I honestly don't have that much to say but really wanted to see that last journal go away. It always seems to go like that...I get all down and gloomy, write something that I press onto a captive audience and then feel all sappy I did it. Wow, not only do I do things that I really regret when I've been drinking but now I tend to do things in my haze of post-booze depression 
oh well.
They (the US Government or whoever is in charge of the elections...Haliburton perhaps) sent me my absentee ballot for voting in the mail and everything was in Spanish. Why the fuck would someone with the middle name Patrick sound like the kind of person that needs all the info in spanish?!?!?! I've have been becoming very disillusioned with school and politics and really giving a damn about anything lately...this was the last thing I needed to see when I knew my vote wouldn't make a shit of a difference anyway. Long story short, I ripped up my ballot and stuff up (which I now regret) and played guitar instead. Might as well create something that will bring some joy to someone. I'm so sick of people trying to make a difference and pretty much just getting kicked in the head for it
For a while I think I'm gonna stop pulling my hair out worrying about things beyond my control. No, no, no don't get me wrong. This isn't apathy...just me embracing the hopeless and utter insignificance of it all for a while. Is this how all those middle aged people become heartless conservative corpses?
Shit, I'm probally gonna regret that last paragraph in a day or two
Anyway, I guess the kids from Chico (Death Clan, Semi-Vegan Death Clan, Clam Chowder...I don't know what they go by these days.) aren't gonna come up tonight so I guess I need to be responsible and do some homework...and get a certain mixtape going.
Either my hair is getting too long and the oils from my bangs are getting into my eyes, or I need glasses...either way I don't like what is going down with my vision at the moment.
lovebilly-ISwearAllThisTragicDoomAndGloomWillPass-boy
oh well.
They (the US Government or whoever is in charge of the elections...Haliburton perhaps) sent me my absentee ballot for voting in the mail and everything was in Spanish. Why the fuck would someone with the middle name Patrick sound like the kind of person that needs all the info in spanish?!?!?! I've have been becoming very disillusioned with school and politics and really giving a damn about anything lately...this was the last thing I needed to see when I knew my vote wouldn't make a shit of a difference anyway. Long story short, I ripped up my ballot and stuff up (which I now regret) and played guitar instead. Might as well create something that will bring some joy to someone. I'm so sick of people trying to make a difference and pretty much just getting kicked in the head for it
For a while I think I'm gonna stop pulling my hair out worrying about things beyond my control. No, no, no don't get me wrong. This isn't apathy...just me embracing the hopeless and utter insignificance of it all for a while. Is this how all those middle aged people become heartless conservative corpses?
Shit, I'm probally gonna regret that last paragraph in a day or two
Anyway, I guess the kids from Chico (Death Clan, Semi-Vegan Death Clan, Clam Chowder...I don't know what they go by these days.) aren't gonna come up tonight so I guess I need to be responsible and do some homework...and get a certain mixtape going.
Either my hair is getting too long and the oils from my bangs are getting into my eyes, or I need glasses...either way I don't like what is going down with my vision at the moment.
lovebilly-ISwearAllThisTragicDoomAndGloomWillPass-boy
So is your crurrent crush a Chico girl? I wonder if I knew her (probably not).
If you're in town this weekend, you should see The Lovemakers on Friday or Saturday. That might cheer you up. And you can be the token Latino, too!