Finally!

I've finally gotten this blog thing to work. I've never really blogged before so I'm not sure what to say. I've also gotten a twitter today although I don't see the purpose in it. I'm just mainly using twitter to be a dick and make fun of everyone else on twitter in a very dry, sarcastic way as always. Fuck punctuation!.!>@#$

I don't really know what to say on here at all. I think I'm going to my father's as soon as my friend, Britnee, gets ready. There is supposedly going to be lots of food at Dad's house and I'm kind of hungry. I ate a sandwich at about 9:30 am today and it is now 1:50 pm so I'm due for another meal.

I recently quit my job at ACS and now I have a job in the mall at the Shoe Dept. and my first official day will be Tuesday 10 am to 3 pm. 5 hour days sound so much better than 10 hour days. I have to buy a blue button up shirt and some nice shoes for this job. I should also buy some more khaki pants as I only have one pair and that is all they will allow you to wear. I really hate khakis. I always feel like such a big dork whenever I wear them.

Last night I finally got to listen to the Alkaline Trio/Hot Water Music split album that I bought and it's pretty awesome. I think one of the highlights would have to be HWM covering "Bleeder". I really enjoy their version of the song. Of course I also love that I now posses the song "Queen of Pain". I always forget how much I love HWM until I listen to them and realize that Chuck Reagan does have quite the influence over my vocal stylings and even song writing at times.

I guess I don't really have much else to say today. This is kind of cool, though. It's kind of like keeping a journal which I used to do when I was younger. When I read what I had written back then it scares me a little. I think I had the potential to be a serial killer, but then again, I guess everyone has the potential. Human life is so fragile. I think about this all the time. I could kill anybody that I want. I have that ability. Everyone has that ability. When I think about it it makes me very paranoid. Like how do I know my best friend isn't going to wake me up with a hatchet? I guess I don't, I just have to trust them. That is sometimes terrifying to think about. I'm going to stop thinking about it now. Goodbye.