August 10th, 2002 - "shnookems and meat"

i never got that shit..shnookems and meat..wasnt that a tv show back in the day or something? like snick style. i used to make sure i was home every saturday night to watch snick. snick was fucking off the hook for 11-12 year olds..and younger if your mommy let you stay up past nine on a saturday night. i hate people sometimes, i am so glad that i am leaving. i just dont wanna do the school part of it, thats gonna suck ass. my going away party is next weekend i think..unless it ends up being the weekend after that..which i hope it does not. anyway...i want everyone in attendance...erin, zoe, molly, russ, dj, the fleisch, renee and company, zach...for the entirety of the night! we are gonna get fucked and have some fun for the last time all together! oh man guys..the last time. i mean..who knows..next summer i could have an apartment somewhere in new hampshire and not come down aymore. or maybe i will just get so sick of driving back here..or maybe i will hate everyone down here and not wanna come back..doubt it tho. i still smell gas, its freaking me out. i think its making me sick. maybe i am just paranoid. i am getting my har cut today..long layers. never had those before. i went to jeni's work and her boss told me what i should do to my hair..so i am getting crazy work done to it later today. you know..yah word. uh..so casey is supposed to come over too and get her hair done..but mine will be like crazy reconstructive hair surgery. i want some ice cream..blakey was just eating some. no no no. i ate so much shit yesterday i dont deserve to eat anything else for the remainder of the weekend. tweth owes me money and never paid up. shitt. i wish i didnt quit smoking..but it was necessary i suppose..to benefit my health and all that mumbo jumbo. fuck that, it was to benefit my wallet. ahh yes..i hate people. i dont know why people get so shitty when i am just about to leave..is it that they dont care..that they never cared or they just dont get it? well wake the fuck up and get it. the doorbell is ringin..go get it. cat dog is on. i fucking hate cat dog. no one is talking to me..nap time. word...call the cellie or come to jeni's..no one loves me so that ain't gonna happen neither. adios muchachos.