I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin No one ever died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell At least the ones I got away with MAN. I LOVE Green Day. I'm so mad. They didn't come to Hershey this time. I got me a new xanga: bangxbangxromance. Check it out, biznatches. I might write in that more than in here because I'm retarded like that. Homecoming. The 15th. Gr. I want a date and four guys I had in mind aren't exactly what I want. One's taken, one's very immature (what did I expect?), one is... well, a prep, and the other one is most likely taken. Just my luck. I signed up for Bowling Club. I want to do it. There are so many people I haven't talked to in forever in that club. So. I met Stephen and Vinnie. Both from the rival high school. Sadly, I'm not allowed to talk to Stephen because he's Katie's ex and blah blah blah drama. And Vinnie! God, I love that freshman. It was FREEZING and here is this skinny little skater boy, taking off his shirt. Ha ha! Today, Nicole came over and we hung out at the park, which was drenched because it had rained for two days straight. Then Manzo (flippin' love that kid too) and two other kids on their bikes kept doing tricks for us. They always do. Crazy kids. So tomorrow, Nicole and I are going to Applebee's. Yes! I ♥ Applebee's. ♥♥♥