ok this is my 3rd post tonight...
www.800exhaust.org is my ticket to a better night's sleep (lol sleep train.)

let me explain my evil plan:

well an unnamed complete-stranger-who-i do-not-know who lives near my house has several cars. all annoying. but one in particular, is a disaster waiting to happen.

you can hear it, you can smell it, and then you can see it. its some old piece of shit he fixed up (yeah nice job, *******). every night around 10 or 11 he comes home with his turdmobile, revving the engine like there is no tomorrow just to get up the frickin street. it pisses me off. especially since they are our pissiest neighbors, who complain about my dog BARKING at STRANGERS WALKING UP THE STREET during the DAY. last time my dad was home and he heard the car screeching along he pointed out "so our dog's annoying, huh?"

well yesterday i was sitting by the window enjoying the peaceful afternoon breeze when "PPPPRRRTTTPUTPUTPUTPUTPUTSCCREEEECHPRRRRRRRRPRPRPRPRPRPRPPUTPUTPUTSCREECH!!!" comes up the street. my mom and i look out the window and recoil in horror as the idiot-on-shit-on-wheels turns into his driveway and clouds of exhaust curl out around the car. so i got to thinking.

driving back from northgate later that day, i saw posters that said "SAVE YOUR BREATH! report smoking vehicles" so then i really got to thinking

so i went to their website and printed out a form. all i have to do is get *******'s license plate # and i might just be getting more sleep at night. until he buys an 18-wheeler or something.

btw this is a reminder that tomorrow i have to explain how i am colin farrell (no really... i am, youll see!)

god i need sleep. its people like lizzie who egg me on and keep me writing in this damn journal.

"wow that was exciting AND informative"

thanks liz!

buon notte

"Before they were saying I was too skinny and now I've got hips," she said. "I have no problem with it - it's part of my Latina side, but what are my girl fans supposed to think when I'm being slammed for having a little bit of thigh?"

umm, sorry christina uglyera, hips are actually bones- a part of your skeletal structure- and can not be formed by sitting on the couch, eating twinkies, and watching porno for ideas for your next video.

YES, I AM AGGRAVATED AND I AM GOING TO YELL AT MY COMPUTER SCREEN FOR THE NEXT FEW MINUTES (and type it) SO JUST SIT PUT UNTIL THE ANGER BUS HAS COME TO A COMPLETE STOP.

my name is austin. i am a girl. a lot of the time when i try on jeans, they fit perfectly except for the hip area. is this because i am a fatass? no. actually, there isnt that much fat bulging out over the tops of the jeans. so why, you may ask, do they not fit? this is because of my skeletal structure; i have hips.

my mom is not skinny, but she does not have hips. i cant borrow pants from her because i have hips. this does not make me fat.

now maybe christina is right, maybe her bones did grow. this is possible. girls usually get hips when they are teenagers, when they go through puberty (hate that word but im tryin to be scientific here.) oh wait, is christina a teenager? oh actually, she is in her 20s i believe. so how did her hip bones expand? the answer: they didnt.

what she may be calling "hips" is really just hunks of fat hanging off of her sides, and "latina"ness is not an excuse from suddenly bloating into a hippo. id say all her pigging out has finally caught up with her.

also, since when has she become latina? oh thats right, like, a year ago. before that she was anglo-saxon, blonde hair and blue eyes, no blobs of fat hanging off her, and WHITE skin. i mean paler than mine. and i have to say, on her first album, which i actually bought way back then, i thought she looked pretty.

but now she's changed her family tree and become "Latina". so suddenly her skin became naturally 10 shades darker to a nice crispy brown, and her skeletal structure has changed. but of course its her DNA, you know, from like, her latina ancestors! oh yes.

then her definition of latina must be:
Lazy
Ass
That
Is
Never
Adult

so since shes still growing, i wonder what race she will become next? oh god that reminds me of that video where she's trying to be "ghetto" and her HIDEOUS purple shorts. she died her hair black, next shell probably dye her skin. to get in touch with her "black side".

