dumbass. then its my turn and first off i'm worried about how ghetto and dirty this place (deagos on 45S)is. ok the neddle is new. ok it hurts . ok thats not so bad. owww fuckass hits my shoulder blade. badass nautical star is produced. "look its my tattoo in blood" . try to find luke-ass but he is nowhere to be found. hi karley. deep conversations about life. home. work. work. work. i have a new friend in the neighborhood, since danielle got taken to juvy. this guy lives with his grandparents and gets blown everyday just for the fuck of it. sounds like me when i was eighteen. anyway, hung out a couple of times but he always falls asleep at like midnight which makes me have to walk the twelve blocks to my house in the cold and stoned. work. work. start to get depressed cuz pizza hut owns me. spend a bunch of money and that makes me happy for a lil while. horray for the happy consumer. but now i have to back track.. shit i suck at this game... oh yea. new years eve, and guess whos workin till one thirty? i really wanted to ask this chik i work with for a kiss at midnight, but she has a boyfriend and i like to smoke with him. damn the politics. so i go out once again with my manager. i bought a sack. i smoked a bunch and passed out. was late to work. work. work. work. try to hit on and get numbers from some hot girls that periodically come in, doesnt work. i dont think i'm as slick a waiter yet.. but i will be someday.. and thats when you ladies better look out. hahahahahah. i just finished "flowers in the attic" by v.c. andrews (i'm not sure about the last name). it makes me sad. i have a picture of my tat on the computer as soon as i figure out how to work it, i'll post it. till then. out.

3:01am: beat me outta me
ok so workin at pizza the hut is badass. i dunno why but its not really like a job, yea i have to work my ass off, but its like super happy fun funtime everytime i clock in. missed the antiflag show, eh, but i've gotten atleast thirty bux in tips everynight that i've worked the past week. rawk. my birthday kinda sukt, but it was good to be twenty and not be around my family for once.. i got a new cell phone in case anyone cares.. the numbah iz 832 233 5497 so now you have no excuse to not call beee-otchez! oh yea, i forgot the mention the best thing about workin there... my manager takes me out drinkin like everynight. hahahahaha its great to get ''trashed'' on bacquardi raz almost everynight. the funniest thing is the reason he's always drinkin with me is because he has a thing for me... not only is that funny cuz, i mean... look at me... but also because i'm ''so not gay'' (his words). its kinda fukt up how theres all this sexual tension in pizzahut, its like everyone is either fuckin everyone or everyone wants to fuck everyone.. i think i'll fit in well here.

6:06pm: i hope i didnt brain my damage
"..because it goes without saying that he'd report us at once to some outback nazi law enforcement agency, and theyd hunt us down like dogs.." - hunter s. thompson

the week of thanksgiving i was in the valley, the rio grande valley. an extremely boring seven hour car ride is followed by an extremely boring five days in a town (kingsville, tx) that could be best described as a shit hole tourist trap. let me venture onto a tangent for a moment.. you know what i hate? when your parents marry new people and youre expected to treat them like they've been there the whole fuckin time, and not only that, but youre expected to treat the new "parent's" family like theyre your own... fuck that shit. anyway, back to the shit hole town... well there isnt much else to say, just know that it sucked.. bad. after another seven hour car ride sitting in the backseat with a seven year old, we finally got back to houston.
ever since i've been back i've been pretty strung out on cold medication, which sounds pretty pathetic, but i've been hella sick and it sucks. i got another job at pizzahut, its ok... except i have to work next friday, when antiflag is supposed to be comin to town. but eh? oh well.
have you ever gotten it into your head that you have to make a catalogue of every person that youve had sex with? well, i did the other night while in the throws of cold medication... lets just say that it was a real eye opener.
oh yea, one last thing... i got myself into some shit today, cuz awhile back i posted a picture of a friend of mine and her friends on a website. i thought the pic was funny, and wanted to share it with everyone... they however did not find the humor in having it posted where anyone in the world can look at it. eh... i'm a dumbass.

