Current location:	My Bedroom
Current mood:	Bored as FUCK
Current music:	Apocalyptica -- One

So this week has been...pretty uneventful.

I got my hopes up in thinking that my dad's car was mine for the week (seeing as he's going out of town) but, of course, those dreams were dashed amongst the rocks in all of their bloody glory. Apparantly, he's choosing now to put the damned thing in the shop. Fucker.

But at least he gave me $100. That's not very...like him. Usually he'll just scowl at me and tell me to piss off. Oh well, I'm not complaining.

I want to go to City Club this weekend. Brandon, you up for it? Good.

Friday I'm supposed to go to the Trolly Stop with my Aunt to see...some band. I forget who. The point is, I get in for free, and there's free booze. So of course I'm fucking going.

I need to call Melli back. And Xtina, too. Oh, and I think I should call Bobby. Lots of phone calls to make.

Jesus, it's 5:28am, I should really think about going to bed...

But, alas, I am hyper. And yet excrutiatingly bored at the same time. Sigh, the woes of being a teenager. I miss England. I think I'll stop back there on my trip to Finland (whenever I manage to scrape up the money for that...)

Xtina and I are driving to New York sometime soon to kill a man we've never met.

Beer = God

I need a fag, I'm out.