im angry... can you tell?

its my good friend Ambers birthday today :) Sept.20!!! she's 18 today :) YAY!!! so Amber, i hope that you have an awesome day :) youre 18 now brotha!!! you can go to BINGO :) and buy papers :P and porn :P hahaha j/k... and you can buy lottery tickets!!! WOO HOO!!! you can go to A.C!!! HAHAHAHAHA good stuff :) i really wish i could be there with you, but alas i can not :( which is sad. but im for sure gonna try my hardest to come see you on saturday :) cause you know i luv ya sweets :)
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY!!! :)

"the road of life is full of bumps and sharp turns, so strap on your seatbelt unless you want to fly through the windsheild"
i thought that was kind of a fun quote type dealy thing...
anyways yeah... im just sittin' here listenin' to Tool-Schicm, but its the string tribute, which is amazing. everytime i hear it i just sit and reminise and think about the memories that this song brings back. i just wish i could go back to those times where i really was happy... but alas i can not. which is the shaftiest thing ever. so i guess im just stuck here in hell, until something good happens to me... which wont. the story of my life.

i originally wrote this poem for remembrance day in grade 4, but i thought in these circumstances i could use it today. it is the anniversary of the horrible terrorist attack on the twin towers and the pentagon... Sept 11. so many innocent people lost their lives one year ago today, if i believed in god i would pray that nothing happens today, instead... all i have is hope. lets hope that nothing happens, nobody else needs to lose their life! we dont need anymore war. who knows... maybe this will be a turning point in our time and peace will prevail... doubt it. but its nice to dream.
heres the poem.
remember when the skies were grey
and soldiers faught everyday
people died and then youd say
oh why? oh why? please dont take them away!
guns were shot and fog came in
shelters were built and bodies were singed (bad spelling)
prisinors were taken away... beaten, battered, abused, hopes shattered
soldiers faught for peace and more... hoping that they could end the war!

this pic is kinda gross and morbid like even... i doodled it while i was at work and i think its pretty cool. just wanted to post it fer somethin to do i guess... it kinda reminds me of chelsea when she wakes up in the morning! hahaha just jokin with ya dude! anyways i'll prally make this update more interesting when im not fully retarted from lack of sleep! later yo's!

there was a sign, a sign of mine
i stole it from the street
our ash tray was full and pretty gross said the people we did meet
this is the worst poem in the world
la de da de da blah blah somethin that rhymes with world... the end
im extremely tired and exhausted...coma toast style even... i have the worst case of the stupids ever and i havent slept all weekend, so im not making much sense. anyways heres a pic of the ass tray in our hotel room in montreal. we didnt empty it out all wknd, it was gross, but funny... and its sitting on the no parking sign i stole, that was also funny... this is an utterly pointless update i must say, but what are ya gonna do eh?
PEACE