I'm just in the middle of one of those days where I'm pissed the fuck off. I have to write about because if I don't do something I'm going to go insane. No point in bitching to my roomies, like they give a shit and I sure as hell don't mean to seem pathetic to people that I personally know, but hell, seeming pathetic to random bystanders who stumble on my blog, I couldn't give a shit. Not like anyone fucking views this thing.
I have done, NOTHING, all fucking weekend. Last weekend, I did the same. And at this point it's getting really fucking old. I have so much freedom now that I'm single and what do I even do with it? Sit here, maybe clean my car? I don't get it. I can't think of anything TO do. I have this opportunity to go out and meet someone new, but I can't. I don't even know where to start. Trying to talk to people online is pointless after EVERY fucking email turns into I write a message, one in ten I get a response, then I reply, AND THEN FUCKING NOTHING. Chaffs me is all. I don't have the luxury to go driving around town. I don't have some sort of super hangout that I go to after work. Where would I go anyways? Can't go to the bars till over another month, and beyond that what is there? Go to clubs that I can't dance at, wander around stores that I can't afford to buy anything in, sit around wondering WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING? Yea that's it, I think I'll sit around and contemplate doing something off in ideally world which is a thousand miles past FantasyLand after making a left on PoorChoice road.
I want some kind of escape from this boredom, this unproductiveness, this lonely I fucking hate missing anyone attitude that I have. I don't need to be in a relationship to be happy, but for fucks sake a little bit of support from somewhere other than the little demon in the back of my head would be FUCKING awesome. And in case you happen to check this sometime Anita this is not me missing you, I can't, and I don't, I am just pissed that... maybe I'm not as great as I had hoped. And maybe I'm not worth someone elses attention because I'm not getting it. It's not like anyone ever stops me and says, "oh hey, you look like a proud honest type, I'd like to know more about you" NO, it doesn't fucking happen. What happens is I come off like a needy fucking dog. I'm fucking pissed, why am "I" so bent out of shape on it all? I don't clearly for sure know, there's just this pot stew mixture of emotions and all of them seem to be at the boiling point.
Fuck this, fuck everyone else, fuck them all, and fuck you.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Monday, July 31, 2006
I'm a horrible fucking person
Yesterday I possibly made the biggest mistake of my life, or at the very least made myself to the lowest I've ever been.
I broke up with Anita, and I feel like shit. Here I am at work, completely out of focus from the day and all I can think about is how disgustingly selfish of a human being I am.
I made myself out to believe I was right in my thoughts, we had been fighting every week and everytime ended in her getting mad and crying. I thought it's not worth the stress, I can't take anymore of it. I felt that we had become complete opposites in personality, I'm open minded, a bit of an asshole and hard to find something that I won't try. She's humble with not trying things she doesn't know, kind and caring. It felt like we just couldn't agree on anything, not in simple conversation or what to do or where to go.
I would think couples should go do things together because they both want to be there together, not because one is going just because he/she doesn't want to start an argument. That's how I felt, I felt like everywhere I took her she only went because I wanted her to come with me, not because she was happy to be along and participate.
The thing is, even with all the things I thought wrong I still care about her. I mean it's hard not to, especially when she geniunely cared for me, and with as much of an asshole I can be at times I never, EVER like to see people I care about cry because of me. It hurts me, a lot, to know that I'm the reason, it's my fault.
I hoped she would be mad at me, get angry yell at my face and tell me off, I could have left and it would have been over. But she cried, I didn't know what to do, I felt like the most pathetic piece of shit, because of me I hurt someone who cared for me, and I don't know why anymore....
I broke up with Anita, and I feel like shit. Here I am at work, completely out of focus from the day and all I can think about is how disgustingly selfish of a human being I am.
I made myself out to believe I was right in my thoughts, we had been fighting every week and everytime ended in her getting mad and crying. I thought it's not worth the stress, I can't take anymore of it. I felt that we had become complete opposites in personality, I'm open minded, a bit of an asshole and hard to find something that I won't try. She's humble with not trying things she doesn't know, kind and caring. It felt like we just couldn't agree on anything, not in simple conversation or what to do or where to go.
I would think couples should go do things together because they both want to be there together, not because one is going just because he/she doesn't want to start an argument. That's how I felt, I felt like everywhere I took her she only went because I wanted her to come with me, not because she was happy to be along and participate.
