Dammit...

Even though Catch 22 is a substandard band who can't write an album without a song making a pathetic attempt to bash Kalnoky, I very begrudgingly have to admit that Dinosaur Sounds is a fairly good album.

I still don't like them though.

Working on going to New England for New Years. There's a Bid D show in Boston December 29. Um, how sick would that be? Also, I'd be up there with Lars, and Kelcy (cousin), and seeing as its New England and New Years, there will be a virtual shit ton of parties. And snowboarding. 

I think this needs to happen. Also, I will have an excellent soundtrack for it.

Today was by far better than yesterday, work was good, probably more than good. 

I had fun, I was on top of things, I was sociable and outgoing and happy, and I think I actually cheered Donald up a little bit today. He was still being quiet, sulky, reclusive Donald, so I drew a smiley face on his hand and told him that he could look at it and be happy. I'll have to check back with him and see if it worked. 

I'm working a day shift everyday this week, except Tuesday, which I have completely off, and Wednesday, when I'm working a night shift. 

So mad money, plus free nights.

Riddle Rachel This: why is it that I only hear about families being fucked up? No one I know anymore really has a nondysfunctional family. Well, Karina's family is alright as far as I can tell. Other than that, however, everyone has either had a really fucked up family, or is in the process of having it fucked up. And the thing is, I can sit here and say all I want that I refuse to let that happen to me, but the reality is, it's not easily, if at all, preventable. 

The world, when you really delve deeply into it, is really fucked up.

Which is why, I know all I want to do in my lifetime is write/preform music, find my other half, and open a coffee shop, preferably with Cassie, Andy, Marleny, and Paul. Garrett too if he wants. 

Don't mistake me for apathetic, because I'm certainly not; I just want to be able to enjoy my time, and not get hung up on fucked up people, or families, or situations. 

Except I keep falling for people like, with their fucked up situations to boot.

Well there's enough "fucks" in this to rate it R.

Sweet.

Goddammit no one reads this...