1:48am: life and death, dont mean a thing...
chillin in houston kinda sucks. i have a steady place to stay, which is comforting, but living with one's parents again after having been free for so long has drawbacks. for example, father has me on lock down, cuz he "has suspicions of my 'true activities' when i'm not around"... if he only knew. anyway, got a job at michaels, means that i'll have money in my pocket for the first time in awhile, it also means that i have to hang around houston more than i'd like to. i've been talkin to katie, yet another one of my exs, alot lately... the main topic of our discussions is our impending move to california. you see, a long time ago when we were first dating, i promised her that as soon as she graduated, we would both move out to california and start a life together. the thing is, a couple of days ago i accidently let it slip to my father that i planned to do this (let me pause here to explain that i feel like i'm a kid again, you know, hidding things from my parents and whatnot).. far from hitting the roof, he used another method to try and deter this "bad idea" from happening. he started asking questions like "well thats all fine and dandy, but what are you gonna do when she decides to kick you out, just like everyone else has?" and "how will you be able to get back to texas when she leaves your ass?" and "what are you gonna do when california falls into the ocean?"... well you get the picture, its really fuckin annoying, but i usually ignore him cuz what the fuck does he know anyway.
today, my neighbor, who has been MIA since her mom kicked her out a month ago, showed back up. so i went over there and smoked a phat joint with her, and then i had to come back home and pretend i wasnt stoned... which sucks, as those of you who've dealt with strict parents know. but because i am the mental better of both my father and his new wife... it was a simple task.
whoa... a million dogs just started to howl outside a second ago, that was really strange.

2:37am: ok, heres a story...
sometime after my last entry, i got a ride to cleveland and met bingo and joe good. then we drove and smoked to nacadoches, to visist bingo's girlfriend. it took us about two hours and once we were there the boredom began, appeariently nacadoches is the shittiest college town in the whole fuckin world. the mall there is less than a hundred yards long... which is really sad. so as i was saying, i got hella bored so i took a nap in the passenger seat of joes truck... i had also not slept the night before because i was watching "apocalyps now", which by the way is a really interesting movie. anyway, so we hangout there for a couple hours more and then we leave. its pouring rain and some girl hydroplains and smacks into joes truck. so we all get out in the rain and take a look at the cars... nothing wrong, and the girls were hot, so we said fuck it and left. we get back to bingo's smoke some and then joe says hes got to go, but he'll "be back in the morning"... five smoke filled, drug clouded days later bingo kicks me out and i have to walk close to ten miles to my mothers house, where i got bitched at for eating some easy-mac and sleeping on the floor. then(last thursday), my mother decides that i'm just using her as a "flop house" (whatever the fuck that means) and kicks me out. so, having nowhere to go, i start walkin back to bingo's, and about an hour into the walk this hot girl picks me up. she had brown hair, green eyes, and was real cute... anyway, so she picks me up and says that the only reason she picked me up is because i shouldnt hitchhike, then she makes me promise never to hitchhike again, so i do and she drops me off at bingo's.
that night bingo's brother had a massive party at his house and i got seriously stunk. there was this one girl at the party, crystal, and she was the most beautiful woman i have ever seen in person... long balck hair, blue-green eyes, smokin body, long sexy legs, etc etc. anyway, so she comes into bingos room, and decides to lay on me and tickle me and such, so i'm like "hell ya"... then her boyfriend comes in and gets all grrr like, then he leaves and she starts suckin on my fingers! and once again, i'm like "hell ya", and once again before i get a chance to do anything with her, her boyfriend comes back in and is like "we have to go", so they left and i was sad.
the next morning, at ten i get woke up and told that i gotta go cuz bingos dad showed up and is pissed... so i get dropped off at mcdonalds in the pouring rain. so i walk all the way to the high school i used to go to, because it was pouring and i couldnt think of anywhere else to go. so i get there and the principal lets me dry all my clothes in the home ec room, so i'm sittin in the home ec class in nothing but my boxers, and theres a full class of girls in there, which was kinda fucked up cuz they were all minors and they were lookin at me like a cat looks at a piece of bacon, sexy bacon. anyway, dry my clothes, go walkin around the school like i used to when i was skippin, talk to a couple of teachers and whatnot, basically hungout till school let out. nikki and jon gave me a ride to the apartment when they got out, and we hungout for a lil while, then i went upstairs and hung out with binky and smoked too much and went with him and his new gf to get tattood. got even more stoned and then got a ride back to houston.