so goodbye latina, soon shell be christina blackilera. then maybe chinese.

i just dont want her comparing herself to someone like me, saying she has "hips", cuz i am not a fatass.



take that- take that- take that (lol diddy style)

go here: http://maddox.xmission.com/cop_movie.html
that website is hysterical

that song is good

hm what else?

oh yes, today i ran for a full 32 minutes without stopping! excelente! but i completely flattened a poor little baby lizard. i picked him up just to check and be sure i didnt need to relieve him of his pain, but he was out in a second. i think his guts were coming out of his mouth but he was so small i couldnt tell. poor baby. by the way, the same thing happened last year. except that was with two, and i killed one of them, so then the other one ran off wondering "where did matt go?" or something sad like that. my feet and baby lizards dont get along, which is really sad.

deftones and audioslave are realy good. i love them.

speaking of idolization, SCHWARZENEGGER IS MY HERO! YES I MEAN HERO!!!!
more on that later, im running out of energy

"hick? redneck my ass"

yes ive been talking to people out of state again. i cant remember what state but arkansas maybe, somewhere republican anyway. ahhhhhh. sorry but its hard being extinct.

that brings up mr terminator again. well see i think that some ppl should be a little more open minded and vote for whoever they like most, aka ppl who havent already caused an energy crisis and gotten the state into debt. gray davis would have never been able to screw up any other state after his first term. only california, where people decided "oh yeah what energy crisis? hes a democrat, so i should vote for him!"

stupid parties. im not a republican cuz of like, some handbook that explains the differences between the parties and what it means to be a whatever. not that there is such thing. im a republican cuz my parents are and hey, someones got to be. imagine if everyone in california was the same.

someones got to be republican. someone like arnold.

there i said it, now kill me.


ps. i went to the farmers market on sunday and got a caterpillar from a lady who sells them there. the lady picked up the plastic cup and was like "ahh yes, thats... josephine" and i laughed cuz obviously she just made that up. but i think its a good name, cept i call her senorita josefinita cuz monarch butterflies migrate up from mexico. well i really envy her cuz all she does is eat. and sometimes she goes into a coma and doesnt do anything. what a life.

ughhh
all we are is dust in the wind...
everything is dust in the wind...

its stuck in my head now and everytime live 105 is on and the song comes on my mom yells at me. she says she heard too much of it way back then.

today i spent a lot of time watching tv. i watched terminator, clueless, the obournes, and some show about people who live in trains. they dont move anymore, though.

and so the tv has drained all my energy. omg i might get to sleep before 11 tonight, woohoo! i mean woohu! lol

lizzie ure back! yaaayyy! call me!

also when i was flipping through channels aimlessly i saw the old snl skit on jlo and p diddy seeing a counseler and dashed to the vcr, put in my dad's old tape (it was just there) and taped the remaining couple minutes of it. it was really dissing them, but it was funny, so whatever. jlo breathes in through her nose and out of her ass. and diddy's wearing this HUGE white fur coat. and theres all these guns hidden in it. and when they leave the counselers office there are shots, and then they come back in and say "uh theres two guys lying out there, uh, i dunno what happened, it was just like, bang! and i dunno..."

im bored

tv sucks, theres never anything good on. well there is but not today.

damnit tomorrow i have to run again (today was my vaca)

(tion)

good night

i almost said "giddy" for my mood but you'll see, ill explain it . . . . . .

