You know what pisses me off? Part tres.

Ha!!! That'll show 'em.

coming home from my music school's new years recital (this means watching chinese children try to do latin dance and hip hop,aaarghhhh,it was the most embarrassing thing EVER) to find my filipino downstairs neighbors having a karaoke party. HELP

Living in this house with my dad. Don't get me wrong my parents have looked after me all my life and I'm grateful for that but over the past few years my Dad has been driving me up the walls, the only thing keeping me from leaving is the fact i'm still at sixth form and I doubt I could afford to move out on what I earn. We're two completely different people, he (along with my mum and brother too) has views that I hate and I have views that he hates, we just can't seem to get along for more than an hour without an argument or a fight. I might have to go stay with a mate just to get a break from this house. Damn it I'm starting to sound a bit emo... tune in next week for me sporting a long fringe walking the streets writing poetry about how no one understands me.

Got rejected for a grant...it was a pretty big grant: $4000/month for up to 9 months. The guy who got the grant is writing some bullshit redux on "The History of the Shotgun House in New Orleans" that has been done before a dozen times. I proposed to write a community study of a working class neighborhood in New Orleans from 1900 to 1920 that has never been given a serious historical treatment. The grant institution is top-heavy with fucking blue-blooded, hoity-toity Creoles in New Orleans who don't give two shits about the story of their poorer cousins from downtown, though so I guess I'm just SOL.

Fuck...That money would have enabled me to fly back and forth three times this year but now it looks like I'm just going to have to condense it all into two trips...I guess I'm going to be in New Orleans all summer long...fucking 98 degrees, fucking 98% humidity every fucking day....fuck.

Cock Sparrer tickets are now going for $200 bucks (at least asking price).

Scalpers are the scum of the fucking earth. I regret not buying extra tickets just so people who didn't get tickets could go without getting raped by shitstains trying to make a buck.

Just turned on my Sony laptop and the fucking screen is cracked. In the middle but at the bottom.

only being able to eat tin food and pasta for long durations of time, temporary isolation, no telly and on-and-off internet.

Where are you, in a Turkish friggin prison?

I am 2 days from picking up the keys to my place.. two fucking days. I'll be moved in by this saturday. I am at my fucking end, I don't think I could've made it another damn week.

....not getting laid in over a month.

working in an isolated native reservation school on the northern coast of british columbia until the summer

So I went to the bar tonight with a few friends, I bought a friend's friend her own body weight in alcohol, She was bitching about not being able to get hammered, which, In my book is a crime. I mean spent enough on her ass that I only get a buzz. So she does what everyone does and Runs off for some douchebag. Just a complete switch, like 180 degrees. No words spoken Bam. She's off on the other side of the bar all over some cockfag's dick. .....Sorry pardon me, I just bought you you're own body weight in alcohol, when you were broke, I mean I wasn't expecting to get laid...I look like an axe murderer, but fuck, stay and chat for a bit. Or at least acknowledge me. I mean at the very fucking least.

So I went to the bar tonight with a few friends, I bought a friend's friend her own body weight in alcohol, She was bitching about not being able to get hammered, which, In my book is a crime. I mean spent enough on her ass that I only get a buzz. So she does what everyone does and Runs off for some douchebag. Just a complete switch, like 180 degrees. No words spoken Bam. She's off on the other side of the bar all over some cockfag's dick. .....Sorry pardon me, I just bought you you're own body weight in alcohol, when you were broke, I mean I wasn't expecting to get laid...I look like an axe murderer, but fuck, stay and chat for a bit. Or at least acknowledge me. I mean at the very fucking least.

I also hate it when my computer lags.

Motherfuckin' taxes! For the past 10 years I've been doing them myself with no problems. This year is a major headache more than I could of ever imagined. Fuck being a contract employee, fuck a god damned 1099-misc and itemizing business expenses! FUCK YOU IRS!!!!!

I have to wait until next week to get tattooed. Boo.

going to the gym for a few weeks now, and then getting on the scale today to see that i gained 7 lbs. i need to switch from 'beer' to 'not beer'.

Sure it's not muscle weight? ...just trying to be an optimist and what not.