I haven't made a journal in the longest time, and I figure putting up an update of er, my life or someshit, would be a good idea. In a few months, I'll probably put up memory and funtimes journals, but for right now..too lazy.

The power went out at Family Foods, so I'm here at the library amongst a bunch of little kids looking at porn and playing Runescape and several customers which gave me shocked expressions, because GASP, you..you mean you don't LIVE at the store?
Friggin Eva was walking around outside smoking her 900th cigarette and people still kept trying to come into the store. Seriously, I love how they had to put a damn sign up, because everyone probably walked into the door facefirst (like that guy who died that we're not supposed to talk about )

Lots of fun things to look forward to. Next month we're going to see The Birthday Massacre at the House of Blues in Chicago, and there won't be a bunch of retarded ass death metal bands screaming about how much they hate Jesus and check out their Myspace pages. Then I've got Kristina's birthday to look forward to. THEN hopefully if Angelina picks up her damn phone sometime, I've got my marvelous week of paid vacation to Minnesota.

I think it's settled that I'll be moving in November. I mean...seriously, I need to move. I'm half-excited, half-scared shitless, and very confused. But honestly, I am so fucking done with Warrenville, and Family Foods, and the entire DuPage County area. The suburbs are too quiet, and even though I don't know everyone personally, I see the same people everyday, and there's no place to actually go and meet new and interesting human beings. Everyone's always stoned or wasted, or stealing car parts. I'm sick of everyone telling me there's something wrong with ME and not with this town and the people in it. You know, I'm well aware that I'm freaking weird and crazy (like my friends, seriously) and I fucking love it. I get SO insulted when people tell me to calm down or shut up or to...be normal? What the fuck does that even mean? Does it mean smoke this joint and take some sleeping pills and I'll be all set?

People in the suburbs are so closed-off from the rest of the world, anytime they go to visit someplace, like a different town or state, they might as well be visiting a different country, or planet. But mostly they just like sitting at home and doing something quiet like watching tv or masturbating to some crappy porn they get on their Teevo. Sometimes I enjoy the confused looks and raised eyebrows I get when I tell these jerks the kinds of things my friends and I do, the kinds of things I'd like to do. But now it's really annoying the shit out of me.

And guy-wise, this place is dead. There is no place to meet 'fine young gentlemen' in this place. All of my friends are finding their Prince Charmings, and the only option I've got here is some drunk loser that works in the produce department and lives with his parents. Gosh, but I'm ever so lucky.

And still I have doubts, you know. I feel like I'll never find a guy that's not only not an asshole (because everyone seems to think that's enough. They're all like 'go to a church, you'll find a nice guy there' I'm like are you kidding me...) but that I uh, actually have shit in common with and can have fun with. That I can actually be FRIENDS with too, you know. I can't fucking stand sitting still, I always have to be doing something, going somewhere, doing something fun and crazy fantastic...since I can't do that here, and never could, I've been going crazy for the longest time. Everyone here is lazy and boring and might as well have been eaten by the couch.

I want fucking excitement, and I fucking deserve it. I want a LIFE, and it sure as shit can't happen here.

The End (or in the rabbit's case, in ITS end)