running today was pigeon shit (merda di piccione). but after that i got a section of chemistry done (i read through it, didnt take in anything, and gave up) and spaced out a lot. then i remembered i taped an old and new episode of south park last night. and it turns out the tape ran out so i guess i will never know if kenny died or not from his terminal illness (lol). but i didnt get to see any of the new one which pissed me off. so i rewound it to find out what was taking up all the room on the tape. oh right, that bunch of VH1 shit about pop clture icons. well i taped it cuz i heard howard stern complaining cuz p diddy was 35, and he was 50 something. btw, i meant numbers but their ages are around there too... hehehe. well it was very flattering, i mean they didnt talk about him carrying guns around, remember that new years party thing? (snl didnt a reeeaally funny skit on that, he and jlo were going to counseling and he kept on accidentally pulling guns out of jacket) well anyway there was a really cute picture that i thought looked very mushroomdiddyish until i got the yearbook out and paused it. but thats just cuz the pause button made it all fuzzy. well sharon osbourne is awesome cuz she said she loved him and called him "handsome, dangerous, and naughty" which is funny coming out of a middleaged woman with a british accent. i love her, i wish she was my mom!

i wasted so much time today i have nothing to talk about. i guess i can just stare blankly at the computer now...

i saw the worlds most gorgeous guy ever at united. he should enter the "hottest bag boy in america" contest except there isnt one. he had a buzz which was actually really nce cuz it made his eyes stand out and he had the most gorgeous eyes. he looked like orlando bloom with different hair.

excuse me for a second...

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

okay, moving on. i tried a intro to yoga class. i nearly killed myself. ive decided i am as stiff as a board and im not gonna do anything about it. oh and it was really weird too, of course, she had on the moaning music and had us end up with an "ohm" which she explained gave our appreciation to all the creatures in the universe and how they were created... dont ask me. and one pose was the "happy baby pose" which is like an upside down crouching tiger. well its hard to describe, but basically you are on your back with your legs bent and spread apart. sounds really, uh, nice huh? well i was the youngest person there and the old ladies were kicking ass... i mean they were so much better than me. i was dripping with sweat all over. ick. whatever.

oh interesting news. i read in the paper that nutella is not gonna renew their contract with kobe. which ends in jan. 2004 so its not a big deal anyway. but really, hes been in a lot of deep shit lately and now hes being taken off the nuttella jar... OUCH.

oh and speaking of the newspaper i am UP TO HERE WITH THOSE FUCKING SO CALLED INDIANS. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE POOR INNOCENT INDIANS WITH NAMES LIKE RUNNING DEER WHO HAD THEIR LAND TAKEN AWAY AND LOVED NATURE AND WERE SAD? now all they do is build casinos on nature preserves? isnt that like, the opposite?!

keep in mind, i am talking about THOSE indians, not all indians. i do not like to be racist. if THOSE indians are killing endangered species and refusing to get normal jobs (honestly... why?) then i will talk bad about THOSE indians. and when gross hispanic worker guys drive by in their pickups and honk at me (i think they honk at anything with long hair thats walking on two legs) then i will say that i despise all gross hispanic worker guys who drive by and honk. i love hispanics, but unfortunately i usually see the gross honking guys a lot. does that make sense? i swear im not racist.

i came up with two clubs recently: (well they dont really exist actually) the James Bond Kazoo Band and the United Stalkers of America. well the first is my brother and me humming the james bond theme on kazoos, and the second one is just a funny name i came up with. i do think id have some joiners though if it was real! lol

today i ran around the lake without stopping! it was really cool and drizzly, and i had my walkman, which was a nice combo. its 2.8 miles and it took me 30 minutes. really slow, i know, but im supposed to go slow (so i dont have to stop and cry halfway through).

lil bow wow is such a joke. out of all those women in his videos (like, 30 year olds), how many would you say actually look (down) at him and go "wow, he's hot"? id guess none. so his songs are pretty stupid- not that he wrote them: "it's really, really nice to meet ya boy
ya know i'm really feelin yo style
ya know i wanna chill with a balla so
Lets get down!"

and his voice is so high and annoying.

well good night everyone.

well of course im mellow its late...

my cozzes (cousins) were gonna come over at 4 so until then the fam decided to go to the oh-so-ritzy richmond country club. well it is a country club, but its in richmond, past the land fill and next to where the trains go by and honk...

