Monday (today) is Andy applying for jobs all day day. That way I can pay my ticket, pay to get my car fixed, pay for gas so I can practice, and whatever else (one-legged Asian hookers?).

Anyway, a rant has been way overdue, but I'm not really sure where to start it or how I would tie everything together to make sense, but then again, I don't make a lot of sense when I type these things. Jumping around from one topic to another is more fun anyway. Fuck structure!

Late night TV sucks.

I've got three ideas for songs that I really want to finish (at least musically). Tenative titles include: "The Centaur Vs. The Demonic Goat," "Hardcore Dancing With Jetpacks (You Caught My Hardcore Rag On Fire)," and "Even If I Had A Little Sister I Wouldn't Wear Her Jeans (Fat Greasy Kids)."

Survery time:
Would you be attracted to a guy who is fat, greasy, plays video games constantly, collects stuffed animals (even though he is 18 or 19), read the dictionary for fun, thinks about fucking guys yet claims to be straight, doesn't get offended or deny it when you say he sucks cock, and probably a bunch of other stuff I'm forgetting?

Yeah, who wouldn't be? What the fuck is wrong with you, Kim?

Why do jam bands exist? What is the purpose of them?
Same with jazz and hip hop.
Why are the Beatles apparently the greatest band of all time? I personally hate them and I don't think they did anything good at all.

My music likings changed when I got into college. I listened to the Sloppy Meateaters (obscure pop punk band from 1999-2000) earlier today and really couldn't get into them anymore. Sad...

I'm tired and feel sick. It's five in the morning and the sun will be coming up in a few hours. Goodnight.

I got a ticket today for going 54 in a 40, and the policeman was a complete dick as usual. Apparently, "with all the new technology (he made sweeping hand motions back to his car), we can't give warnings (even though two weeks ago and about three months ago I got warnings for going just as fast) anymore, ever." Can we say haven't given enough tickets this month? I swear that I have seen more cops in the past two days than ever before. He gave me a court date which I don't have to go to... Makes absolutely no sense to even set a court date then. It's in a month, so maybe I'll have a job and enough money to pay for it by then. I really wich it was on a Monday or Wednesday instead of Tuesday too, because I'm not going to get up early and go to court on a day I don't have to get up before noon. Oh, and he went on some long speech about how I could plead "not guilty" to it and possibly have it taken off my record. Yeah, like I'm not just going to pay it and get it over with. As long as I don't get three tickets, I can still drive. Serioulsy, though, I've been driving my piece of shit car for three years now, and I've been pulled over three times. Who the fuck pulls over a Ford Escort (granted, it is an LX)? Policemen deserve to be shot. Where are the black niggers and hicks with shotguns when you need them?

I don't want to write a paper for tomorrow. I've been putting it off for a good six hours now.

I would make you a mixtape (CD), but you would be too stupid to think about the things being sung. Therefore, it would be pointless and a huge waste of my time. It's not like things would change anyway. It would have a song by Number One Gun, a song by Letter Kills, two Punchline songs, a Bayside song, a Snow Patrol song, a Taking Back Sunday song, a Blink 182 song, and about thirteen more songs on it. Maybe even and A Day Late song on it. But as I said before, you wouldn't understand what anything meant. And besides, you'd probably listen to it while fucking some guy or just totally ignore it.

My car will never ever be completely clean. Don't expect it to be. Ever.

2008 is going to be the same as 2007 and every year before and after. Nothing changes.

I hate going to class and you should too.

Kim should just date me. She should stop lying to me about things. She should stop saying she loves me, because she doesn't mean it. She likes to get my hopes up. She'll never be with me unless it's to use me for something.

I have some things I want to tell you, but I need to get something back before.

If I had some nachos right now, that would be good.

She's probably in his room right about now asleep. Even though I don't see how it's possible.

I don't want to go to Eureka until after Kim gets done going there. I don't want to have to see her walking around with people that aren't me.

Double E should be tortured painfully and die a slow, very painful death while having a cock inches from his face. I guess that would be his torture.

If I had a black son, I would make his first name "Ray'Coon." It would pronounced like "raccoon (the animal)."

Pearce should not wear body suits and anybody that has fucked him, corresponded with him through email or phone for more than a day, or has fantasized about him is not a friend of mine (even if she claims to be one and claims to love me).

You make me so mad because you don't understand real misery. It's just something you pretend to know because it's trendy. You don't know what it's like to want to be with someone every second of every single day.

Worse than that, you don't even care.

I wish I would die just to see what you would do. Probably go fuck Double E.

You wouldn't be miserable.
And before you claim you would be, just think you would never have to talk to me again, you would never have to see me again, and you would never have to listen to me be right about every guy you've been with, will be with, want to be with.

I want to win the lottery and move far away from here and never have contact with anyone I know ever again.

I want to make new friends, but everyone I've met since high school have either pretended to be my friend or aren't close friends.

I regret ever loving you and I regret that I will always love you.

I hate how I woul do absolutely anything for you.

If you don't know who YOU are, then YOU are even dumber than I originally thought.

People are so fake.

Philosophy isn't a real major. Good luck finding a job.

Even if I had every quality you wanted in a boyfriend, you wouldn't date me.

You fucking lie to me constantly and I'm sick of it.

I just want to fuck you, and not get an STD.

The only logical thing to ever do is hide in my room and never leave.

I want to get married about a year after I'm done with college, but that probably won't happen. If that happens, I will go to Japan to teach English and hopefully meet a beautiful Japanese girl. Neither of these are likely to happen, so I should probably just kill myself.

If I was about to shoot myself in the head, I don't know what would happen. If I managed to pull the trigger, I don't know if I would flinch or not. If I did flinch, half my face would be gone, but I'm ugly anyway, so it wouldn't matter. I think I would probably enjoy it more if you were watching just so you know that I would rather die than be without you.

The Sophomore Attempt is a really good band.

The world could survive on cow.

I hope I have a relative die and leave me a bunch of money.

I you read this and feel miserable.

I never want to talk to some people ever again.

99% of guys are complete assholes to their girlfriends, but for some reason the girl is still with them. I'm probably the nicest, I do everything they ask, and I would do anything for them, but they don't want that.

I would never cheat on anyone I was with, but apparently girls want guys to cheat.

People think I'm an asshole, but it's just I'm a lot smarter than them.

Having someone that understands Greek doesn't make them smart or cool, Kim. It's just a useless fact that won't help them ever after college. Congrats, you love a guy that has no future! Just like you I guess. Oh wait, you don't love him. You said that he is immature and just wants to immature with someone. Great job disillusioning yourself enough to think it actually means something. I can't wait to type a lot of this on your Facebook for him to see. Actually, just give me back Choke, and then we can never talk again. You can call me if you want, but I don't know if I'll care enough to answer or not. After all, you don't care about me enough to even tell me the truth about things. Thanks for making the last four years of my life hell.