1:10am: its the suede denium secret police
ok, to start off with.. i did a kick door and got my shit back.. well not really, but i did get my stuff back and thats all that matters.
backin up a bit, on halloween there was this fuckin awesome party in hunts-vegas. i took a greyhound up there on thursday and helped chris set up... and by "helped set up" i mean, carried the keg of shiner up a flight of stairs, and "helped" the keg get tapped at six on friday. so lets fast forward to ten, and i'm beligerant. after playing presidents and assholes, which is a fuckin awesome drinking game, i dont really remember much... except that there were a bunch of costumed beauties there.. i also remember how i was too chicken shit once again to do anything about it.. but i was also really stunk by the time anyone got there, so its sort of excuseable.
moving on, saturday, i got a ride to conroe and met up with nikki, jon, bambi, and luke so we could all go to the mindless self indulgence show. nikki bought my ticket, and luke was the show-fur for the evening. so around about 6:30 we ride down to the engine room, and spend about twenty minutes lookin for parking because there was a shitty ass rockets game that night too. after much ado, we get in and wait for the bands. the first band, innermost aggression, was the shittiest of the shitty... not only did they suck, but they were behaving badly when i kept telling them that they sucked... the lead singer got pissed and chunked this broken cd into the crowd, and beaned this one really intoxicated chik in the head... but she was too fukt up to care. so when the next band, uncle fucker, came on... i beat the shit outta the drummer and bass player from the first band, hahahah they suck. Uncle Fucker did not suck, as a matter of fact they were the opposite, they were a badass amalgam of rock-a-billy with punk stylings. then tub ring came on and they rocked too. around about the time that tub ring left the stage, this REALLY hot girl walked up and was stood by us. so for like twenty minutes i am in awe of the hotness of this girl, so in awe that all i can do is stare at her, so bambi introduces us and i still cant manage to keep a conversation going.. cuz i suck. then MSI comes on and the whole time people are pushing me into this girl.. so i figure that the maditory feel up is accomplished so i ask her for her number at the end of the show, and i got it... but i'm not too sure that its the right one, so i havent called it.
after the show; luke bambi and i went to IHOP to munch, then we went to nikkis and everyone crashed except me cuz insomnia is a bitch.
since luke dropped me off sunday, i've been bored as hell in houston. got damn i wish i had some people to chill with up here. oh well

12:47am:
I am Donnie, from "Donnie Darko." I'm
pretty troubled, yes.


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11:40pm: hurray for my early trick-or-treatin!

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
kingofools goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Rush Limbaugh.
ajade22 gives you 6 dark blue coffee-flavoured pieces of taffy.
amyliscious tricks you! You lose 4 pieces of candy!
bingostar gives you 1 red tropical-flavoured nuggets.
glassdeception tricks you! You get a pencil.
insidethebox gives you 14 dark green orange-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
nik2i tricks you! You get a rock.
sexnviolence gives you 1 pink cola-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
virgovibe tricks you! You get a used tissue.
kingofools ends up with 18 pieces of candy, a pencil, a rock, and a used tissue.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
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12:25pm: for luke-ass

Your Goth color is RED!
Sexy and wild, Goths like you for your bright
signalling of intense emotion. And you're
Sexy. Very sexy.