well it was pretty neat, even tho i only saw one little part. i stood just outside the green and i was determined to chip a ball into the hole and said i wouldnt move until i did that. i actually did tho. and then we went and ate and the sandwiches are pretty good.

so this is the way my aunt works. she says she'll be over at X o clock, add 2 hours and that will be the time. so at 6 she came over and luckily my mom had guessed they would be staying for dinner so she ahd made a big thing o meatloaf. it looks like cat food, but it was OH so good. and then we went and played tennis. and then we tried picking a couple o blackberries but they really werent ripe. and eventually they left.

btw the one my age is reading this book by stephen king called "it" and its about this clown that keeps eating kids cuz its secretly like this spider thing and its brother is a turtle and at the end the turtle talks to this kid whose brother was killed and theyre talking about believeing in the tooth fairy and santa clause. yeah kinda weird...

so then i went to go watch tv and when i flipped to mtv, making the band was on and i was like YAY and p diddy had a spiffy pinstriped suit on (no clue why) and his sunglass of course and i thought wow i like his glasses. and then i wanted to play gamecube shit and it turns out my brother deleted my entire file on sonic somethingeruther without asking me or even telling me. i told my mom and she was llike "oh i wonder why. just dont yell at him. maybe i can ask him."

if you lived in my house you would understadn what bullshit that is. if i destroyed something of brent's without asking or telling, i would be out living in a garbage can in sf with arms and legs chopped off. or something like that. she was making foodstuffs when he came down so she just asked why and he said he didnt know and she changed the subject. damn i really need a punching bag. or a voodoo doll. hey i think ill make one someday, theres plenty of hairs lying around in this house. lets see, i can punish my mom, brother, dog, cat, birds (feathers would work right?), but not my dad cuz if he shed as much as everyone else in the family he would have been bald long ago. anyway, im pissed. ill bring it up tomorrow. in fact, ill make a deal with the evil little guy sitting on my shoulder (ya know how in cartoons theres an angel and a devil? ya know?). i will give my mom 48 hours to do something about what my brother did. after that, im taking matters into my own hands, and things will get pretty ugly. yeah i mean like, destroying his stuff ugly. after all he did that to me, and if his mom wont punish him, someones gotta.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
i dont understand any of this but it sounds good in the song:
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous!


heeheehee

SOMEBODY SHOOT ME
my mom is schizophrenic, so basically the part of her i am describing today is not "mom" but "psycho bitch from hell". well today was the first day the whole summer i had nowhere to go... ahhh television. and violin and the usual hygenic torture (yes, when you are pushed around as much as i have been this summer, you become enemies with your face, teeth, and hair and it gets very annoying having to take care of them.)

so anyway, the tv was really just another excuse for my mom to scream at me. and when she transforms out of her "mom" form, it affects my mood... i dont really come across as cheery.

pbfh: "well, you know, austin, it really doesnt seem like you get a lot out of the days this summer you spend doing nothing"
me: "you mean DAY"
pbfh: "okay, the day you did nothing"

later, when she was making dinner, she ordered me to play violin. i told her i wold play in 15 minutes. i said what was the point, and she said just because SHE SAID SO or she wouldn take me to northgate to get the clothes i was going to buy several weeks ago. so i said fine, i didnt want to go anywhere with her if she was going to be so crabby, and i might as well play violin whenever the hell i wanted.

so i went and read in the hammock for 20 minutes while she spazzed around the house probably, plotting. then i practiced violin for 45 minutes. then she said i could only eat if i promised to erg after dinner. so i ate while she and dad talked about what a horrible, spoiled child i was. then i went and erged 1000 meters in under 5 minutes which is crazy for me, and i was panting like crazy but then my mom ran after me and said i didnt do 10 minutes. i explained that was because i worked REALLY HARD but of course she won and i had to do 5 more minutes while she sat there bitching at me (which makes exercise REALLY, REALLY DIFFICULT).