The thing is, even with all the things I thought wrong I still care about her. I mean it's hard not to, especially when she geniunely cared for me, and with as much of an asshole I can be at times I never, EVER like to see people I care about cry because of me. It hurts me, a lot, to know that I'm the reason, it's my fault.
I hoped she would be mad at me, get angry yell at my face and tell me off, I could have left and it would have been over. But she cried, I didn't know what to do, I felt like the most pathetic piece of shit, because of me I hurt someone who cared for me, and I don't know why anymore....
Saturday, November 26, 2005
It's One thing I never Stop Thinking About
I can't seem to go through a whole day without ever thinking if I did good at something. My life seems to be perpetually revolving selfishly around recieving praise for jobs well done. But I don't want the "hey good work there" crap, I solidly want recognition for doing the best, but I constantly feel as if I'm never good at anything.
Everyday I ask myself "what am I good at?" and I just don't know, I don't know what I do good at. I used to know, I used to want to make games all my life because I was so good at video games and drawing. Then I realized I suck at most games and there are millions of better artists than me. So I thought I'd try to become a production worker in a graphics shop, but even then I'm just a second rate employee on a thin string of a paycheck. I'm not great at what I do, hell I'm not even good, I'm mediocre, I'm "knows how to do it" but not "know's what he's doing". I don't make decisions for myself unless I get someone else I know's approval first or suggestions.
I keep feeling like, I just can't do anything, I can't find what I'm good at, and I can't find what I enjoy to do. I just feel like shit 24/7 because I can't be the greatest or the favorite, I can't do anything good so I feel as if I constantly try to degrade the integrity of everything else I see that I compare to.
I don't know where I'm going with this, but this pain I feel, this worthlessness reminds me of the hole I felt in my chest when I was lonely before meeting Anita. I don't know why it has come back to haunt me, it's not love that I lack I just feel that I lack "life". I'm just... useless....
I look for approvals and suggestions as to what I should do to fill this gap in me but ironically it's because of that that I can't seem to take confidence in myself and what I do. I guess I really am just a drain on everyone.
Everyday I ask myself "what am I good at?" and I just don't know, I don't know what I do good at. I used to know, I used to want to make games all my life because I was so good at video games and drawing. Then I realized I suck at most games and there are millions of better artists than me. So I thought I'd try to become a production worker in a graphics shop, but even then I'm just a second rate employee on a thin string of a paycheck. I'm not great at what I do, hell I'm not even good, I'm mediocre, I'm "knows how to do it" but not "know's what he's doing". I don't make decisions for myself unless I get someone else I know's approval first or suggestions.
I keep feeling like, I just can't do anything, I can't find what I'm good at, and I can't find what I enjoy to do. I just feel like shit 24/7 because I can't be the greatest or the favorite, I can't do anything good so I feel as if I constantly try to degrade the integrity of everything else I see that I compare to.
I don't know where I'm going with this, but this pain I feel, this worthlessness reminds me of the hole I felt in my chest when I was lonely before meeting Anita. I don't know why it has come back to haunt me, it's not love that I lack I just feel that I lack "life". I'm just... useless....
I look for approvals and suggestions as to what I should do to fill this gap in me but ironically it's because of that that I can't seem to take confidence in myself and what I do. I guess I really am just a drain on everyone.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Feeling Better, yes, But here some Tests HOORAY
Ya, I'm back, I'm a little less emo as of the moment... Well at least till I return to work on monday. I fear I may have caused a problem and at the same time I don't think it will be a big deal, maybe..... I was supposed to leave with my work on saturday to go to a sign expo at 6 am in the morning. But I had gotten home so late from school on Friday that I totally slept right past the clock and jumped out of bed at 6:15 and ran to my car. I didn't make it there till 6:30 and by that time they had already left. Oh well, my Boss said it wasn't required that I come but he did go and make us all up an embroidered shirt so we could advertise as we walked around....
Anyways I took some online tests, the humor test is dead on reflects my sense of humor, and the Nazi test, well I guess that's true too, but I don't know, I think other people would have to decide if that's true of me or not....
