Last night I crashed at Mark’s, and most of the night we spent having a talk about life. It was a good conversation, and it helped me think more about myself, and what the hell I am doing. I have political ideas and thoughts on what our country should do, but no way to express, no way to get my point accross. No one cares, so that ruins a lot of it, plus we live in Wisconsin, our capital is known to be the most liberal city, we also live in Kenosha, not much goes on here politically except the Bush driving through. I also realized my dreams are just that, dreams. There’s no way in my life my thoughts will work, especially with how society is going. There won’t be any peace, not while we have a war mongrel in office who thinks that war equals peace and solution. People won’t see that colour doesn’t matter, well not for a few generations atleast. Does this mean I’ll give up? Hell no. I decided to take an approach of just simply having a simple conversation with friends, discuss and then they’ll take their own idea; perhaps theirs influences others, and it spreads. With the racism thing, I’ve helped people realize it is infact immature, sure they aren’t pro-unity and stuff, but they aren’t atleast as half ignorant as before. No one cares in our generation, so we must try to get them to. Shoving ideas down peoples necks never works, that just pisses people off. Let people learn on their own, and they will go forward.
Yeah, so yesterday was fun. I hung out with Steff from about 12 till 3:40 when I had to go to work. She’s really a great girl. On my way to work, Quinn’s mom called me over. I thought she’d be yelling because of immature comments I said about Quinn, but she just gave a nice talk and asked what the deal was. I just explained I was pissed because Quinn always tells me to do stuff, but doesn’t always do it herself; not to mention everyone notices her being an asshole, for lack of better words, to me. I mean I know I am not perfect, Quinn likes to show this and always brings up how people say stuff about me messing up. Yet she doesn’t get I don’t care, people aren’t perfect and people mess up. Lilah even told me she isn’t too picky if someone forgets to do something. Like once I had stayed about 30 minutes later to help with dishes but I couldn’t stay anymore and had to go. Quinn got on and said Lilah was mad and she was too because I didn’t finish, but Lilah said to not worry because it didn’t bother her. I loved it.
Enough with work though, it pissed me off. I had to stay until 8:30 because we were missing 20$, Colleen said it was okay because it was probably a miss drop. So I sped to Mark’s to pick him up, got him and his guitar and went to my house to get my microphone. We then left for Jeff’s, we got there to see everything left on and on top volume, I was pissed because everything was moved, Mark was pissed because they used his crap and Jeff was supposed to make sure no one did. Whatever though, we set up and tested. I asked if Frank was there, the lil mexican japanese kid, he’s too cool, and he was. So we got a beat going and started yellin’ “we need Frank”. He wasn’t outside so I ran in and stole him, all the other kids followed to. We played Big Deal, we suck, but all the kids started a crap mosh, it made Brian feel good, me too.
We left, because Jeff told us to, and then the story goes to Mark’s house.
