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So, work was okay, not too bad, not great. It was slow, but easy. I enjoyed it, except for the whole I had to work..deal..yeah.

So, I punched out about 15 minutes early because Lisa and Andrea came in, which means I got to get to the show faster. Brian and I headed out at about 4:10, got there near 4:20. I didn’t know where the Hattrix was, until I saw a horde of kids with mohawks and leather jackets, so I took a hard left, parked 2 blocks down and we headed over. The Retarded, who I was going photograph, had finished alreayd and Yate Kids were halfway done.

Criminal Minds came on, and a little after I walked outside with Brian where kids were like “Matt come here”. Llogan got trashed, like bad. So I had her sit in my truck and I kept her company, and after about 20 minutes the cops came. While waiting for her to get better, buzzed kdis kept comming over and acting goofy, so I guess the neighbors called the cops. It felt like hell. They got my ID and stuff, made me sit on my car bumper and went through my stuff. I had/have nothign to hide, but I was stil tweakin’, listening to Llogan whimper cold and drunk in my truck. The cop kept asking questions, and let MEgan and Rachel (who were there for a while) to go, but I had to stay since it was my truck. It felt like 2 hours wiaitng for Llogan’s parents to come by, sitting on the bumper, staring at the suqad car and its flashing lights, Llogan in the backward crying and cold. I don’t think I’ll ever drink, I mean, I did nothing wrong but it just made me not want to, ever.

Her parents came, the cops told her everything, I thought for sure her parents would flip out seeing me on bumper by the cop, but they didn’t. The cop explained what I did, and her parents thanked be and tried for a good 5 minutes to get Llogan out of the truck; I didn’t watch. I was tweaked, and kinda sad.

But, the cop let me go and I headed back to the show, Phrenology had just started to set up. We hung at the bar talking to Mark and a few others. I moshed some, Brian made me, I’m glad. Then I saw this hott chick, names Jessica, turns out she is Niki’s sister. I was buying merch, and she was near me, we hadn’t talked yet, and Niki barked at me, “Don’t you go near my sister”, or something like that. Its funny because of that I started talking to her. She seems really cool, I didn’t get chance to ask her for her number, so I asked Biran to talk to her for me. It’s funny, now I am asking Biran for help when I used tot ry and help him, I feel accomplished.

But yea, after that we left, and came to my house listening to Phrenology’s CD. We played pool, talked about Victims of the State’s drummer issue. We have Mark on guitar, Brian on bass, myself vocals and possibly rhytmn guitar after a bit, but no real drummer. Jeff got grounded, and we could use Sam Jacobs, but its mostly JEff who talks to him, and we don’t knwo if we could practice at Sam’s house.

But oh well, it’s time to clean.

Ok, so I just got back from work about 20 minutes ago, and I am beat.

I got to work at about the usual time, ten minutes earlier (4:50). I punched in and started helpign with stuff, the day went slow though. It kept going and going, but then it went to pieces. It was around 7:30 or so, I was trying tog et a lot done so I could leave, and a few big orders came in. I started to ring, and two of Quinn’s friends asked for applications, I gave them each one. Then a kid who was with one of the orders asked how old you had to be, and it is fifteen and a half, but Quinn kept saying sixteen. Why? I kept aruging and she kept being, well, an incopentant moron. So her friends tried to give back the applications, and I gleefully took them. Of course, Quinn snapped at me to give them back, and I looked at her showing she didn’t fool anyone what she was trying to do. Honestly I don’t see what the problem wa,s maybe Quinn is racist? The other kid was after all black, it shouldn’t matter though.

But her gyuy friend knew Stewart, he works at White Castle with him, and they sat down and did their applications. So, I keep going on the register and the guy asks me for a pen/pencil, and I say we’re out, but of course Quinn snaps on him and me and runs to get a pen, leaving customers waiting.

I am really sick of her, she tells me to do stuff, but all today the stuff she had told me to do before and today she forgot to do. I love it when I see that.

But besides that, I got to look for carpet today. It sucked, but it was ncie because they delivered it to our house.

I woke up to the annoying buzzer this morning thinking it was something actually dangerous because of a hap-hazard dream, I hate that. I don’t even remember the dream, all I know is the buzzer ment something int he dream that was bad, so I punched my clock.

I got my bestest pup Nicky at my side, I love this dog. She gets scared so easy though, and if I don’t pet her with one hand she keeps pawing at my desk. Lol. Mmm. Nevermind, she took better interest to my blanket.

So, sorry for being sidetracked, I got up and went to the shower, but forgot it takes it like 5 minutes to warm up to a lukewarm. I got out, and god it is freezing cold! The shower was cold, so Ig ot even colder. I amm sitting here looking like winter just hit its worse.

But yeah, today is a fun, fun, fun B day. Shouldn’t be too bad; AP History is all review crap, we’re just painting our old paitnings in art, Journalism…is journalism, and Math just sucks :)

I get to hang with Logan today, woot, I am picking her up from Tremper and we’re heading to Subway for some food, then I gotta get her home by 4, and I need to be at work by 5.

God, it’s freaking freezing.

I forgot my hoody at work again, I don’t care. Today sucked, work sucked.

So, I left for work, and I was just quiet I guess, Lilah kept asking me what was wrong, hafl of tiem I didn’t hear her. I just kept doing sutff, I noticed myself not doing dishes as fast as normal, and Quinn had to say something, I know her heart was in its best though.

I have just been thinking about hwere my lif eis headed, I mean my time in Kenosha is almost up, only a little more than a year, not even. I am moving in October to Sturtaven (Spelling…) but I’ll still be at Indian Trail. Honestly, what do I have to show for myself? A large network of friends, half of who I talk to and have never really met, then I only hang out with maybe 3 of those people, then the rest I just see at school. Besides that, what big accomplishments do I have to show for myself? Nothing. All I have that I take pride in is nmdmatt.com, and what good is that, it’s a small unknown mostly liberal opinionated news site; how great.

I am going to UW Stevens Point and taking a double major in Computer Science (Systems, I forget) and Web & Media Development with a minor in Graphic Design. Wooohoo.

Morning Cyber-Readers.

Today should be interesting, and a lot of fun. I get the feeling there’s going to be a phone call to one of my classes, there’s going to be yelling, parents, and me loving it; but there’s also a chance there may not be.

All last night we (nmdmatt.com staff) were talking about it; Dom and Joe were also added as writers. It’s good, it helped balance it some; I know Joe is pretty good at writing and so is Dom, plus Dom is a Liberal Republican (sounds so funny :) ).

Ugh, I woke up this morning not wanting to wake up, I tried to sleep but I was perfectly awake, which is good because before I had crap sleep. I think sleeping to Social Distortion is helping me out, some nice calm music.

I did my math homework last night, and I actually…understood…it all. It’s amazing.

Well I have 18 minutes to brush my teeth, get my crap together, so I’ll blog later, possibly during Art to tell you all, not many…I think, about how the day went. Maybe I’ll miss a lot of classtime if I get called down..