Anyways I took some online tests, the humor test is dead on reflects my sense of humor, and the Nazi test, well I guess that's true too, but I don't know, I think other people would have to decide if that's true of me or not....
| the Idiot Savant |
| VULGAR | SPONTANEOUS | LIGHT You like things silly, immediate, and, above all, outrageous. Ixne on the subtle word play, more testicles on fire, please. People like you are the most likely to RECEIVE internet forwards--and also the most likely to save them in a special folder entitled 'HOLY SHIT'. Because it's so easily appreciated, and often a little physical, your sense of humor never ceases to amuse your friends. But most realize that there's a sly intelligence and a knowing wink to your tastes. Your sense of humor could be called 'anti-pretentious'--but ironically, that definitely indicates you're smarter than most. PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Johnny Knoxville - Jimmy Kimmel |
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid |
| The SS Officer Achtung! You are 46% brainwashworthy, 50% antitolerant, and 19% blindly patriotic |
| Opportunistic, self-centered and attracted to powerful leadership, you are the SS Officer. Had you lived in Germany in the 30's and 40's, you would've been a stain on crust of the Earth, a beast. You would've terrorized all who opposed you: not for Germany itself, but for your beloved Nazi party. Sadly, you exceeded reasonable levels on 2 out of 3 indicators on my test. Auf vedersehen! Conclusion: you are the creme of the Hitler Youth. |
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Would You Have Been a Nazi Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid |
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
What Am I Good At??
For fucks sake, I don't even know what I'm good at anymore. I don't know what makes people remember me for. I don't know what to do to for people to think of me. What do I do that makes ANYONE who reads this continue reading? Why? WHY do I care what you think? I just want to know what people think of me, I want to know why people consider me their friends or enemies. I just care to know.
I want you Notice Me
I want everyone to take a moment and just read what I have to say. I want everyone to sympathize with me. I want you all to say I'm great at something, I don't care what anymore.
I feel as if I'm living on bare bottom nothing and accomplishing nothing. Day after Day I go along, I want to be the best at things so people will look to me and say "He's the best" at anything. But everyday I'm simply critiqued, I make errors, I fail at accomplishing what I set out to do. I make goals for myself just to ignore them. And the thing is, I care about it all. I care what is said to me, I care if people call my work shoddy, I care if I don't dress perfectly, I care if you don't like me, I care if my artwork isn't the best, I care if you think my poetry is lame and egocentric. I really do, I even fucking care if people on a god damn internet message board don't remember my name. Because it all means one thing, I'm not the best.
And I just want to not care anymore. I want take everything in stride, but I can't. I can't just forgo doing college work correctly, or just put no thought into how well I work, or just drive endlessly to get away from it all. Even if I wanted to quit school or quit working or quit anything all I would have done is prove to myself that I can't be the best, and I care. I care so much that when I do something if it's not perfect to everyone then it's horrible to me. I want to show off everything I do just to hear that I'm doing good.
I'm sick of it, I'm sick of living up the standards I want people to judge me by. I just want to live without being responsible for everything that I do. When things go wrong I want it to be someone else fault, and when things go good I want to be mentioned.
I've, had this feeling for a while now about just falling. I don't know how to word it really but this feeling in my head of me endlessly falling through the air completely relaxed without a care in the world. I want to be that me I see in my head. I want to just fall from wherever and just let all my cares and stress sit on balcony edge away from me.
I feel as if I'm living on bare bottom nothing and accomplishing nothing. Day after Day I go along, I want to be the best at things so people will look to me and say "He's the best" at anything. But everyday I'm simply critiqued, I make errors, I fail at accomplishing what I set out to do. I make goals for myself just to ignore them. And the thing is, I care about it all. I care what is said to me, I care if people call my work shoddy, I care if I don't dress perfectly, I care if you don't like me, I care if my artwork isn't the best, I care if you think my poetry is lame and egocentric. I really do, I even fucking care if people on a god damn internet message board don't remember my name. Because it all means one thing, I'm not the best.
And I just want to not care anymore. I want take everything in stride, but I can't. I can't just forgo doing college work correctly, or just put no thought into how well I work, or just drive endlessly to get away from it all. Even if I wanted to quit school or quit working or quit anything all I would have done is prove to myself that I can't be the best, and I care. I care so much that when I do something if it's not perfect to everyone then it's horrible to me. I want to show off everything I do just to hear that I'm doing good.
I'm sick of it, I'm sick of living up the standards I want people to judge me by. I just want to live without being responsible for everything that I do. When things go wrong I want it to be someone else fault, and when things go good I want to be mentioned.
