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2002-03-16 - 3:23 p.m. everyone knows that diaries are full of crap...bridget jones' diary hello little friend, got a call from jailbait. wanted to hang out. told him no. today is so beautiful. just so so. cal. like, dude. j/k. but, it is a blessing to live here. tonight i'm going to have dinner w/ the familia. it's my aunt's b-day. i've never been to the outback steak house, so, a new place. i was invited to go to l.a., and see this band play at b.b. king's blues club, but, tonight, family first. tomorrow i'm supposed to go to santa barbara w/ matt, and a bunch o' the usual suspects. i don't really want to go to santa barbara. it's too much of a college town. drunken college kids bug me. i'm trying desperately to find a copy, vhs or dvd, of the 70's made for t.v. movie, sarah t.-portrait of a teenage alcoholic. it's so good. it's the second greatest performance in the entire linda blair ouevre(spelling?). i want/need matt to see it. it was part of my formative childhood. along w/ murder by death, jaws, the star wars saga, santa claus vs. the martians, et. al. you know what? i'm not prejudiced against college kids, a tad envious perhaps, but, i knew this one guy who went to college, and we went to go visit him, and he's telling me, you don't know what it's like, coming from such a small town. i realize how much our town sucks. i heard all about how he couldn't stand coming home for breaks. and how life on his own is so much better. all of the sudden, i became this country bumpkin, who he was talking down to. i was like, hey asshole, you are by no means living "on your own". mommy, and daddy are footing the bill. you live in a dorm, and you don't have a job. living on your own would mean that during breaks, you wouldn't have to subject yourself to coming back to podunk, u.s.a., because you'd be at your own place, presumably not anywhere near your provincial hometown. i'll admit to being envious. i'll own that, sure. but, please don't tell me he wasn't being a fucking tool. don't even try it, full force don't buy it. so, he got laid alot, experimented w/ drugs, and all on his parents dime. huh, maybe he was a genius. you know the worst part? he became a damn dirty hippie. what's the point of all this? beat's the shit out of me. have a good day, little friend |
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