then of course i finished and went inside, and she started yelling at me after i said my brother didnt ever have to do anything. going "he really tried hard in tamalpa". she forced me to do it and i did it despite my extremely weak lungs. it was hard but i did it. and now she wont even give me credit for that. for ____'s sake, if i climbed mount everest she would probably complain about how fast i did it.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

well on the bright side, i did get a lot of tv in (finally) and assuming i saw about 20 minutes... p diddy was in 20% of them. do the math. thats good. although really he just dances around in circles behind whoevers singing. but it counts.

damn, i really havent said anything for a while. well first ill start with today: tamalpa is OVER!!! i ended with a... flop... but its over so whatever, and plus i was sore from weights yesterday. oh and afterwards we ran back and forth on the grass- i went barefoot, and it felt SO good! oh and the guys somehow got onto the subject of sperm banks, and terrence suddenly livened up and he was like "hey, wait, you can get money that way! oh i can make money that way, yay!" which is not a good thing to have in your head. *shudder* and i explained to the girls next to me "well, that would be if he HAD any". actually i considered telling terrence that cuz i was just pissed off that he would say such a disturbing thing. and anyway, who would want to have skinny babies with moles everywhere? ewwww...

im being very mean.

oh heres some other things:
*i have counted almost 40 baby fish in my pond
*i am going to get invisalign (THANK YOU GOD!) and yesterday they took the molds of my teeth, which is basically having silly putty in a plastic tray shoved into your mouth for 5 minutes for the top, and then bottom, while saliva collects in your mouth and you cant do anything about it. oh and they messed up on the top part and had to do it twice :)
*i dont really mean thank GOD, because i have decided i hate religion. at least christianity, specially catholicness (sorry italians) after attending my fuckhead uncle's baptizing of his 4th fucking kid that he didnt want to have but his fucking bitch wife obviously is the "man of the house"... and i had to listen to the stupid church guy saying that ugly piece of turd is another "special creation of god". if that, saddam hussein, and the olsen twins are special creations of god, i am finding another religion.
*in one of my hunger-raids i examined the pantry and found a container of nutella (still edible, too) with a picture saying "try kobe's favorite" on it. hmmm.
*i finished the last gummy bear vitamins
*i found an old ad for kid's sports illustrated showing a copy with kobe on the cover. he really is (was) a role model. i mean, if he's on that, and nutella...
*read some online news shit cuz i was very bored, and theres this contest for nellys women's clothes to find the perfect "apple bottom girl" in otherwords, someone with an ass that can just barely fit through doorways. i wonder if any really fat old ladies will try out for it.
*they'd have to be really short so they didnt completely cover nelly up in the poster when they are rubbing themself on him.
*my driveway-of-doom may be redone... well my mom got an appraisal from this company that does that sort of stuff, and the price ended up being through the roof. well they just sent a letter saying they would take 10K off it since our driveway would make a perfect "before and after" picture in their catalog thing. yes, it does make a hell of a before picture.
*on tuesday i ran for 25 minutes straight!!!! ayyyyyayayay! (you dont understand how much i have worked for that)
*now i just have to work up to running 6 miles straight.
*note to olivia: your magazine was right, p. diddy is in 3 music videos, did the bad boys II soundtrack, and has a show. fine with me.

my day:

*mom wakes me up at almost 8 i think
*i go downstairs and my dad yells at me for not understanding chemistry
*my mom joins in and acts like im not TRYING.
which i am.
*then i get a bloody nose. pretty small one though, luckily.
*my mom yells at me (honestly it wasnt my fault)
*then my mom yells at me for not eating her omelette, so i stop chemistry and eat, and then she yells cuz im not doing chemistry
*then i drop my fork and my dad goes "oh she's just so spastic she cant even eat", finally i start crying to make a point because i have just woken up and gotten like the most consecutive insults in 20 minutes
*then my mom and dad start yelling at eachother for some reason
*then at 11 i go to work out with a trainer, that was actually not too bad
*then i come home after an hour and go straight off to a tennis lesson
*with my brother and, turns out, a little girl.
so it is only three of us in this lesson. so at least i am the best ;D .
but its so little-kid-ish it gets to me after a while, and we are running around under the sun when its like 100
*so then after an hour and a half of that i come home
*relax for a while, practice some violin, and eat dinner
*then violin lesson that was an hour and a half but then my violin teacher started going off for half an hour and it was dark and my mom was getting bored. i have to practice "3 hours a day". (wait what's that? sorry, i heard an hour)
*okay ill do 1.5 hours maybe
*then i come home and it turns out that out of sheer niceness (well actually i think he just likes getting his money's worth) he has brought back 2 little apple turnovers for my brother and i from the golf place
*and my mom goes ballistic:
"IM TRYING TO HAVE US ALL EAT HEALTHY FOOD AND NOW YOUR SABOTAGING EVERYTHING",
"WHAT HAS HE DONE? I GO OFF TO THE STORE AND BUY ALL THIS HEALTHY FOOD AND COOK IT..."
*and i say "mom. he is the reason we are ABLE to buy food. and live in a house. and you have your nice car."
*but she still acts like oh, poor her, she works so hard and he is counteracting it all. all her cooking and driving.



Jnr100: my day was not half that busy or annoying

contemplative and tchaikovsky... lol. i am so bored i am downloading classical music. well actually, its the stuff i have to audtition with so i might as well hear what it SHOULD sound like...

i am very bored. many thanks to cristina for making two days of mine fun, but now im back in my house, in my stuffy office, and i think my deoderant isnt working (and i had to share that.)

p diddy is 33. did anyone think/know that? weird. i dont know, how old are most rappers?

my mom is being nice, yet very fucking annoying. she still insists that i eat healthy things. she goes "well its hard switching over when you have a sweet tooth." SHE EATS MORE JUNK THAN I DO, I AM ALREADY HEALTHY!!! all i eat is chocolate- i mean, all the junk food i eat. just chocolate. and chocolate is not junk food, its special.

ahh now i have also had a dream about mushroomdiddy! perfetto... yes good times, even tho he really was only THERE he just kinda was staring blankly and didnt say anything. well how could he say anything i dont know what he would say, and my brain doesnt make stuff up about ppl unless i know them well.

my leg has an icepack on it. yep, i tried running today. not too good. i also had a dentist appointment and the long and short of it is i need to floss constantly and massage my gums with a toothbrush while im reading or watching tv or something because i have gingivitis and theyre not a healthy color and theyre too sensitive. yeah i could tell, theyre was kinda blood all over my mouth while she was cleaning. okay, so ill floss, i dunno about the massaging part... and hey, i dont smile with my teeth, so who really gives a shit.

i dont want braces, i dont want braces, i dont want braces... please god please! hes probably laughing saying "haha so she thinks she can be religious now... ha!"

lizzie and i had a discussion about this man who was sentenced to life after sucking boys toes. we also attempted to come up with a word for it. using a latin dictionary, i came up with "digitoplantar (having to do withthe toes and foot) sex" and "performing digito". well i typed sucking toes into google just for fun and i got so many porno links. crazy. i dont get it. turns out their called foot jobs, "If you enjoy watching beautiful women giving foot jobs and
sucking toes, you have found the site to fulfill your fantasies! ..." very weird. doesnt sound too enticing, but hey, things can get pretty lonely for middle-aged-single-men-living-in-shacks, and thats when those kinds of websites become their only company. im not sorry for them, theyre bloody pervs.

i wanna go to rock the mic so bad.

i havent eaten much today, exercise is making me less hungry. maybe my body is instead using up the fat on my hips and i will become stick-like. or at least normal.

not much else to talk about. cept i found out one of my baby fishies has a black tail. very cool. when ure as bored as i am.

waaay too much running. i am dead. however the helper-guy from redwood is waay hot. and he was pretty nice when i told him i was gonna throw up. hm. nice, hot guy...