I've, had this feeling for a while now about just falling. I don't know how to word it really but this feeling in my head of me endlessly falling through the air completely relaxed without a care in the world. I want to be that me I see in my head. I want to just fall from wherever and just let all my cares and stress sit on balcony edge away from me.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Car Accidents and Family Problems
I said I'd get around to retelling my car accident didn't I? Ok so it happend like a month ago but I've been busy. Or rather I've been lazy.
It was late sunday night/early monday morning at 1 am just 2 weeks after the beginning of my second semester of college. I was driving back from my girlfriends house late at night because I didn't want to leave and she didn't want me to leave, so I just ended up leaving really late at night. When I actually did get around to leaving I was surprisingly not very sleepy, actually if anything I was restless and antsy about the homework I had not yet completed and about my new job at Underground Graphics.
Another new thing was just two days earlier I had my tired rotated after my step father gave my car a once over when the air filter clogged up. He told me my tires needed to be rotated and thusly we did so. However on that night it proved to be more of a bad thing. That night on the 14 Freeway just before San Fernando I was driving behind "one" car on the whole freeway, and when I say behind I mean about 10-15 car lengths away, there was A lot of space on the road, I mean it "was" 1am. I'm driving along casually at about 70-80mph when I notice the car in front of me start to slow down, and so "I" slow down rather than just blowing around him like I usually do but because of my recent air filter problems I didn't want to risk a break down again. Then I start to notice this person infront of me is "really" slowing down, a lot, like "holy crap" slowing down, so I pressed a little harder on my own brakes. The problem with that was that since my tires had just been rotated the amount of road my front tires (which are my brakeing tires) could grab a lot more road than usual which caused my tires to just lock up and sent me out of control sliding. I slid a good distance across another lane and into the mountain side, where my, from my recollection, my car turned around in a 180 and then continued skidding till I hit two big boulders in the road (this part I can assume I hit them after seeing them on the road side when I walked out of the accident) which caused my car to flip entirely. I then slid on the roof of my car for about another 40 feet (again, I only remember that for sure because it's about 40 feet from those boulders to where my car stopped).
I don't know how long I was in the car for, it might have gotten out like right after I came to a stop, or I might have been knocked out for awhile and not know it. What I do know is that the next thing I remember is trying to get my seatbelt off upside down and cursing at it, then crawling out of my passenger side window (which I don't know how I fit out of without cutting my arms to shreds from all the glass considering I was wearing a short sleeve shirt). I can't say I know what happened after that either, I think I walked out to try to flag someone over to help me out, but I don't remember anyone actually pulling over, but when I turned around there were two cars pulled over and one of them was already on the phone calling for help and the other informed me that there was blood dripping down my face and handed me some tissues papers.
Now I don't know what transpired after that really, suffice to say a cop came down assessed that I wasn't drunk and all that fun stuff and let me make a call after donning some gloves to my family. I couldn't get ahold of my own family, so I called my girlfriend's house, got an answer and like that they were on their way to pick me up without even thinking twice. I still thank them for that. The Tow Truck took me and my car to a towing yard just off San Fernando, and somehow Anita made it to the towing yard at exactly the same time we did even though her house was like 10 times further away. She ran out to hold me and I was just glad to see someone I knew, apparently she was really worried about me since I was still bleeding and there was blood all over my shirt. I don't even remember the car ride back to her house... I remember"ish" getting to her house and being told to take a shower to see if I couldn't try and get the blood out of my hair and off my face. Then I recall falling asleep in Anita's bed.
Morning afterwards my family was already there at least I think they were.... I remember them being there, but I don't remember if they were there before I woke up or not... Leastways I went back home with a pounding headache and black eye that had developed over the night from where my glasses' frame had hit my eye.
Now on to current events or at least 5 day old events.... Anita's family is now really really "unhappy" with me... You see apparently Anita's plumbing system doesn't work as well as it should and some "evidence" came back up from. I was there with Anita after college on Thursday where we watched the rest of "Colorful" and maybe had some ninja stealth action stuff going on a bit before I left. Well when I went to the bathroom to flush away the condom and wrapper as I had done before apparently it didn't disappear for good. And after I left it had surfaced once again and Anita's mother saw it... which ensued that Anita was yelled at for hours all night and eventually it led to me being forbidden from stepping into that household ever again.
