endlesstom

Ahhhh looks like am back at it after a hiatus of approximatly forever.

i never thought id complain about having to wake up for all my 9:20 classes, but somehow i find myself wishing that they were even later. im just not a mourning person at all. and while its relevant,im not really a afternoon person either. come to think of it,im no night person either.i guess im just not a person or something...anyway next semester,i think im gonna schedule my classes no earlier then 10:30. oh and by the way you can't stop me.cause i know that what you were thinking.

ta ta

im in creative writing right now. I not feeling FUCKING creative nor am i writing. you know, kinda like how apple jacks arent made of apples and theyre not jacks either, or how study hall isnt a hall and no one studies. FUCK.

i think im gonna put lyrics at the bottom of this livejournal like everyone else.it might be neat.

anyway, senior year is like almost over. im a little bit sad to see my daily routine of highschool go, but a little bit happy that i can leave behind all the dumbshit that highschool contains. i guess they kind of cancel eachother out, and i dont really care about graduating.

yesterday i didnt pass some sort of math test for placement in GCC. i can take it again if i want, but i dunno if i want to. whatever. fucking math sucks i hate it.

i hope college is better, and i hope i can make myself study and do well.

no lyrics...

i've been grounded from my computer so thats why i havent updated latley. i still am grounded though, im just using a computer at school.my dad took away my car the other day also.in other bad news, i went to take an entry test at GCC but somehow i wasnt scheduled even though my mom set the appointment up, and called to confirm it.fuck my luck.

 

 

Fuck my luck.

my balls are in jail and its no fun

its too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer. i dont get why theres such a small range of temperatures that humans feel comfortable at...

people go to school because they're forced too.they do well in school because they need to get into a good school and make money,in a world where money controls everything.motavation for success in school has nothing to do with a passion for learning. you can learn anything you want to without any school's help. the best lessons in life are the ones you teach yourself.school blows.

i dont care what anyone says, highschool sucked.anyone with half a goddammn brain can recognize that. i dunno, maybe i'm just missing out on the obvious thrill of waking up early, having piles of work, and being surrounded by asshole students and staff for 6 hours a day...


highschool is nothing but one big god damn competition. people are constantly competing to have the best grades, be the most popular, have the most money, have the coolest clothes, get into the best college,ect... it really bites,i fucking hate it. only the elite get the feeling of success while everyone else gets to know the feeling of falure all too well. some people study really hard, but just because they try to have somewhat of a balance between school work and a social life, they don't end up at the top of thier class. some people just don't test well and don't do good on the SAT's, and they can't get into the school they want, even though they got good grades.some people just aren't competitive, and are stressed out or indimidated by the intense competition,and they just end up giving up. you gotta be like a freakin machine to do good in high school, and even if you do good, then you probably have no social life. no matter what you do, you lose.

on the other hand, people in highschool are generally assholes. i mean no ones perfect, but some people just fucking amaze me by how stupid they are. its like all they wanna do is get wasted and smoke weed. i don't really support that, but its okay once in awhile. not every fucking weekend...
i'll never forget this one night on senior trip when we got back to the hotels and i stepped outside and everywhere i looked people where smoking.the smart kids,the wierd kids,the popular kids...literally everyone was smoking. the sad part is that's not an exaggeration. the reason i remember this so well is not because i hate smoking so much, because it was then that it hit me that people in highschool really do things, no matter how stupid they are, because thier friends are doing it.

is that what people consider a friend? someone to get wasted with every weekend? some people act like they made the best friends in the world in highschool but i hear thier friends talk about them when they aren't around. i guareentee they will lose touch as soon as college starts and realize what sucky friends they really had. i made some good friends in high school, but i also made friends with alot of morons.people will sacrafice anything to achieve a certain social status that they want without even knowing thier doing it. those kind of people are everywhere.

i may not be the best student or know what im gonna do with my life when i grow, but at least i have alot of hobbies and interests and real friends and my whole life doesn't revolve around getting wasted.

my high school education was torture for me,and the people in my school just pissed me off.

we laughed when they told us we wouldn't want to leave...
i'll never look back when they tell us its time to go
-mike m.

If you didnt already know, i live on the 2nd floor of a group of condo's in pitman. and i try to lead a pretty normal life there, you know, nothing too extreme. no parties or anything, just the occasional get together with a few friends on weekends. stuff like that.

however, unfortunatly enough, my residence is located directly above one of the most feared and dangerous forces known to man:
Old People.
and theres nothing i can do.
except suffer.

im pretty sure the old woman who lives just under me is at work at all times to make sure that i get kicked out of my home. it sounds ridiculous,but you've got too understand, old people have ALOT of time on thier hands. they also have alot of wierd spots and wrinkles on thier hands but thats beside the point. knitting and bingo do a terrific job at keeping the old at bay, but when that time is over,they're free to do whatever they want with thier time.this is not a good thing.

here's a list of what the old bitch that lives under me tried to get me kicked out for:

-drawing obscene images on the walls outside
*what this amounts to is me and my friend with a water gun randomly squirting the walls outside and my friend attempting to draw his name. my friends name is "JOE" if you have the imagination to turn that word into a sexual image, then your imagination is magnificent, and im very proud of you.

-Destroying property with shaving creme
* what really happend is, me and my friend where at the top of the stairs and we wanted to see how long we could make a single line of shaving creme shoot out without breaking. it didn't go very far and there was a handful of shaving creme at the bottom of the stairs.an amount so small it wasn't worth cleaning.

