Nevermind
10/17/05
Crap. Wow – have the days gone by since I last…er, journaled! I hope that Mrs. Steiler won't get too pissed off at me.
Let's see – over the weekend Ben came home from college. We spent all of Friday night taking the retarded doorknob off of Brice's door. Brice sat there and watched us, crying in his own pity. Ben had to be a jackass and start yelling at him about it. Brice went hysterical and my father had to come in and stop Ben from ripping Brice in two.
I don't know when Ben is going to get that Brice has fucking problems that aren't his fault. It's Irina's. The stupid ass can't even take care of her own son.
On Saturday I finally went to band practice. Dewey was too amazed to see me that he didn't say anything about me missing the last two practices due to retarded detentions. After we rehearsed we discussed the idea of playing at CBGB's. Dewey's really psyched about the idea.
Good for him.
Sunday I had to take another dumb ass phone call from Billy again. This time I slammed the phone off on him.
Today in school he apologized for the connection getting screwed up.
Ack. Somebody save me!