these last few days+today.
on thursday i spent most of the day cleaning up my room so i could go to june's house and help re-arange her room. that night proved to be one of the best ever. 'twas a day filled with cleaning, moving furniture, cuddling, and kissing.

the following day, friday, phil, a friend who i hadnt seen all summmer, and myself went thrift store shopping. his aunt came along so it would legal for him to drive me. so, we went to our first stop, cast-a-way, which was closed.*shakes fists* we then decided to the salvation army. a young male really needs a friend along when thrifting, it boosts your confidence...to venture into the women's section. i purchased size three, girl pants, a suit jacket, a white vinil belt. oh, yeah, we also went into sky high comics where we interupted a hard-core magic game. after the salvation army we walked to a music store and played random instuments.
phil's stomach was eating itself, which took us to del taco, the place where you can get a taco...and fries. the guy that took our order came up to us while we where eating and asked "are you guys in band?"(i guess we just look like musicians or something)
us:"yes"
him:"cool because i have this wherehouse in point loma where im putting together a show. what kind of music are you?"
us:"art rock. what about you?"
him:(mistakingly hears us say hard rock)"yeah, same thing, metal"
phil and i exchanged strange looks. the guy gave us his number, his name was markus(with a k!), he wrote it out like the metalica logo.

we went back to phil's house and called a friend which called a friend, also a guy that lives next to phil on the "rez" tagged along.
we jammed outside for alittle while...in the dark.

it gets interesting here: so Me, Phil, Rane, Mo, and thomas were going to skate this trench thing, well thomas ditched us at crucial point.
"hey f--kers what the f--ck are you doing here!?"
"umm,skating?"
"Well, what the f--k!"proceeds to talk gangster.
Rane put the light on him for a second where he saw either a bat, a large stick, a sword, or a shot gun.
we ran away really, really fast. when we got back mo left.(we thought we would find him dead in the morning). the rest of us went into phils car and had a deep talks about the universe over Godspeed you black emperor!
such scary music. we also listened to the equally frightening, the books. i shed a few tears during the converstation, im not sure why.
rane and thomas left, so phil and i played music. at 12 we made random frozen food. around 1 o'clock we decided to watch amelie, which we figured we put us to sleep.(sorry, i forgot, but when everyone was still there we had a danse party to the faint)
so, phil, and i watched it, the whole thing. at 330 we whatched it again, this time falling alseep...umm...on the same couch, dont worry nothing happened, heh. phil took over the whole couch by morning, so i moved to his bed which had a guitar and a bass on it, oww. he gave me a cool hat for buying him a sobe. phil and i's adventure ended when he drove me to a store near my house, and we parted ways*tear*.

saturday, when i got home from phil's tassia called me up and invited me to a pool party,which june was going to so i decided to go. well, i went. i didnt go in the pool for a long time for reasons i dont feel like taking about.
when i did it was fun, i guess. yeah, i was very upset after dinner because june planned on staying the night, and drinking.
i felt horrible and cried. we talked and talked untill she said she wouldnt. the people at the party then played Sol caliber, a fighting game. i joined in and was the first to beat greg, the master of the game. then i left. i called tassia's cell and left voice and text messages because i was worried about june. she(june) called back and everything was ok, i hope they didnt stay up too late.

and here i am, the day that my mother is driving 12 hours to see me for the first time in 10 years. i dont know what im going to say her. i wrote this about her. i exited the womb, into a world with out you.
you didn't care. you lied to me. you abandoned me. you dont care.
all of these years, i was the one to call, on mother's day of all days.
you didnt answer.
seasons and holidays came and went, never once did i hear your voice. stagering and drunk you called, hoping to reconcile. How could i?
you are worthless to me
and how does it feel to have birthed a child that hates you?
i hope to see you again,on the day dressed in black.

yes, so i had a lot of mood swings during recalling of this, from laughing, smiling, to sighing, and crying.in the end i dont feel too well.

farewell.