Inherit My Shoes...

Top Bands for May 2006 so far:
5. Moneen
4. Dead to Fall
3. Circle Takes the Square
2. Saves the Day
1. Alexisonfire

I start school on June 5. Pray for my non attendance and invisible issues.

So theoretically in ten years, it will take nearly 1.5 million dollars to retire. Not to mention the average college fund will cost in the neighborhood of $114,000. Thus brings me to my plan of hermit colonies along the Northeast coast. Lobster anyone?

I'd like one snowfall where no one is in a frantic rush to get anywhere. Where I can just sit in my house and watch the ground collect it all. Where I don't have to talk to anyone or be obligated to say anything. The kind of snowfall that makes everyone remember how small we are. I want to see everyone's chimney choking out smoke and their cars asleep in their garages. I want it to be so quiet you can swear you hear the flakes falling to the ground. Just perfect, untouched snow. Yea, that's what I want.
FACT: The top philanthropist of 2005 donated 404 million dollars.

Lately, I've really been enjoying the tollways. I've been to Lee's quite often the last couple weeks and I'll probably randomly show up in Valparaiso for no reason in the near future. So my band is having some issues which is really a reality check for me and I'm pretty sure I don't like it. My days right now seem to be reminding me that I'm lucky to have what I have. I'm just not sure how much longer it's going to last at this point. I want to go on vacation or something to get away from this town, or any other town I've been to even for a second for that matter. And surprisingly, I want to go to school. Yea, I know.
FACT: I'm not special or have any right to be indifferent to almost anyone. No one does.

Sweet, another year and a half down the drain.

Loving. Hating. Mourning. Fighting. Lying. Progressing. Growing. Trying. Succeeding. Contributing. Accomplishing. Rising. Falling. Attracting. Repelling. Conspiring. Believing. Sleeping. Singing. Sinking. Thinking. Crying. Living. Dying. Writhing. Despising. Questioning. Answering. Climbing. Trusting. Jumping. FLYING.

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I want this week to end. Everyday drags on. You think I'd like it because there is no more class (like I went anyways) but I don't. I hate it. John is coming home today so at least We can all have a slingshot party...or something like that.
FUCK FACTS.

When villains come barreling down on the world that can only be stopped with slingshots, Jeff and I will be here to save the day. In the mean time, we're college kids a little out of our element.
FACT: A shade can usually dictate the size of lightbulb you should use.

Nine days makes me sad.
FACT: It's illegal to run out of gas on the Autobaun.

So I can watch someone get their head chopped off or their insides eaten out, but I can't visit someone in the hospital dying of cancer.
FACT: Lame.

I went to Harper on my day off to drop my math class today but didn't because I don't want to be a quitter. I saw myself in line with all these deadbeat potheads and it wasn't where I wanted to be so I left the line and went home.
FACT: I'm either really smart or really stupid.
REAL FACT: An average of 40 million bats migrate in one night from their caves to feed up to 200 miles away.

Got my truck back and the tattoo laws are changing to 18. Sweet.
FACT: Cooper Sanz makes more money than me.

So on Tuesday I got into a car accident and totalled this guy's van. Yea he pulled out in front of me and I hit him and when the police came he blamed it on me. It was funny, the cop said 'Yea, this guy is definately getting a ticket.' Good because if he didn't I would have gotten one from beating his ass. Actually I probably would have been arrested.
FACT: I have no truck for two weeks while it gets repaired.

Well I decided to not delete my livejournal for various personal reasons. So now I'm cool again....
FACT: Monsterfest on AMC started on Sunday and everyone is going to watch it.

So I knew the new Boys Night Out was good, but today I listened to the cd in it's entirety and let me just say holy shit. That cd had the most impact on me that any cd has in a very long time. That's all for now I guess. No further questions.

My windshield wipers don't work when it rains.

It's Thursday. I'm going to write about my weekend though because I feel like it. What?
So On Friday I didn't go to my philosophy class because, um, I'm not sure actually. I was there in the parking lot and just decided not to go. So I went to my grandmother's house instead. I taught her how to use her cell phone which was amusing and she had to leave to go somewhere. So I slept on her couch for a while because that's just how I do. I then stopped at home for some supplies and proceeded to Indiana to pick up John. My directions blew out the window on some obscure expressway and I was just driving at that point. I eventually called my dad and he knew where I was because he always does. Creepy kind of. So yea, I got there and hung out with some old people before John got out of his class and then we went to his room got some stuff and left. John drove home because the drive there took eight years off my life but once we were home we sat at my house for a while and ate chicken salad sandwiches. We went to a Jacobs football game that night which was stupid because it was a Jacobs football game, obviously. But there were fun parts like Kim and I being ignored by kids pretending to have testosterone bouts as they stood in front of us. Then Colonial came next and I had never been there so I had to break my streak, son of a bitch. So yea, ate food, saw annoying pictures on the walls, saw two little girls devour ice cream in minutes the size of their heads and yea that's about it. On Saturday we had practice and then Mike and I found and old organ some gangster mexicans were throwing out so we took it. It doesn't work but it's cool. Rented some german movies and watched one at Mike's house which was a decent movie but no one else thought so and then on Sunday I worked, best part by the way. And that's all I got. I'm not sure who I am talking to or why I'm still typing. THE END.

Let's hear it for completely bullshitting papers. The funny thing is that it's a narrative about an event in my life...

Suddenly, nothing seems that bad. I've fallen into routine and I'm damn glad too. I get to see John this weekend so that's cool and nothing seems to be in my way right now. I found my old DMX from seventh grade and listened to it. It did more than I thought it could. I just remembered sitting at lunch tables with John and our cd players listening to Limp Bizkit or some shit. It's funny that none of that ever mattered but it was the world.