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9:42pm: remember how you gave me shit, and i made lemonaid outta it?
so that last entry was posted at the library, because davids landlord was gettin pissed about me being there when he wasnt... so he dropped me off there at eight. i stayed at the library till three in the afternoon, then i skated to nik2i's and we hung out till they had to go to a movie. i went to saras and hung with her and bambi, then we went to the new texas chainsaw massacre... it was more funny than scary, but good. anyway, we get out of it at around nine and i call david and he says that he'll meet me at saras in twenty minutes... at around midnight i called him and he said hed be on his way in five minutes... at around one o'clock i left and skated over to his house, where he wasnt. so i skated to katies house and she was asleep, so i called a few peeps and everyone was either asleep or out so i was shit outta luck.. i walked and skated around conroe till around three-thrity in the morning, then i had to sleep. so i decided that since i had no where to go, and hastings was right there, i slept behind hastings. unfortunately it was very cold that night and i didnt even have a jacket...so i dug in the clothing donation box that was there and i found a jacket, pillow and blanket... i am so lucky. at seven i woke up and headed off, leaving the pillow and blanket for someone else who would have to sleep outside.
the week since then has been a bit of a blur... i now i got stoned with a bunch of folks, i know at some point i got my head shaved, i smoked some merinal on a bowl, took some lean pills, took some morphine, and did some dirty shit that i only barely remember. i wasnt able to get ahold of david the next day or since.. so i guess my cds, clothes, cell charger and all are gone.. fuckin sux.

9:35am: he lives off of fear, pinto beans and beer
uh... so yea. i've been in conroe since my last post, and things are going as hecticly as usual.
i visited shannon, the satan-ex, and as usual that turned into an interesting time. so i get to conroe last friday nite, and hang out with binky, smoke some shit.. pass out. get woken up by german porn... disgusting german porn. go with binky to mow the churchs grass, he mows it... i smokes it. hehehe then i get dropped off at shannons. she is babysitting hollys kid and we are all "awww cute" all day. this dude david shows up and we decide to go to the catfish festival. then, surprise surprise, eric shows up (eric would be the guy that she dumped me for three times... they broke up '5 months ago'). i play all nice nice buddy buddy with the arrogant pric, and he leaves.. so shannon, her sister, david and i go to the catfish fest, and it totally blows. but what do you expect from a city wide "party"(and i use the term losely) in conroe. anyway, so the whole time shannon is holding my hand and kissin me and sayin all this nice and pretty shit in my ear... and i'm thinkin "hey... i'm gonna get me some!" then after about three hours we get bored and leave. return to hollys house and everything is still all honky dorey... until eric shows up.(cue the soap opera music) so he says he needs to talk to shannon and they disappear for approx. an hour and then leave. i later discover that not only did she decide to stay there that nite, she moved in with him the very next day! grrrrr why cant i ever find someone who no matter what i do, or who theyre with i can say a few words and i'll have them back?
anyway, so david said that he has an apt, and i'm welcome to stay. so thats where i have been for the past week.
visited another one of my exs this week too... megan shultz. she goes to U of H now and is all growed up and sexy and shit. so i was trying to attone for the serious loss of face in the shannon incident, so i'm "layin game"... but to no avail. she wasnt interested... isnt it always the same?
god, i am such a loser.

5:34am: dude, traffic gives me a headache
my date was good, katie was two hours late, and she left after another two hours. but goin to the mall with a mohawk is always a "rewarding" experience. met binky up at the mall and we smoked after he got off of work at six. we were at this one guys house, and there was this chik there that i was tryin to hit on... but unfortunately, so was another friend of mine... damn. went to church with binky, which was interesting... if not completely unlike me.
ok, so the "satan-ex" of mine recently told me that she got this tat of a monkey on her leg because it reminded her of me... i dont know weither to be frightened or excited... may visit her tomorrow... yea, back into the fray.
houston is startin to look better, i recently found a few of my old friends from freshman year in the neighborhood, so its been really retrospective to hang with those folks.
hey luke "i had some coffee last night and she liked it a-latte." hahahahahaha

