I want to take Karate lessons.

I took them when I was a kid, because everyone was doing it and I thought it was cool. I got a good amount of belt levels up before I quit. Stupid decision, me. I'd totally be a kickass black belt by now if I'd stuck with it. So I want to go back, like now. The only problem I have is that the age group I could jump in with meets twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays from around 6-8. Mom doesn't usually get home till 7ish so she won't be able to drive me, and it's sort of far to bike. Especially if I'm gonna be tired coming back.

Sort of miffed about it. I guess if I really want to do it, I'll have to suck it up and take the 25-minute bike ride. Maybe if I ask real nice, I could get picked up at the end and throw my bike in the trunk. Between that and asking for money to even go to the lessons, I'm sure she'll be thrilled with me. Too bad she won't let me get another job, otherwise I could pay for it myself. But I digress. I WANT KARATE.

Oh motherfuckaaaa~

Current Music: Tenacious D - KARATE

Well. The first week is over. I'm ready to break fingers.


( Friends cut, for students' eyes only )

Now that that's taken care of, whatcha all doin' this weekend? And don't say homework or I'll punch you <3

Hah. First day of school and I can already feel the walls closing in on me. It wasn't even a proper day and I was so anxious to get the hell out of there, it's a little pathetic.


Alright, alright. Maybe I don't take the whole 'readjusting' idea well. For a long time there I was hoping I wouldn't have to go back to school and that would be that. But obviously that plan never worked out, and here I am, bitching about the first day. I'm dead fuckin' tired from waking up so early, so chances are I'll be crashing pretty soon (If Reno and mom will turn the stupid TV down. GOD, the two of them with their shows, it's ridiculous). I should probably be grateful that they accepted me instead of complaining, but. This hasn't been easy, let's leave it at that. Enter further whiny shit here.


Saw Roxas again today. Know you're reading this, stalker. Is it warm in my shirt? I sure miss it. Tell me your schedule when you get the chance so I can see what classes we've got together, okay? Oh, I also met another kid from the journals, the headmaster's nephew. Xehanort, if I remember right. Ran into him by accident, nice kid. Oh, haha- you're probably reading this, too. Leave your schedule as well while you're at it. If I'm gonna to suffer, you bums are gonna suffer with me, etc.


Alright. A snack and then bed.

Current Location: home
Current Music: MCR... shut up, they're decent

Man. School tomorrow. Oh winter break, you were far too fleeting!!

Firstly, I met a kid named Roxas. He's also new at Pencey, and it's kind of steadying my stupid nerves to know I know at lease one person at that school. I'll talk more about this another time, though.

Secondly, I got my class schedule and man oh man, you won't believe how many classes they've got me taking. Math, Biology, Psych, English, Chemistry, History, Physics, and Philosophy. P.E. too but that's not a real class. I mean LOOK at that! All together that's 9 classes and I don't know WHY there are so many all at once like that. I'm hoping there's a mistake or something, otherwise this school means serious business. I'm doomed.


( Thirdly, this. )

Sitting at home and watching cartoon reruns only keeps its charm for so long. While I am personally a fan of rotting my brain with nonsense, even that bores me eventually. So, as a spur of the moment thing, because I'm a spur of the moment kind of guy, I grabbed my jacket and went for a walk. I figured that if anything, I could go to that store a few blocks away and get some candy or something. I like to rot my body, too.

Now this may seem like a total sidetrack, but I promise it comes in to play later. I know that it takes a special kind of stupid to get a tattoo on your face. Well slap a helmet on and call me dumbass, because I did just that over a year ago. Despite it being a weak time in my (so-far overall weak) life, I like my tattoo. There's stuff behind it and it means a lot to me and whatever. I won't get into that now.

Anyway, I was taking this walk and made it all the way to little store a few blocks away. I've got four dollars and a pocketfull of dreams, and I want some chocolate. I decide on Snickers, two of them, and go to pay. And man, the way this guy looks at me, it's just something else. Like I had two heads or something. I know my appearance can be slightly... startling to some, but really? I haven't gotten a reaction like that in a long time.

There are a lot of reasons why I got my tattoo. And yes, at 15, one of the reasons was to get a reaction out of people. For the record, my mom freaked and it was awesome. But aside from that, I liked being different. I know I'm volatile, might as well hang a warning sign for the sake of others, right? I'm a saint, really.

Usually that guy in the store wouldn't bother me. But as I was walking home and eating my peanutty treat, I realized something. I'm starting a new school in a few days, and everyone there is going to be meeting me for the first time. When I got the tattoo, everyone I had contact with already knew me. But these people at this new school don't know me, and you only get one chance to make a first impression. I like to tell myself that I don't care what others think of me, but a teeny tiny part of me actually does. I left my old school with no friends. Zip. Nada. Zero. And as I got back home and flicked on the TV again, I realized that I'd probably like to have a friend. I'd like to meet someone to watch TV with and stuff.


Hah, I guess that was pretty lame. Forget I said anything.

I swear to god, I will maim my mother if she offers me leftover fruit cake again. No one wanted it on Christmas, and no one fucking wants it now. I wouldn't mind some leftover sweet potatoes, but those are long gone, courtesy of me. I love sweet potatoes, damnit. Curse me for not rationing them!

In any case, it's now January first and that means I've got a week until school. Faaaaaantastic. When it was still the tail ends of Decemeber, the first day seemed really far away. I'm not sure how that works, but time is tricky and I don't care to find out her secrets (that ruins the fun, after all.) Now it's officially 2007 and I'm officially starting high school in a week. Fuck me running, another year of what is sure to be misery.

Not that I hate school, really. I just don't care for it, at all. You'll find more doodles in my books instead of notes, because that's just the way I am. If I had a nickel for every time someone told me that I should 'stop dawdling and live up to my potential', I could buy that shiny new Zippo down at the mall. The one with all the engravings and shit, it's pretty wicked and I COVET IT. Anyway, the point is school's not my thing, really.

It's a new place, though. I'll do my best not to mess it up, but these things happen. Like how singeing my best friend's eyebrows off in fourth grade because he stole my cookies just happened. And how getting suspended for kicking the water fountain off it's pipes last year just happened. My mother groans and says something about me needing a father and I ask her how the heck some drunk deadbeat hanging around would help things from happening. Then she clenches her jaw and Reno tells me that if she cries, he'll snap my neck. Brotherly love, man.

I love my family, though. I don't act out because daddy doesn't love me or because mommy has to work a lot. I don't care about that stuff because between mom and Reno and me, things are good. I act out because I'm effin' bored. All the time. School is always boring and people are always boring and life is just so obnoxiously boring. A long time ago, I took it upon myself to make it a little less boring and a little more... how should I put this... entertaining? Yes. For me. Entertaining for me.



And really? I know someone else, secretly, in the deepest darkest blackest parts of their subconscious, will like it too. Life is a show, and if you want to watch mine, all you have to do is ask.

Current Location: home