-Walking up the stairs to loudly
*GENERALLY,WHEN THIER IS A FUCKING STAIRCASE RIGHT FUCKING OUTSIDE OF YOUR FRONT FUCKING DOOR, ITS A SAFE BET THAT YOU WILL HEAR THE SOUND OF FUCKING FEET WALKING UP AND DOWN STAIRS. DON'T WANNA HEAR IT? TAKE YOUR DAMN HEARING AIDE OUT!...this one just frustrated me!

-Yelling too loud
*that one day after we shot the shaving creme we pulled back into my parking lot guilt-free,not even imagining that someone would have a problem with 2 ounces of shaving cream. sure enough, there was the old woman,leaning out of her doorway. we were listenting to a song in the car so we were just sitting there for a few minutes.time went on and on and the old woman still watched us in the car, not moving a muscle.standing there as if trying to stare us to death.after about 15 minutes, we knew it couldn't be a coincidence,so we started to wonder what she was actually doing.whenever i look back at this,the thing that stands out the most is how amazingly still the woman stood. when i say she didnt move at all, i seriously mean,she did not move a fraction of 1 inch. was she dead? i was starting to seriously think so...
we started doing wierd shit to mess with her,like sing really loud. and pretend to makeout to see if she would react to it or not.still, she didn't move a muscle.time went on and after a whole HALF HOUR, we knew we had to do the mature thing. we got out of the car, and i think i screamed louder then i ever have in my life as i ran up my stairs and into my house. it was then that she finally moved, because when we came back out she was gone. it was at this time that she called the cops.

Yeah well she deserved it, staring at me for a half hour like some fucking painting. some things suck,old people are just one of those things.

The cow was a very good cow
He was good at what he did.
-the end

i was reading some of my old journal entries from 11th and 10th grade just now. man i got lame or something this past year. i used to say some really wierd things that were cool,and now i can't really think of those things anymore. i bet your thinking "well you could've fooled me". but i dunno i feel way different now then i did then.its really strange,change is really strange.

speaking of change... looks like i won't have a band anymore :(

 the details aren't worth it, but for the curious, basically some members just don't have enough time or dedication anymore and its time to move on for them. no hard feelings. time to move on :(

i seriously was gonna start writing something retarded here,as usualy, but i just started thinking about how its sad my band is over. we lasted for about a year and a half, but for some reason it seemed like it was nowhere near that long.don't know what that means. i had a lot of fun at some of the shows and i liked the songs a lot. id like to just reflect on the good times here, but the one regret i have is that we could have tried a little harder, thats all. its not like we were huge slackers, but theres alot of bands out there that work for it harder then we ever did. whatever, fuck that, we had really good songs(that would've sounder even better if we practiced more) and im glad i joined the band despite the outcome. fun times.

RIP AIHE

"i just want you to know, if this existence has been pointless, then im glad we've been through it together"

 

hahaha, bye.

tonight i did a psychology project.the title of the project was the "creativity project". you pretty much could do whatever you wanted as long as it was creative.thats my kind of project!

anyway, what i did was record a stupid song over dan's house. i figured that since i've been around music for so long, the least i could do is put together a crappy song.at first,the song was pretty lame. as time went on though, we started to have more and more ideas for stuff to add to it. we added cows,cellphones,tambourine, random conversations,a big black guy...even dan's dog newbert had a solo!

the song doesnt really have a name,but it remind me of cows in the beggining. it reminds you of cows too.

heres the link http://www.purevolume.com/danmarrocco -it titled "random" on the site,fatty.

also when i presented the project i passed a dollar around the class and whoever had the dollar at the end of the song got to keep it. hahah that was pretty funny.

i just read something that pissed me off. it was a school newspaper article that this kid wrote saying people should stop complaining about school and be thankful for thier education.yeah whatever...

first of all, i totally support complaining, it rocks, and i will tell you why.

if you had some really nice car like a lamborghini and the windsheild wiper was broken, you wouldnt just ignore it and be like "oh well, my windshield wiper is broken, but im luckier then some people that don't even have a car", you would realize that its a problem,complain about it,and try to get it fixed. does that mean that your ungrateful that you have that car? NO! it means you realized a problem that could be fixed to make the car better.thats why people complain. for progress. to make things better. if we just invented the wheel and were content with it, without thinking how we could make it better or use it for other things, well then the damn wheel would SUCK.

i love complaining,and complaining about people who were complaining about complaining.

yeah this will never last...alright, today was not that bad for a sunday (sunday has a world wide repuation for sucking). i worked at the carwash and it wasnt real busy which is always sweet. some people there are like, "man i love it when its busy, we make so much tip money". i say fuck that, if you really need money,don't work at a freakin carwash. after i got home, i ate pizza. before i ate pizza i got gas though. some of those gas station owners really need to learn a thing or two about customer service. probably two, theyre real assholes sometimes, esepcially the place across the street from me. for example, tonight when i pulled in to get gas for my dad there was a car in front of the pump closest to me, and theres only a really narrow gap if you want to try to manuever around to the next pump. so since i had my dads car i didnt risk it and just waited for the car to finish. the guy must've had a real problem with that cause he kept looking at me funny. and then when i pulled in he served the people that got there after me first! it also really pisses me off when they bang on my car telling me to open my gas chamber without any patience at all. i swear, one time my car was still moving and i had a guy hitting my car door. i dont go to that station anymore, except when its the only one that is open, like tonight. friendly service is a pretty good thing to have. gas is a good thing to have to. looks like that damn place is only going to give me one of the two though.

oh well.

also today i played video games at fetters house. multi-player video games are always a good time. hey hey!