Did I happen to mention that I'm Japanese?
Well, I found out a month or so ago. My dad called. Eskimo's weren't exactly accepting of the Japanese back when my Great Grandpa was rockin' out. He was half. Never told a soul. The feeling ran with him his life up until before he died. He gave the news to my dad's sister. She gave it to him recently. I'm 1/16 Japanese. Everybody knew it. Everybody but me.
I'm excited still. I'll always be excited about that.
I'm not half eskimo anymore. But I'm just about half eskimo with a pinch of Japanese.
I've got a shitload to deal with.
I've gotta move out. I'm going to move out in August. If all goes as planned. Or at least as soon as I possibly can. Zac's a future roomate. And whoever of the Kidds who happens to be ready by the time we're ready. We need a big, shitty house to get drunk in and play loud music in and smoke the weed in. I'm really fucking ready.
I've gotta get a car. How the fuck am I going to get out of here without one. Work on school without one. Work, work without one.
Next point. I need a new job. Badly. Up in Portland.
I need the moola. For the Car. For the house. For school. I gotta get some sort of loan again, I think. Fuck I hate money.
I have a lot of artwork to work on for various things. A piece for a band called Courtesy of Depression. Look them up on Myspace. Flyers for my friends' band: the Burning Times. Look them up on Myspace. Artwork for Zac. For my sister. For whoever the eff else.
Too much shit.
And I'll be in Texas.
And ... jesus...
there's so much I want for this summer. How the fuck can I possibly get it all?
Well, get off the computer for one. Unless I'm writing up a resume. Or finding a job. Shit. I gotta get started on this shit.
Time for a Ciggy.
Well, I found out a month or so ago. My dad called. Eskimo's weren't exactly accepting of the Japanese back when my Great Grandpa was rockin' out. He was half. Never told a soul. The feeling ran with him his life up until before he died. He gave the news to my dad's sister. She gave it to him recently. I'm 1/16 Japanese. Everybody knew it. Everybody but me.
I'm excited still. I'll always be excited about that.
I'm not half eskimo anymore. But I'm just about half eskimo with a pinch of Japanese.
I've got a shitload to deal with.
I've gotta move out. I'm going to move out in August. If all goes as planned. Or at least as soon as I possibly can. Zac's a future roomate. And whoever of the Kidds who happens to be ready by the time we're ready. We need a big, shitty house to get drunk in and play loud music in and smoke the weed in. I'm really fucking ready.
I've gotta get a car. How the fuck am I going to get out of here without one. Work on school without one. Work, work without one.
Next point. I need a new job. Badly. Up in Portland.
I need the moola. For the Car. For the house. For school. I gotta get some sort of loan again, I think. Fuck I hate money.
I have a lot of artwork to work on for various things. A piece for a band called Courtesy of Depression. Look them up on Myspace. Flyers for my friends' band: the Burning Times. Look them up on Myspace. Artwork for Zac. For my sister. For whoever the eff else.
Too much shit.
And I'll be in Texas.
And ... jesus...
there's so much I want for this summer. How the fuck can I possibly get it all?
Well, get off the computer for one. Unless I'm writing up a resume. Or finding a job. Shit. I gotta get started on this shit.
Time for a Ciggy.
Hope the job search goes well my dear. xxxx