Well, I'm killer bored today. First damn thing after I got up was go move a solid maple table. Holy god that thing was damn heavy. I had to move a whole bunch of other crap too, but none of those were as heavy as that damn table. Solid fucking maple. Who the hell makes a table out of solid fucking maple?!? Sweet greivous my arms were tired. They're still sore too. But yeah...I watched Constantine last night. That was a sick movie. Anyone who hasn't seen it should go see it right now. One of the best movies I've ever seen. Anyways...I'm looking forwards to after dinner when me and John go see Episode III. He hasn't seen it yet and he only has a few more days down here in southern Ontario, so he's going to call his dad and we'll mooch off him to go see it. This also means I'm not going to Andrew's party, but he understands. Which is a good thing, because if he didn't, he probably wouldn't stop calling me a whore. Oh well. And it's amazing that everyone just starts caring about what I do and me all the sudden. Last night when everyone apparently heard I wasn't going to Andrew's party, they all came on and were like "What the hell?" and I was like "Look, I'm not going. Get over it." and of course they rambled on and stuff, but I just stopped paying attention to them after a while. And even this morning, I was talking to Nikki about my plan to slay all those who I hate, and I was just joking around, but the conversation went from my plan, to what would happen, and then I was like "Why the hell do you care so much? It's not like anyone would care if I died." and she said something after that, I don't remember what it was, but I just don't get it. Nobody cares about me. Sometimes I wonder if my family does. Ad now everybody suddenly freaks out because I'm not going to some party, and everybody would care if I died. I doubt it. Nobody cares. Comment if you think I'm fucking crazy and somebody does care, or comment as well, if you agree with my thoughts. Later.