Life In Hell

To start, let me say that I am pissed off. Not at you, at my parents. I mentioned to you that I would most likely be spending some time in Omaha this break. I was literally one click from booking the tickets for the flight when my parents told me I couldn't go. Some bullshit about saving money for the summer when I study abroad. I didn't buy into that lame excuse. So now I am stuck here. And my anger thrust outward. I couldn't direct it to my parents, who just bought me an expensive new computer. So you became the scape goat. So Amy, of all the possibilities out there, I made you the scape goat!

You were just the easy target. I'm not really hurt, just very frustrated. I have a lot of weight on my shoulders right now. And my parents are not making matters any easier. Plus I never seem to be able to sleep in Houston. Something about the lack of sound here. Or maybe my allergies.

As for the whole party thing, your invitation was dubious at best. You call me at 10:30 offering to give me directions to a party containing no one that I knew and that you would not show up to till 2:00. What I said was true that night - I was asleep by 11:30. I had been out all day shopping. It wears a person down. Also, my parents are not very comfortable with me going to a party at some random place in Houston at 11:00 at night. They are rather strict on that regard. So in other words, it wasn't really a possibility for me.

Merry Christmas Amy. Merry Christmas David if you read this. I hope you both had a good Christmas. I will try to get a hold of both of you in the coming days. AS for New Years, I really don't feel the urge to get drunk with strangers. I am free if you want to go see a movie, or just want to hang. Let me know.

P.S. My Space Ghost DVD is better than your Aqua Teen DVD.

OK Amy, this one is directed entirely towards you. As you well know, I am currently in Houston, where I have approximately two friends who are not somehow family members. One, a person I met at HBU, I have not talked to since the summer, but eventually I may get around to saying hi. The other is you. I feel that we are close friends, that we somewhat enjoy each others company, etc. Though lately it seems like I am the one always trying to make things work. That's ok, to a point. In New York, you are two floors down from me, and it is not that difficult to stop by and ask if you are busy, if you want to go to a movie or what not. And do to the powers of aim, we can both start up conversations anytime we want to. Here in Texas, it is first an odyssey just to get a hold of you. Once this monumental task is accomplished, I must then try to arrange some sort of get together. Not that this is easy, because the times that I am able to get a hold of you, you generally are out with your friends already doing something. It is amazing how these friends that you claim to be somewhat estranged with always want to hang out with you.

You say that it is alright for me to give you calls and make offers to hang out, yet calling everyday and never getting a reply makes me feel like an asshole for always pestering you, and unwanted. Then I do get a hold of you and you say that everything is cool and that you'll give me a call so that we will plan something, and that call never comes. I've learned not to expect it.

I guess what I am saying is that my feelings are a little hurt. I don't like getting the runaround just to hang out with someone, which if we do hang out will probably consist of me going over to your house to watch tv. Not that I don't enjoy watching tv, but I could do the same boring activity at my house. You are supposed to know Houston. I would like to actually do interesting things. I hate Houston enough already - I would rather be in New York or even Omaha chilling with my high school friends. But I can't. So I have to do my best here.

Last summer, over a three month period, I saw you once. This was after I had expressed an ernest desire to hang out with you more. But you were always tired, and overworked. (Not much really changes for you in that regard.) I can understand that. But this winter, I was hoping that we could hang out more.

I am already pissed at my parents for not letting me go to Omaha with my own money, and with my mother just for usual reasons, and I am just venting right now. I apologize. It is just that you can sometimes really piss me off.

So with that being said, I am going to drastically reduce the number of calls I send your way. I don't like phone calls too much to begin with. If you want to hang out, give me a call. Obviously, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are out of the question to hang out. You are more than welcome to call, of course. Also, the 27th is bad for me, for I am going to the wedding of some cousin of my mother's whom I've never met. Maybe I'll give you a call sometime after that. But for now, I'm done calling. I just don't see the point to it.

So i was like how do i post. oh how oh how do i post. then i got it. and by the way yeah. so what do i do here. i mean what am i supose to do here. its like. oh yeah so anyway... that party kevin was great. um at any rate. this is the end

So kiddies, here is the plan:

I want to go see the final Matrix movie. I heard that it sucks. I don't care. I don't know if I want to do it Thursday, Friday, or Saturday. I just want to see it.

I also am going to an informational meeting about teaching English abroad in Japan on Friday (6-8 pm). This could interfere with things a wee bit.

David wants to go to a party with me and Amy. I am up for this as well, but I still get dizzy when I think of alcohol. So me no be drinking.

Anything else to mention on this post to whoever? Oh yes, my documentary.

...Wait, I don't have a documentary. Um, watched the Karate Kid already, still need to see Cannibal the Musical, don't think I have any homework...Except all that damn Wagner shit. I'll worry about that later, as in right now.

Criky! How the hell do you spell that word? Doesn't matter, because now I can post. Soon I'll have my own site and a picture and user info, but for now this is all you get.