blackeyed-'s Diaryland Diary
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abba zabba
I forgot to tell all you wonderful people what I will be doing for Halloween. Well, officially, I will be taking my brother around the neighbhorhood for a little while to trick or treat, I will come home and get plastered with Steven, and then I will hang out and look cool on my front yard and hand out cheap candy to children, whose costumes I will ridicule if they deserve it. But things never go as planned for Halloween, and I'm sure it will turn out completely different then expected. Which is probably good, because right now my plans are seriously lacking. Also, I will be wearing this.
You know you're jealous.
I've figured out what college I'll be attending come next year. I know I said I wanted to go into acting, and I still do, but I'm not stupid enough to think it's a reliable career. I don't want to become some pathetic struggling actor. So I decided to go to Arizona Artistic Beauty College and get my degree in cosmetology. I figure I can spend my days working in a salon and be a pathetic struggling actor at the same time, but at least I'll have steady income this way. No?
A million hugs to Daisy for being her wonderful self and chatting with me last night, even though I had to be rude and fuck with my moms computer for half the conversation. Daisy is even cooler then I thought she'd be.
Steven's third wrestling match is today. I hope I get to see things broken over someone's head. Or perhaps slammed into their backs. I always enjoy a good slamming.
My friends are fucking assholes, and are not buying/making me anything for my birthday. Even though this is the only year in which they have jobs and could actually do so with ease. Unless, of course, they are being even bigger assholes and just lying about it to make ME look like an asshole when they get me something. You'd think after 7 years of friendship they could make me a godamn construction paper card without hassle. In the great words of Dave Chapelle; "Abba Zabba, you my only friend." - Half Baked. Preach on, brother. Preach on.
9:27 a.m. - October 30, 2003
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