>L7 - Shove

My mom is such a controlling, sugar-coated loser. She is so…touchy fucking feely I could puke. She’s always going “I feel like I want to tell you…blah blah blah” or “I think you should come into the living room so we can talk.” Just fucking say what you want to you stupid whore, and don’t waste my time with your incessant bubbling oral defecation. She’s “worried” about this and “concerned” about that. If she’s so fucking concerned with whether I’m going to graduate, she should get off her fat, lazy motherfucking ass and ask my teacher what’s going on when she gets off work (which is really fucking lame because she works at my school).

>Marilyn Manson - The Golden Age Of Grotesque

Today was kind of crappy. My mom stayed home because of her arm. I woke up, and checked my e-mail. Trish and Christine had sent me all these e-mails and e-cards. I got ready, and went to school. Kevin was being his usual annoying self. I’m glad he didn’t talk to me, but he was gnawing my history teacher Mike’s ears off about this completely stupid book. Can you say: ERSATZ-INTELLECTUAL? More like faux-intellectual. His bullshit just makes me want to projectile vomit sixteen square tons of smelly pus-laden puke all over him and the whole world. I pity him. It must be hard to be so profoundly stupid. Anyway, Mike talked with me about chapters 10 and 11. I listened to his boring jabber for an hour, but he seemed satisfied I knew what I was talking about. If only he knew how little I fucking cared. It was sunny, my mom and I washed the car. I was (and still am) hella-tired. My mom is in the other room packing and listening to The Matrix. I want to watch it too, but I am too tired. It’s internet for me until I go to bed. I IMed Mindy today, she’s “bored” and thinks that her fiancee’s roomates don’t like her. If she didn’t want to go, she shouldn’t have left. I have to finish my senior project this week, but I don’t want to. My e-friend Matt (inkdude) told me about this one strange site, he thinks it would be interesting to crack the code and see. We were talking about Absinthe and drugs, so it might be interesting. I might be bored enough to try to crack the password later tonight, but I doubt it.

>Bjork - All Is Full Of Love

I’m supposed to have graduated today, but thanks to my eccentric (replace eccentric with deafening sounds of wrenching metal, sparks, and explosions) history teacher, it’ll take until the end of the week. I can’t wait until graduation, I could sell tickets. My dad, my grandma (on my dad’s side) and my mom are all going to be there. Now remember, my mother is not sane, and hates both my dad and the Antichrist (my grandma, as my cousin and I call her). MOUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, just had to get the evil laughter out of my system. I’m getting a repetitive strain injury in my right wrist because of my shitty computer desk and the position the mouse is in. It’s actually gone numb four times in the last few days. My back has been hurting too, my mom is making an appointment with the chiropractor guy. I read some of Trisha’s diary today, it was a bit esoteric and hard to navigate, so I bookmarked it and moved on. I e-mailed Kelly (my cousin) today, she seems to be in good spirits lately. Whether it’s from the release of Marilyn Manson’s new CD or less rough waters with her boyfriend, I have yet to acertain. Probably a little bit of both. I wrote Stephanie an e-mail yesterday asking for my bondage belt back. I am going to be mad if she doesn’t reply. But it serves me right for trusting that loser. Ashley called today, it’s the same old shit about Erin. If you ask me, they’re both certifiable. Crazy, crazier, craziest. Who’s to say? She should keep him company in the loony bin.