12:26am: if the government could read my mind, theyd know i'm thinking of you
you know... if you want to be happy, you gotta make yourself happy. cuz otherwise the shit dont work. so last thursday i went and played the roll of mall rat.. i bought a nirvana vinyl of the single sliver and dive, i got a jones soda, i went to a movie. i saw underworld... it was an ok movie.. i mean theres not really any need for a brain to watch.. just another kill 'em action flik. then i went to conroe and hung with the usual suspects... stayed at nikkis and bambis for a couple of days and got too stoned. then i went and drank a shit load of screwdrivers with healy and munkey. after that i went to moms house and she bitched at me for being drunk, i slept on the floor, and got woken up in the morning by my favorite lil sister. after much ado, i convinced my mom to take me to bingos house. hung out there and got stoned for two days, listened to him scream on the phone to certain undisclosed parties. then i left... came back to houston and work and boredom welcomed me.
on the plus side, i have a date planned for the daytime(as in all day) saturday... me and the girl, whom i'm not going to name till i get done with the date, are going to be mallrats at the woodlands mall. then saturday night i'm goin to the O'Doyle Rules! show (at the fuel cyber cafe in humble.. starts at 8pm, 6$ @ the door, bring friends), which should be atleast interesting. the guys in odoyle rules are always fun to chill with.... put on a half-way decent show too.
oh yea! before i forget, i got a call and email from my ex... not just any one of my exs... but the worst of my exs, the psycho-est of the pyscho, the one who caused the most amount of damage... you know what i'm talkin bout. anyway, so she calls me and is bein all sweet and loving and whatnot, which makes blowing her off really hard... which i have to do, cuz its bad otherwise. ya see, i've let her fuck me over three times already, and each was worse than the last... that is why i have got to blow her off now... unfortunately, due to the lack of interest in most other females, i'm all love starved and whatnot.. so i dont blow her off... instead i find myself inviting her over next week... damn i'm such a loser

10:08pm: life or something like it
ok so thursday night in san antonio we, that is me and areli, got stoned and went to sams burger joint, there was a comedy troupe and areli was really psyched about it. we get there, the comedy troupe blows... so we leave.
then, the next day we go to a couple of galleries where they were having a contemporary arts festival. saw some interesting stuff, then we left. we went back to the house and got stoned then went to downtown san antonio to skate (well areli rode a bike) for four hours. right off the bat, we got kicked off of the riverwalk, cuz this cop caught me skating on the sidewalk. then we just cruised around, street level, we decided to see how many people we could convince to take pictures on the bike and skateboard... i got a seaman and an army guy on my skateboard.
then we went to the mall, and caused all kinds of havok(those of you who have been to the mall with me know what i'm talkin bout). we went to the disney store, and pretended to be attacked by various stuffed disney characters...got pictures too. then we went to the toy store and took pictures with this really hot girl that was dressed up like a cat. then mall security tryed to bust me for skating in the mall, so i skated away... and the chase began... he chased me for awhile with areli clicking pictures of the whole thing, then he got tired and just stopped. so i decided to go and find him and see if i could get a pic of him on the skateboard, he was not ammused but did it on the condition that we left the mall... so we did. then i was skating down a sidewalk, areli was behind me, and i decide that i'm going to impress these two hot girls (wearing hurley) with my skating prow-esss.... i ate asphalt and they laughed. then we went back to her side of town and skated around the university. it was basically us cruising around the campus tryin to get hot girl's phone numbers.
friday night there was a concert. areli, trini... let me tell you about trini. you see, trini is this super hot, intelligent chick who is a student PE teacher. she is about the most interesting person i've met in awhile. moving on, so me and areli and trini go to this concert with areils roommates chris and robert. we get there and everyone except me and trini are engaged in some interesting conversation or another, so we just sit there and keep each other company. the first band comes on and sucks so trini and i go for a walk, and between you guys an me, i was about to try and kiss her... like six times... but the oppurtunity never presented itself, either that or i was just scared. we get back and the band still sucks so i tolerate the low class music the rest of the night(it wasnt that it was bad, it just wasnt exactly my favorite, it didnt have any vocals, but the music was played well... another problem was that the sound system was shot so it sounded all distorted)
saturday i flew back to houston. all in all the san antonio trip was worth it. hey areli, you gotta come visit me now!

