The Nightmare Week!!!

Dear god almighty thank you for putting this miserable week out of it's misery. The only good things that came from it were my kickass Vans Customs and my new-old guitar. But thats a different story. I must drag you back into the misery.

It all started when I realized that the family reunion was coming up (the only true source of my pain.)I was mildly psyched for this event because I would get to see all of my cousins who mostly kick ass, not to mention the great mexican food (yes I am one quarter Mexican) Then.... fuck it.. im too lazy to write anymore... see yall next week. -Nick "The giant asshole head dick with 2 eyes that were previously dog testicles"

If you want to know what happens to me from day to day, this is where you'll find it. Sadly you will probably be disappointed with the fact that I do nothing. Im gonna try my best to keep this updated but the novelty of this journal will wear off in about an hour and Im gonna get too lazy.

TodayI slept in until 10:30. When I finally sat up at around 11 I started to inventory. What I mean by "inventory" is checking what I have done in my sleep. Maybe I would grind my teeth, or broken a window ect. Today I had ground my teeth and knocked over my lamp. After taking inventory, I realized that my room looked like a landfill. To get to my door I stood on my bed and jumped onto a stool. Then it came to me. Where had I seen this before? Ahh... by simply jumping from my bed to my stool. I had become Mario. Suddenly it all came back to me like I was having a bad trip. The repetavie techno crap that pushed the limits on the Nintendo's cartridge with a limit of 8 different total noises. Then I remember my brother giving a tittie twister after I lost all of my lifes for the 3rd tiem. That bastard. So Im standing on the stool, looking at a cardboard box, my next platform. I jump off and land, but the cheap cardboard broke and I lost my footing. I had fallen into the bottomless pit. I would have to start at the beginning of the level again. Realizing I had taken my Mario fantasy too far, I got up and walked into the hall. My dad gave me the usual bit about cleaning my room and I threw the usual coffie cup at his fat round head. And here I am now.