> Goo Goo Dolls - Black Balloon

I can’t believe this, my mom’s friend Debbie sent her son Jonathan (my childhood friend until I moved in like 1998) to a “survival school” (she had him taken, with no prior knowledge, at four in the morning by some people to this school). I wouldn’t be surprised if he killed her when he got back. How could Debbie ever have claimed that she loved him? I am sickened to the pit of my soul at this. Debbie reminds me of my mom, only stupider (if that’s even possible). She was trying to explain to me (with no computer terminology, not even the words “desktop” or “start menu”) that if you right-clicked on the desktop, a menu would come up, and that was the most amazing thing ever. Imagine hearing (in a tone of limitless wonder) “a box comes up when you click on nothing, did you know that?”. For the record, it’s the right button that brings up the options menu on the desktop, douchebag. I can completely understand Jonathan’s plight, because his mom would get into fights with him about computer-related stuff, and my mom would always be the ‘voice of technology’ on the phone, like she knows FUCKING ANYTHING???????????????? SHIT!!! I fucking can’t stand the both of them. They don’t know love, only stupidity. I just…how could she feel nothing for her son? I guess that’s what stupidity does. It makes people fucking cold.

> Rammstein - Ich Will
>Weird Al Yankovic - Jerry Springer
>Madonna - True Blue

I got back yesterday from our voyage to Wildwood, it was cool, the first day we went to the beach, it was quite sunny. I got to make futile attempts at body-surfing all day, but it was cool, this one surfer dude was making futile attempts at surfing, and like, he was hot, so it was all good. There were few hotties at the beach but when we got back, I dug Atlas Shrugged out of my overpacked suitcase and retired to the balcony overlooking the condo’s pool and discovered the hella-hot pool guy. I got through over two hundred pages sitting there pretending I was reading. Anyway, we went down and checked out the boardwalk after dinner, and I rode this kinda lame roller coaster. It’s one of the ones that your feet hang down, and it was only like 200 feet high. But yea. On the way home, the FAT NAZI PIGS known in this country as the “police” made me take my watch off. Fuck them. They’re the adult-world equivalent of the small-minded high school administrators. They’re even more small-minded, since they police adults and treat them like children. But, I digress. The next day, we stayed in all day and then went to see a movie at the boardwalk movie theater. When it got out, everybody was gone, it had rained while we were inside. It was really weird seeing the boardwalk deserted like that. The next day, my cousin had this pain and she had to go to the hospital, so we didn’t go home that day, we ended up staying for like a few more days. I found this cool music store at the northern end of the boardwalk, and got a Vapor Transmission-era Orgy poster, a Mechanical Animals-era Marilyn Manson T-shirt and Poster, a No Doubt poster, and a Matrix Reloaded poster. I love the Orgy poster, I almost fell off…well not a chair because I was standing, but it was hella sweet…I love Orgy. The whole band is so hot, *drools*. Anyway, we went home like, yesterday or something on the bus. It took four hours, but it was all good, I got to see the Port Authority again when we changed busses. God, this is what my life has been reduced to, my visits to NY are at the Port Authority. *shudders* Well, we got home and I unpacked, all my stuff was there, my Battlestar Galactica and Star Wars IV lunchboxes, and my DVDs (Crash, Nadja, Dark City, The Doom Generation). I got another $100 from my cousin, but she said that I was to use it for colllege. Anotherwords, cash it and don’t let my mom see me spend it. I found out that the frickin computer actually doesn’t play DVDs, for some reason I thought the package we got was supposed to have one. Well, I bought a DVD player and a bunch of books, and two DVDs on the internet today, the DVD player should get here within 10 days, but the rest, I’ll be lucky if it comes before I leave. God, I’m going to need another suitcase. Anyway, I can’t wait for the DVD player, I’ll get to watch The Doom Generation from start to finish, I’ve only seen the middle to the end, and watch Crash from the beginning, I missed the first ten minutes. Anyway, I’ll be really happy when my stuff comes, and I love my Battlestar Galactica lunchbox, so I’m feeling the best kind of happiness…a kind that is distinctly American…happiness from THINGS. Eh, dumb-ass Jon can do it, why can’t I? Lol, hasta.