Well it's been a month long absence since I've written in this thing, which I miraculously predicted in my previous entry. I had a great fourth of July with Stuart, it was crazy, everything culminated beautifully together that night. TrackMania, the Sims, Hannaford fried chicken, Franz Ferdinand (actually I gave him this one), all new addictions thanks to that bastard. And I still want to know what those damn girls said to us.

Speaking of girls, out of no where Jessica and Jill McDevitt showed up tonight along with two of their friends from Cornish. The other day they had apparently gone to the fair, and on their way back to Lovell, which they have just moved to, thought about stopping in here to see how I was doing or whatever. Seeing as how I hadn't seen them for a year. So since they hadn't stopped in then, 'cuz they were unsure if I would mind or something like that, they decided to stop in and see if I wanted to hang out with them and their friends tonight.

What I have failed to mention however, is that when I went into the kitchen to see who it was, I hadn't even gotten dressed. It was already 8 at night, so I didn't feel any need to get dressed since I hadn't by then, seeing as how I had no plans of going out today, which isn't unlike many other days (I'm such a lazy bastard). So I had on a sweatshirt and cargo pants that I had been wearing since yesterday, and glasses, not to mention horrible bed head (I need to get a hair-cut in a desperate way). So I was looking scrubbish to say the least. So after having Jess's friend ask, "is this the guy you wanted to ask?" (in a dubious tone I might add), Jess finally asked if I wanted to hang out with them tonight. So of course I agreed, but said I needed to get dressed first, which they definitely did not disagree with. So Jess says that they need to pick up some "ice at the store", but after that they'd come right back and pick me up. So I hurriedly ran upstairs to get ready and shit(not literally), and my light to my room burns out when I try to turn it on. So now it's 8:30 and I'm trying to get ready in near pitch black with all of my computer boxes and other miscellaneous shit lying around, only to find out an hour later that the light was merely unplugged somehow. Must have been from when I put in a different fan for my room earlier. In any case, this was after an hour of waiting, although I didn't think much of it. Most girls take forever getting ready or some other odd logic I told myself.

Well, it's midnight now, and no sign of them. So it seems as though I got stood up, which wouldn't be the first time. It really pisses me off, I mean I hope they didn't get in an accident or something, but something in me really doubts that there was a good excuse for not coming. Even if there was, they could have at least called me, and let me know. I guess it's not like I canceled any plans, it just seems like I keep giving this girl second chances and I get kicked in the balls for it. Oh well, we'll see tomorrow if I get some kind of apology or some such crap.

One thing that really scares me though, is the fact that I was so pumped to get out of Montana and come back here, work my ass off, get my license, supposedly have a relationship with Lesley or maybe someone else, skimboard my ass off, actually see the ocean, and by late fall be in Laguna Beach, living life and being happy. Well... it turns out I'm just a lazy pile of shit, and not doing anything with my life. When I got here, for the first two weeks, I was looking for jobs, and got my car, but when I realized I wouldn't get my license for a while, I just kind of let it go, and worked on my room in the meantime.

Well, that lasted a few weeks, and now look where I'm at. I'm unemployed, just now sending off my driving hours for my date to get my license, never even saw Lesley, in fact haven't spoken to her for 3 1/2 months, and I don't think I ever will again, had B.J. chosen over me (is that deja vu?), just now waiting for my wax to come for my skimboard, haven't even smelt the ocean air, and who the fuck knows if living in Laguna Beach is even possible? Fuck this shit, it's time I stopped being lazy and get the hell out of this town, there was a reason I dispised this coast. Unless something serious happens to make me stay here, I am out as soon as possible. Life is too short to waste.

Something positive however: In ten months I hope to be 45 pounds heavier. No I'm not going to be fat, but I am tired of being scrawnier than shit. Some how I am 180 right now, and I am not quite sure how that works. I may have freakish calves and a strong mid-section, but I am only three inches wide. Hell, I looked at what my body mass index is today, and I am borderline over-weight! How laughable. Now I know this may seem even more laughable, but I am seriously considering becoming a linebacker or a boxer. Boxing seems more plausible, but I can't think of anything more bad-ass right now, than becoming a linebacker. Well besides getting that '69 Camaro. Anyway, to put myself into further debt, I've been looking at the University of Georgia. Maybe go to a community college or something to get those credits to bump up my G.P.A. or something. I'd only need a 2.5 to get in, so it wouldn't be too hard. But... I really need to find something that I'll actually pursue, and Stick With. If I go to a community college and get all of the shitty courses out of the way, for a minimal cost, it may be a lot better experience academically at a university where I can concentrate on courses that I'd actually enjoy and feel like I was getting something done, instead of paying out of the butt for things I'm not interested in. If I went back to Montana that would be freaking killer too, to play in that stadium. Anyway, who knows about that whole linebacker thing, but what is life without dreams?

-Dan, dhurrikane@hotmail.com