Now I love Anita too much to just let her family come between us, so I organized a planned kidnapping Sunday so she could come out to Palmdale so we could spend a day together like we had previously planned before all of that. I was hoping to just pick her up like at Jack-in-th-Box or something, not right from her house, but she told her parents where she was going and they told her to tell me to just pick her up from the house, which means they want to talk to me. Which is fine, I wanted to talk to, just I wanted to give them some cool off period ya know, or more time than that at least.
I didn't actually walk in the house though, in fact I didn't even cross the gates of her house, her father spoke to me from inside the gates and I preferred to have that hurdle of gate there incase I needed to run or something from his 22 year old son. But surprisingly to me, and maybe it was just me, he seemed more pissed off at the fact that we had sex in the house rather than the fact that we had sex period. Maybe it's better that way? or maybe I should just heed the fact that he explictly said he wanted to beat my ass?...
Either way things look ok for right now... except my college finals are due tomorrow... and this post in a way is a part of them, a part of the journal aspect at least.... course I have 3 OTHER essays to write beyond this.... so I'm going to go get on those right now....
It was late sunday night/early monday morning at 1 am just 2 weeks after the beginning of my second semester of college. I was driving back from my girlfriends house late at night because I didn't want to leave and she didn't want me to leave, so I just ended up leaving really late at night. When I actually did get around to leaving I was surprisingly not very sleepy, actually if anything I was restless and antsy about the homework I had not yet completed and about my new job at Underground Graphics.
Another new thing was just two days earlier I had my tired rotated after my step father gave my car a once over when the air filter clogged up. He told me my tires needed to be rotated and thusly we did so. However on that night it proved to be more of a bad thing. That night on the 14 Freeway just before San Fernando I was driving behind "one" car on the whole freeway, and when I say behind I mean about 10-15 car lengths away, there was A lot of space on the road, I mean it "was" 1am. I'm driving along casually at about 70-80mph when I notice the car in front of me start to slow down, and so "I" slow down rather than just blowing around him like I usually do but because of my recent air filter problems I didn't want to risk a break down again. Then I start to notice this person infront of me is "really" slowing down, a lot, like "holy crap" slowing down, so I pressed a little harder on my own brakes. The problem with that was that since my tires had just been rotated the amount of road my front tires (which are my brakeing tires) could grab a lot more road than usual which caused my tires to just lock up and sent me out of control sliding. I slid a good distance across another lane and into the mountain side, where my, from my recollection, my car turned around in a 180 and then continued skidding till I hit two big boulders in the road (this part I can assume I hit them after seeing them on the road side when I walked out of the accident) which caused my car to flip entirely. I then slid on the roof of my car for about another 40 feet (again, I only remember that for sure because it's about 40 feet from those boulders to where my car stopped).
I don't know how long I was in the car for, it might have gotten out like right after I came to a stop, or I might have been knocked out for awhile and not know it. What I do know is that the next thing I remember is trying to get my seatbelt off upside down and cursing at it, then crawling out of my passenger side window (which I don't know how I fit out of without cutting my arms to shreds from all the glass considering I was wearing a short sleeve shirt). I can't say I know what happened after that either, I think I walked out to try to flag someone over to help me out, but I don't remember anyone actually pulling over, but when I turned around there were two cars pulled over and one of them was already on the phone calling for help and the other informed me that there was blood dripping down my face and handed me some tissues papers.
Now I don't know what transpired after that really, suffice to say a cop came down assessed that I wasn't drunk and all that fun stuff and let me make a call after donning some gloves to my family. I couldn't get ahold of my own family, so I called my girlfriend's house, got an answer and like that they were on their way to pick me up without even thinking twice. I still thank them for that. The Tow Truck took me and my car to a towing yard just off San Fernando, and somehow Anita made it to the towing yard at exactly the same time we did even though her house was like 10 times further away. She ran out to hold me and I was just glad to see someone I knew, apparently she was really worried about me since I was still bleeding and there was blood all over my shirt. I don't even remember the car ride back to her house... I remember"ish" getting to her house and being told to take a shower to see if I couldn't try and get the blood out of my hair and off my face. Then I recall falling asleep in Anita's bed.
Morning afterwards my family was already there at least I think they were.... I remember them being there, but I don't remember if they were there before I woke up or not... Leastways I went back home with a pounding headache and black eye that had developed over the night from where my glasses' frame had hit my eye.
