summer 2009 has been absolutely nothing short of amazing.


so much has happened. lots of good things and also bad thing. things from getting pulled behind dylan's truck on a piano dolly in motocross gear, to the street races, the OKC road trip, the countless party attempts at chris's house, broken bones, lots of hospital visits, trips to the lake, lots of partying, and staying toked up, hanging out with my sister, meeting new people, and hanging out with old friends. for the most part, i wouldnt change a damn thing, but i would deffinitely add some things if i could. i have regrets. but regrets from NOT doing things rather than regrets from doing something that i wasnt proud of. this summer, i walked away with countless cuts and bruises, broken growth plates in my left wrist, something broken in my shoulder, broken bone in my foot, a concussion, a new dent for dylans truck, lol, and memories that i wouldnt trade for anything in the world. i can honestly say that this summer has been one of the best. oh, and we cant forget about all the fights. those were some of the best parts. like breaking a guys vertibre in his back and breaking his lung. good times. and yeah, some fights that lead to me getting messed up as you can see from one of the pictures on my myspace... same night though, dylan  broke some one's face and ripped his arm out of the socket:) oh, another good time. the time when i finished off all of chris's ever clear. damn, i was fucking wasted that night. but yet, still it was an amazing night.   i wish i could just go back and do it all over again. i really do.




well, atleast i have summer 2010 to look forward to!:)

i need some one's opinion....


am i fucking retarded for feeling that i can trust my mom enough to be able to tell her something and count on her not telling people? (if that makes sense???)


like, i tell my mom stuff to help her out and to try and make her feel less stressed out about shit. and what does she do? she not only stabs me in the back once, not twice, but three fucking times.

is that wrong to feel like i can confide in her?


is that normal for a mother, who is supposed to love you and care about you and take care of you and protect, is that normal for her to do? like seriously...



im just so fucking pissed off right now. mostly at myself.
this really just puts me in one of my moods where i just want to beat the fuck out of someone and not stop until they cant even take a breathe. i hate when i get like this, but its pretty much always my mom that does this to me. and i really cant take it anymore.



and as for my sister, she is fucking stupid. she needs to pick NEW friends that ACTUALLY give a shit about her and wont ever fuck her over like the friends she has now.

some shit thats been going on lately has had me pretty bummed out.

some stuff happened, and i thought i was going to make sacrifices for the best.
but no.... it WOULD HAVE been for the worst.



but now that i look back on it, i wish i would have just done it.


basically, i got kinda screwed in this whole ordeal.
which is super lame and  its been making me feel really bummed out and depressed lately.



ugh. life is wack. why cant everything just be easy?
oh, because then it wouldnt be life.


and music has been alot less appealing than it used to be lately.

hey donny.
i hope you're having fun up there man.
im gunna miss chillin with you. whether we were smokin some herb, or breaking open perfectly
good grape supremes, just to end up rollin them in joint papers, or just sitting around
your house doing absolutely nothing. haha, good times. i remember sitting at your house one day when
a few of us skipped school, and you were trying to teach me how to play world of warcraft.
i honestly didnt understand that game at all. or that time that i rocked out a little bit
too hard on rock band and broke the pedal thing to the drumset. my bad bro. i can
still remember when i met you. it was like pretty soon after me and nathan started
chillin with lauren. and there you were walkin down the street trippin on something.
you looked like a totally hippie. and i asked you if i could have a cigarette and
you pulled out those nasty ass grape supremes. haha. and i kept asking you for more and
you kept thinkin each time that it was the first one you gave me. and you were telling
me to make my bike into a big bong, which i ended up doing by the way:) and that time your
mom made you guys smoke that whole q.p. or how ever much it was. i just love how all my
memories of you involve smoking. no matter what we were doing, you were always making
some body laugh, and you were never serious about anything. i love it. there was just
never a dull moment when i was with you. i would give anything to have you back here
with us. and im sure countless other people would too.i can honestly say you will always
be in my heart for ever. we'll never forget you. you'll be with all of us for ever.
i love you man.