well kyle left his phone with me. things are what they are i guess. i dont know. things been wiggly and things been waggly. i dont have as much to say anymore. I am not sure why that is. I guess nothing new is happening and I’ve come to terms with whatever “problems” I think I have. And there’s no point in bitching really I guess. Or at least to the internet. Ill bitch at myself and to my friends and to my mom, but I’ve been trying to stop that for the most part. Things are just okay. Life doesn’t really suck.
My step mom said she pretends I’m a good kid and then talked about how she hears my brother playing with himself, but has never heard me, so I took that as a large compliment. She did say that I take anything that’s in front of me very quickly and kept telling me to sip instead of chug, but I can’t do that very easily. I’m trained to drink as fast as I can at this point. Grandma shirley gave me a few cigarettes. That was very kind of her. Life is great. Merry christmas to all and goodnight!
I am currenty sitting in a vehicle that Long Beach City College has provided for moderatley paced travel between it’s two campuses/campi. The song “I believe I can fly” was playing when I got on. Eddie’s girlfriend is in my english class. Today’s gunna get expensive.
I have been given a beach cruiser with an electric motor attached. The previous owner was diagnosed with being hit by a car. Now I have it. I have to fix some areas that have been afflicted with getting hit by a car. I also have to re-paint the entire thing, since it has been afflicted with a douchy red and black paint job. If I actually follow through on this I will have a fucking motorized bicycle and I will be zipping through lakewood at speeds up to 25 MPH on a baby blue beach cruiser covered in impressionist sunflowers. Watch out world.