Now on to current events or at least 5 day old events.... Anita's family is now really really "unhappy" with me... You see apparently Anita's plumbing system doesn't work as well as it should and some "evidence" came back up from. I was there with Anita after college on Thursday where we watched the rest of "Colorful" and maybe had some ninja stealth action stuff going on a bit before I left. Well when I went to the bathroom to flush away the condom and wrapper as I had done before apparently it didn't disappear for good. And after I left it had surfaced once again and Anita's mother saw it... which ensued that Anita was yelled at for hours all night and eventually it led to me being forbidden from stepping into that household ever again.
Now I love Anita too much to just let her family come between us, so I organized a planned kidnapping Sunday so she could come out to Palmdale so we could spend a day together like we had previously planned before all of that. I was hoping to just pick her up like at Jack-in-th-Box or something, not right from her house, but she told her parents where she was going and they told her to tell me to just pick her up from the house, which means they want to talk to me. Which is fine, I wanted to talk to, just I wanted to give them some cool off period ya know, or more time than that at least.
I didn't actually walk in the house though, in fact I didn't even cross the gates of her house, her father spoke to me from inside the gates and I preferred to have that hurdle of gate there incase I needed to run or something from his 22 year old son. But surprisingly to me, and maybe it was just me, he seemed more pissed off at the fact that we had sex in the house rather than the fact that we had sex period. Maybe it's better that way? or maybe I should just heed the fact that he explictly said he wanted to beat my ass?...
Either way things look ok for right now... except my college finals are due tomorrow... and this post in a way is a part of them, a part of the journal aspect at least.... course I have 3 OTHER essays to write beyond this.... so I'm going to go get on those right now....
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Speeding, God Damn....
"Do you know how fast you were going?"
The speed of traffic? about 60? 65?
"eh, 77 miles per hour actually, do you know what the speed limit here is?"
I have no godly idea, isn't somthing like 65 or something?
"No actually it's 55"
*well god damn, there were two cars in front of me going the same speed asshole, why didn't you pull them over?*
Fucking cops. This was actually about 4 days ago...
Two cars infront of me, one behind me, all 4 of us in a little train section of cars all going the same speed down the road. I notice the car infront me start slowing down, and so I slow down, I thought he was making a turn or something. Then I notice the cop and realize "oh cop, that makes sense I guess". So two cars in front of me both drive by said cop and as soon as I drive by he pulls out behind me, doesn't pull me over right away, just pulls out behind me. We drive about 200 feet and THEN he pulls me over for speeding. WTF?
Okay in all truth I "wasn't" watching the gauge, I was strictly judging my speed as being the right speed by driving the speed of the two cars infront of me, my bad entirely. But why the hell was I pulled over and not them before me?
Anyways for today's news, I made shirts.. really fucking cool shirts. So cool in fact I printed up an extra one just to keep for myself, because I wanted one. Other than that nothing much has been happening. I bought my girlfriend a stuffed Menchi doll and what nots. We're still together and all that jazz so nothing new really to report on that front, except I love her ^____^
anyways... out of shit to write about... schway
The speed of traffic? about 60? 65?
"eh, 77 miles per hour actually, do you know what the speed limit here is?"
I have no godly idea, isn't somthing like 65 or something?
"No actually it's 55"
*well god damn, there were two cars in front of me going the same speed asshole, why didn't you pull them over?*
Fucking cops. This was actually about 4 days ago...
Two cars infront of me, one behind me, all 4 of us in a little train section of cars all going the same speed down the road. I notice the car infront me start slowing down, and so I slow down, I thought he was making a turn or something. Then I notice the cop and realize "oh cop, that makes sense I guess". So two cars in front of me both drive by said cop and as soon as I drive by he pulls out behind me, doesn't pull me over right away, just pulls out behind me. We drive about 200 feet and THEN he pulls me over for speeding. WTF?
Okay in all truth I "wasn't" watching the gauge, I was strictly judging my speed as being the right speed by driving the speed of the two cars infront of me, my bad entirely. But why the hell was I pulled over and not them before me?
Anyways for today's news, I made shirts.. really fucking cool shirts. So cool in fact I printed up an extra one just to keep for myself, because I wanted one. Other than that nothing much has been happening. I bought my girlfriend a stuffed Menchi doll and what nots. We're still together and all that jazz so nothing new really to report on that front, except I love her ^____^
anyways... out of shit to write about... schway
