melancholyI am getting so fed up. Whenever I actually care about something, it completely backfires in my face. when i don't care about anything, i am numb to my surroundings and it doesn't feel like disappointment.
I was told this week that i should write a song called "Shut the Hell UP!"
The lyrics could go like this:
If you're driving my van and the radio's on
shut the hell up cuz it's my favorite song
i don't care about how you grew up f'd
So let me alone, and shut the hell up.
We stayed in Stuttgart at what must have been German for "The Bates Motel." Nobody would do anything the day we got there so the night after the blood drive, we got a group together and went to the Fest. After the Fest, we took the train back and i almost got arrested for assault. I kicked a german dude in the ankle.
I never did find Bob's niece that works up there. I guess i will email them and tell them to get her to call me. I have to find this lady so i can sort out all this crap.
I am going to stab the next idiot who asks me if i am going to extend. I am serious. I hate this hell hole. Mike and Brian and Brian are not idiots. almost everybody else is a retard. that, or they frustrate me soooo much that i can't see straight anyway.
Taylor told me that i should get promoted so i can tell other e5's to shut up to their face, but i said i do that already. I hate this place.
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