im "awake" cuz i woke up after having a good dream... p diddy was in it hurrah!
at my old school... yeah well i never did get his autograph, well still he was there.

its completely logical, last night i alternated between south park and making the band. ahhh i was dying of laughter- from both of them. south park is obvious, but making the band was very amusing too because p diddy was so HONEST with telling the ppl what was wrong with them. i wouldnt like that... but these ppl get payed for being on the show dont they? so its okay? anyway, he tells the white girl her stomachs sticking out too much and shes saggy all over, another guy he needs to work out a lot, two other guys they need dermatologists, and the other girl she needs a new hairstyle, and that their song was BORING (which it was).

why is that funny? i guess it was at the time, cuz theyre the kinda ppl that are too confident and all. wait now i feel bad. if i was like, for example, justin timberlake or something telling them that, i would hunt him down and shoot him. i am going to anyway. pointless subject

too bad i have running soon. gonna kill myself.

over the past few days... well, really, nothing new has happened. my mom has been keeping me from eating anything that tastes good (what the hell is that, a diet?!!), i have been achey for no apparent reason (well i guess i have been walking... so sue me, stupid legs!), and i called just about 20 people and nobody could go to the fair. of course that is something that would happen on the very last day. so i didnt go to the fair. great. its just sinking in what crap this july is. oh wait, good movies! yeah, well that also involves people. people who screen their phone calls and go on family trips.

oh, one good thing though. i have a hammock (for reading harry potter), and i fired my dad (now-ex-chem-tutor). actually my mom kinda ended the torture when she overheard me ask a question and he started yelling "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE THINGS SO DIFFICULT?!!!". so she called up this thing to find me a tutor, and then told dad the next day. hah. he deserves it.

ok so that brings up the point, why does austin have to spend her summer getting through half the chem book? well a, because my mom is psychoparanoid, and b, a long story. just remind yourself things could be worse. i also half to practice violin like the devil's after me (...like running, kinda...) cuz i have to audition again for the youth symphony and "need" to get first violin. and i have to do the stupid running thing.

at least i have one friend, even if she is a year younger than me. yeah, theres only one other sophmore girl there, and she looks/acts/talks like shes 12. scared the shit out of me when she told me she was 15. sacro merda di piccione! (btw, there was a kid they quoted about the fair in the marin IJ whose last name is piccione, haha!) oh so yeah, i could become friends with the guys... NOT. weirdos. blech. ok the phones ringing now... its almost 10... hey maybe my dad has to get off the couch and go to the hospital to drug someone up heehee. i am a spiteful person today. (hence the "predatory"... well thats also cuz theres no good food in the house that my mom will let me make/eat and i may have to eat my brother.)

ive been thinking a lot about guys, those hot ones whose faces i cant remember cuz i need need need to be back in school, crazy i know. i saw the best movie ever, well not really, called "while you were sleeping" with sandra bullock and the guy from independence day and the guy who looks like hes made of wax. well sandra bullock works at the subway place and she sees this guy and decides he is THE one for her even though she has never even talked to him. well i dont wanna give the rest away, you should see it, but ITS A MOVIE I COULD FINALLY RELATE TO. ahhhhhh yes that happens to me a lot. so yeah, then i remembered this guy that liked me in 5th grade and i had liked him before that and if my life would have been different if we had gone out or something. really stupid i kno, but my 5th grade year was crap and i cant believe i took advantage of the situation cuz he was such a nice little kid to me... and isnt it true that the people that went out with someone sometime back then tend to go out with people more after that? yeah im screwed up, i'd probably still have ended up this way. damn i talk to much

well one more thing. i hate terrorists. i want to work for the CIA so i can personally track down and kill terrorists and other bad guys of that sort. ya know why?

ITS THE REASON IM NOT IN ITALY RIGHT NOW


ciao
-austin combs (or combes?)

PS omg omg terrance is in the running camp now! hahahahahahahahah!!!!!!! it makes sense and all, he runs... fast too... but seeing him just cracks me up!!!!!