Let the Beautiful Game Begin.

So was able to go practice soccer and try out... again. Update with my dad: we talk only when we need to. So anyways, back to football. Played everyday since tuesday. Gonna play until saturday. Gotta read 330 pages before monday. pray for me. Also gotta go do that SAT thing. Damn that SAT thing. I'm never gonna do it. Seriously.

Anybody wanna give me a ride to Laurel Heights after the Tournament tomorrow?

Joga Bonito. Play Beautiful.

I never asked for this... not for any of it.
Why is it happening to me? now?
I don't want any of it.
I just want to drift away on silver wings
to be where I'm happy.
But then... they do say you have to
go through hell to get to heaven.

You complicate life.
You do it to make it hard for me.
So stop. You'll never prove you're point
because I'm never going to grow up.
I'm never going to lose sight of the
big picture.
You can't enjoy life if you worry about
money, apperance, objects.
So don't press it onto me, because
I'm not going through life like that.

A "Unique" Breed.

Survived week one of said grounding punishment. Haven't talked to my dad since said grounding. O well, not bothering me that much. My parents are thinking of divorce again. I hate this living situation I'm in. I've also gotta finish... what? O yea: Silent Spring, Eagle Project, and SAT prep. Damn.

Haven't been very productive. Woken up at 12-1 everyday, sleeping at 4-5. Gotta fix that. Well, been doing a lot of thinking since I've nothing better to do. I've come to the realization that I am a unique breed. Nobody else has the same musical tastes as me, with the possible exception of Gordon. But deeper than that, I am of a unique breed. Nobody else thinks even remotely similar to me, or has a personality like mine. I think that's why I don't have that many best friends. I can't seem to be able to meet people like me. It's a shame really. Being unique is tiring. I might be sounding a little cocky and aangsty with all this "unique" and "nobody understands" stuff, but I feel it to be true.

I guess I'll see everybody else when school starts then. To those who read, at the risk of sounding corny... thanks for caring.
Healing = Gym Class Hero + This Providence + The Noise of Summer + Daphne Loves Derby.

Independence...but not yet.

Yesterday was a pretty good day. Went to the Aisian League Track Meet. Metaled in all of my events. Bronze in the 200, Silver in Long, Triple, 16x100, and Gold in 4x100 and 4x400. Then went to Chilie's for dinner. Came home at 11 something. That's when it got worse.
As soon as I get home, my dad yells and hits me for not calling while at the meet. Then grounds me til school starts. Then to make it worse, I also get a seperate punishment from my mom to clean the house, do the dishes. Then she talks my ears off about being mugged and drive-bys and not being legally responsible.
What really stings is that they actally punished me so harshly. OK, I forgot to call, and I panicked them. I'll give them that. But while 'talking' to me, my mom goes on about being legally responsible for me until I'm 18. They just want me home to save their own asses. They don't want to be seen as bad parents just for appearance. What also really hurts is that they don't know me well enough to know I won't get into trouble, I won't be killed, and I won't do something stupid. I'm their son, and they don't know me well enough to trust me and my instincts. That friggin' sucks.
If and when I ever calm down from this, I'll probably regret this post, but screw the future. Now, there is nothing I would rather do is to run away. I mean, I can't even go to soccer conditioning anymore because of my stupid dad. I am so friggin sick of this.
On a totally unrelated note, I lost my retainer as well. It's nothing to do with this, but it doesn't make me feel any better about this situation.

Damned be the MUNI

Today, I was gonna go see Tomorrow's Hero. But, I didn't have a ride. So, I asked my cousin for one, she never came. So that made me late to take the Muni. Then the muni was running late. Can you imagine? So I got to Van Ness and then the directions I got were to go on the 47 til Post. I asked the driver where Post street was, and he said,"go take the bus on the other side." So then as soon as I get there, the bus comes. That was a curse disguised as a blessing. I got on, looking for Post, and ended up riding the whole damned thing to pier 39. I got to Pier 39 at 4:30. So yea. Damned be 511.org. Damned be the Muni. Damned be my cousin (not really).
Another thing. My mom started yelling at me because my cousins were staying at my place. Don't feel like writing about that, maybe later.
I can play Middle Middle now, but not really.

haha I'd like to wake up like once during the year. haha

In a nutshell...

well, gotta finish reading silent spring. i've been told that its mandatory for apes people. Vose, you are awesome. staff next year? i should be sleeping now... insomnia? i don't know. anyway, i am going to bring a soccer ball down to james logan... work on some stuff. I've got a jam-packed weekend ahead of me. friday, polian's party, and then my family party. saturday.... tomorrow's hero's first show since i've been listening to them that i can go to. wanna come? sunday, etc track meet. people! if you know who i am in the real world, give me indication that i'm not forgotten or something! let's go see a movie or sumthing. cuz frankly, i'm bored out of my mind.

in a nutshell: people, let's do something, but not this weekend. when you talk to me online, remind me to sleep and to do SAT. ok?

la-la... spill canvas!

happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...