The Obscure

I am in GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREAT Spirits right now! Huzah!! I don't know what happened precisely but I tell you I feel like I could go for a jog or dance a jig or some other crazy display of idiocy that would go to illustrate the incredible excitement and pure JOY that I am feeling right now.

I think I'm secretly an alcoholic. I mean, I don't drink. But the other night I was sitting here and I thought, "Man, If I had some alcohol, I think I'd be drinking it right now." I'm the kind of guy who will try to find the answers to his problems in whatever it is he is doing, be it drinking, screwing, or popping massive amounts of ritalin directly into his veins. I can't even tell you how many times I've done that last one. Another thing I've decided is that if I ever DO become an alcholic, I'm gonna pull a Matt Scudder and conceal it by drinking bourbon in my morning coffee, that way I can get the maximum drinkage with the minimum find-out-a-tage. Matt Scudder was so badass, speaking of which, everone look up "Lawrence Block" he is the only mystery writer I have enjoyed reading, his mysteries are incredible.

I think I want to be a historian, or an anthropologist, or some other kind of social scientist like that, as long as I'm not one who has to try to "make a difference". See the way I see it, being a historian would give me massive amounts of things to write about, and I do love to write, and also Learning that stuff would be fun, not stupid repitition like Math or Science or Shrubbery Design. I took a Shrubbery Design course once, man that stuff is WAY harder than edward scissorhands would have you believe. DAMN YOU TIM BURTON! DAMN YOOOOOOOOOU!!!

I did my history homework today, also I did my math work, and stuff. AGH DAMMIT! I came home early today cause I had a massive headache, and I was supposed to retake a history quiz about world war one because I missed some classes. CRAAAAAAAAAP! Ah well, the teacher likes me, maybe she'll let me do it on monday. Or maybe she won't like me anymore because of this, and she'll hit me with the infamous yardstick of trepadition.

It feels like thursday to me, it uber-don't feel like friday. I was gonna work for PT today but apparently everyone quit early so I didn't get to, I need money so bad so that was kind of a bummer. Luckily I've been recruited to do wiring with tim, like I said before, so I've still got this sunday and maybe another sunday and fridays still, Maybe I'll be able to pay my mom back and get some of my OWN cash besides. I still have a job lined up with the chinese food place that's going in where the old dry cleaners was, if they ever actually do call me back. It sounded like they really would when they talked to me though, so I dunno.

I am in love with poverty. Seriously, I want to be poor when I grow up, just for my kid's youth. I mean we weren't necessarily like, no food in homeless shelter poor, like some people, I have a tremendous sympathy for those people, but my dad had to work alot before he became a nurse and he made much less than he does now. We used to use a woodstove for heat and stuff, I mean, we just weren't Well-Off, is all. Now that sounds stupid to like that, but think about it, when you aren't a rich kid, you have to make your own fun! Weeeeeee! I have a lot of fun memories to look back on, especially when Teresa was very little and Maria lived here with us. That was so much fun, I just remember little teresa running around with her big poof of hair bobbing along, with her wearing her onesie and giggling, and all of us taking turns trying to beat Donkey Kong Country in a day. Damn, I want a baby, NOW.
I know what you are all thinking, "Jeez, John is so irresponsible he doesn't remember to change his pants, he wants kids?!" well FIE ON YOU! I love kids, in fact, since I don't really babysit anyone and teresa lives so far away, I've been hanging out with this 18 year old autistic kid at my school, He is 18, he looks maybe twelve. I've found myself looking forward to hanging out with him too, the same way I do with teresa. I guess that might be a belittling thing to say about a mentally handicapped person, but it's true. He IS like a little kid. You know how little kids get like obsessed with things? Power Rangers and stuff? He loves Nascar. His favorite driver is Jeff Gordon, apparently my favorite driver (which was kind of forced on me) is Matt Kenseth. It's so strange though, he can barely talk intelligibly, but at the drop of a hat he can Name EVERY SINGLE Nascar driver to drive in the past ten years, what their numbers were, and what kinds of cars they drove (Including their sponsors!!) it's amazing, it's only topped by his ability to spell words in sign language, when it takes him ten minutes to write his name.

What was I talking about? How did I get to talking about David? Bah, it don't matter, I am still feelin' FINE. BOOOOYEAH!

You guys all suck, shlayda! (Shlayda= See You Later)