(this entry isn't very funny) So I skipped work today. Why? Just because I fucking felt like it. Fuck 'em. I was gonna go do something today...but then...I decided I just wanted to sit around and enjoy my day. My friends were going paintballing...and, while that sounded like fun, I decided I didn't so much want to run around or shit like that today. Though, I still do want to shoot them. There really is nothing quite as exhilerating as causing your friends pain. Its just something that never gets old. Ahh the anguish of others. How I love it. I probably should have gone to work today. I DO need the money. But I've been gettin' pissed off with the people I've been working with lately so its just better for me to be away from them for a day. That and I've been getting really sore lately from work. Ya know..as much as bitch about my job, I just realized I never mentioned what it is that I do. I'm working for a quality control company through the Honda plant that is near my home. Yes, I know, what a shitty job. But hey its $9 an hour and thats the best I could find. Beside that, its only for the summer. Though, I am looking into working for a distribution center for Target here that pays $13. That would be awesome if I could get that job. But who knows? It would really be great to get a job that had something to do with my major. I need a job that works with computers, goddamnit. Just a nice little desk job where I can do computer work and maybe even get college credit would be fucking awesome. But thats probably not gonna happen. Why? Because nothing is allowed to go my way. That would deny the laws of the universe. Up would become down, in would become out, and the whole structure of existance would collapse. Not really, my live isn't that bad. I just like to bitch about stuff. But hey, whats a diary for if not to bitch about life? I want to float, On a plane or on a boat, To a new land, Just because I can. I want to go someplace new, Someplace golden, someplace blue. I want to be free To take what is mine. I want someplace happy, I want something devine. I want to go on a journey To a land so far away. I want to go someplace new, Where tomorrow is okay. Alright, that poem is retarded. I'm sorry you read it. I just tried to come up with something completely without thinking. No backspaces and no edits, just pure and simple retardation, fluent and complete. I'm gonna go now. I'm becoming dumber by the second.