11:10am: cuz i'm a kid whos got a lot of problems, if i throw a brick maybe the brick will go and solve them
yesterday i woke up and no one was home at arelis house... so i watched clerks uncensored, and the whole first season of futurama... a boring tv day. then her roommate came home and we started drinkin tecates, at two. then he shows me this pipe he got from a friend of his who bought it in tibet. story is, that it is something in the neighborhood of a hundred years old. so we smoke outta it, and not surprisingly it is smoooooth. after thinkin bout it fer a while i decided that since they dont smoke a lot of pot over in tibet, that it was probly an opium pipe... and in which case, means the pipe is probly full of hundred+ year old reasin. hurray for that.
after that we went to hogwilds, which is this small record shop... it has a lot of godd stuff, excellent sellection of vinyls... but not really much of an old music sellection... ie: old "punk" bands.
then we went to bestbuy, cuz (arelis roommate) had to get his girlfriend a birthday present. so we take care of that with the usual guy confusion as to what a woman that you actually like would want on her birthday... i guess it all worked out ok, cuz she seemed to like the tool cd he got her, and the two and a half dollar hallmark birthday card. gee i sure do miss having to spend money on someone special. bah.
then we went back home, and areli was ther so we showed her the pipe and all had a long sit down to discuss the pipes past possibilities. after much ado, we.. that is me and areli.. decided not to go with the happy lil couple out to dinner... tooo much out in public while intoxicated had already happened that day.
tonight we're probly gonna go to the riverwalk and annoy the shit outta the tourists. tomorrow is the comedy show... lets hope its decent. and friday is the ballast method show... hurray for "punk" rawk fridays!

11:20am: bienvenidos san antonio
last night i flew into san antonio.
so i get to the airport in houston (IAH) and get through security. which took awhile in itself because i wanted to bring my skateboard as a carry-on... they had to make sure i wasnt connected with any al-queda cells...or something. anyway, i get to the gate (with plenty of time to spare) and discover that, because i'm flying standby, and i did not have on pants and a collared shirt, i could not get on the fuckin plane. so i run around the fuckin airport like a chicken with its head cut off lookin for someone who can give me some spare clothes. i finally find this very flamboyant guy in the coffee lounge. he hits on me for about five minutes and finally i get my plee in, and he obliges. then i make a quick escape while he goes to buy me a drink and run double time back to the gate. i get there just in time to get a ticket, keep in mind i had to put the clothes on while i ran. then awaiting boarding time, i got a pleasant surprise... because of my success at helpin myself the gate attendants up graded me to first class. the chairs in first class are the shit! huge leather things, with vast leg room, plus they gave me a real glass when i got my water... i was contemplating a way to steal it as a momento, but i couldnt figure out a way to do so before the flight attendant collected it back.
so now i'm at our lady of the lake univ. in san antonio, hanging out with areli. we've got all kinds of shit planned, and i've got until saturday.

2:55am: fun time internet bordom killer
ok if you have aol instant messagner, then i recomend that you talk to "JavaAIMBot" whenever youre bored... its a fuckin hoot.

12:55am: so... uh... hurray for music....keeping you sane
i've decided that there must be lil gnomes actively destroying my cell phone charger... but this is ofcourse pure speculation... i have yet to catch one of the lil bastards in the act. i shall keep everyone updated.
i was in conroe for a few days recently and that was an... interesting...experiance, but then again arent they always? some folks are going away, a few are really growin up, and a few are even soon to be enjoying a government accomidation. my mom was being, as usual, very strange and vague... i think married life has made her weird in the head. got to hang out with some folks and play music, which is always good. oh yea! heres a story:
four lil stoner kids are drinkin beer and smoking herb by the san jacinto river, and a guy walks up and asks, "uh.. you.. haave eni moota?" they reply a negative and he walks away. so the stoner kids drink a few more beers and decide to smoke herb with the guy and his friends. upon joining the group the stoner kids are creeped out by the obvious sexual advances of five aged ethnic gentelmen. so the stoner kids escape into the day, and go on to drink more beer. yea, beer.
got a call from florida, and i'm thinkin bout goin down there for a few weeks and help them with a street festival/protest that they are planning. should be really exciting... probly gonna leave in the next week... wish me luck.
other than that life has been boring and uneventful, so blah. music is the only thing keepin me sane... but, eh? what else is new?