I haven't written a journal in a long time, so jeez, you poor people. You're going to be subjected to one really fucking long journal. Why? Because I really like writing really long, obnoxious journals. Just try and stop me. You can't.
Tuesday my older brother came home. He's still home. He forced me to go to this Poetry thing our school has at Starbucks. I wasn't terribly impressed by most of the poems, but some were quite good. Most didn't rhyme. I like my poetry to rhyme, personally. When I was a kid I would read "Where the sidewalk ends" during silent reading period, and so I'm sort of accustomed to rhyme. I spent a lot of time making fun of the kids in my head, because I'm a terrible, stupid, condescending person. But Then I realized I should have some respect for them because they have the balls to actually read their poems instead of hiding them deep within folders of microsoft word. So I mostly wandered around starbucks and other parts of the mall where it was being held.
There was this army of Steve Jobs books. Is it possible to look more judgemental on a book cover? static8.businessinsider.com/im…
Seriously, tell me that you can look at this and tell me straight up you don't think he looks like he's judging you.
And circular glasses guys, anyone who wears circular glasses is fucking important. Just think about it.
Gandhi, Harry Potter, Theodore Roosevelt, John Lennon. All circular glasses guys. All important (Harry's not really, but hey, he's the boy who lived, tell me that's not important)
I'm not ragging on Steve Jobs or anything. Didn't know the guy, didn't care to know him, I'm sorry he died and all, but he seemed kinda asshole-ish to me. From what I read, I mean.
Tuesday I also had Starbucks coffee for the first time. I got a peppermint mocha thing, and it was heavenly. For some reason I drank it in a Taco Bell. I don't know why, but I did. I don't get Taco Bell. The name infers there are bells as well as tacos, but there lacks any bells at all. This bothered me a lot, so I googled it and the guy who started its last name was Bell. I still think there should be more bells, regardless.
My Thanksgiving was okay. My cousin, who is a scientist was there, and he talked about how he's part of a rap group called Yoga pants. He's a cool guy. I had to sit at the kid's table again, not a big fan. I mean, I suppose it's better than sitting next to some of the drunk adults, but sitting next to dumb teenage cousins who say things are "No beuno" constantly got on my last nerve.
One of them told me that "The last surviving muchkin in the wizard of Oz died", which doesn't make sense, because he wouldn't be the last surviving muchkin if he's dead. Maybe I'm just being picky. I do that a lot.
John, my younger brother picked up I was going to smash their faces in if I didn't get out soon, so we formulated an escape plan and spent the majority of the rest of Thanksgiving wandering around South Boston.
I really love Johnny sometimes.
Today I had work, and didn't really do much. Jimmy told me never to smoke, which is funny because all he does is smoke. Not that I'd smoke anyway, it just sort of bothers me. Deadly Women Marathon.
I'll post art eventually. I just need a camera.
So yeah, that's what's going on in my life.
If this journal makes no sense it's probably because I'm tired, so I apologize.