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fuckmylife.com

i just discovered this website, and it's been keeping me mildly amused.
it's pretty much enjoyable the same way failblog is fun to read.
so you should indulge yourself as well: http://www.fmylife.com/

ex:
Today, my mom decided to tell me about her new boyfriend. I know him. I've slept with him. FML
#11697 (18) - 02/06/2009 at 2:23pm by Noname in 'sex'
I agree, your life is f***ed (11234)
you deserved that one (1939)

i never knew that when every time i read, and i get a headache and the words start shaking, that there was a term for this, and it could be treated. i was informed i had astigmatism, and if i didn't do something about it, it would get worse. so pops took me to the eye glass place and got me a pair of reading glasses.
now i can truly look like a loser when i read alone and peripherally watch/be jealous of couples enjoying themselves with one another.

this really cute woman that's one of my instructors at school always talks to me and stuff like shes my friend. i've seen her when i was very drunk downtown a couple of times and shes pretty nice, kind of an idiot, but pretty nice. she asked me if i wanted to a part of an art show somewhere off of mills where you get paid to have a gallery up, and you can sell your pieces, and there's free alcohol.
i'm not really sure any of the details yet, but it felt really awesome to be recognized by a teacher, and have them offer it out of the blue. all i know is that it's in a couple of month's which is awesome, because i have like 3 or 4 pieces that i just started, that will probably be much easier to complete now that i have some sort of motivation.

on a somewhat related note- i only have 4 months of school left, which is crazy. it's going to be nice to live all growed up and never have to worry about school again.

and on a totally unrelated note - incase you missed it, here's what jake sounds/looks like if he were to sing for khann

friday preston and i did a two player practice for like 3 hours after getting real high, and that was good, it was needed. after all that i walked up to abc with lyle to get beer and noticed what looked like a thousand freaks on bicycles. to leave it to thompson: "i was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things. won't be long now before they tear us to shreds."
basically what it felt like. it's still really weird to me how cliche/trendy the whole bike punk thing is in orlando. it's awesome to see such growth, but not in certain lights. i guess exploitation is always bound to happen with something good. either way, it was funny because on the walk back from abc, kyle jumped out of the bushes and nearly made me shit my pants, but the first thing he mentioned was how lame critical mass was for the same reasons. got real drunk at preston and lyle's, steph, dylan and kevin came over to get more drunk. somehow the idea came up to go to the flea market the next day and everyone was all about it. saturday morning rolls around and it seems like i was the only one who was serious. so i ended up going with zach, and having a good time either way. i always forget what the flea market is like, but then quickly reminded. it's like going to highschool in the town that gummo was shot in or something. zach got his palm read, i bought a knife, and pet baby goats. nothing really too much better than that. we went to this new vegan restaurant on 50 called the lovin hut, and it was really weird. it's run by a cult or something, but they make good food. we went to the show at hoops later than night and it was a really different atmosphere than the past couple shows, but in a good way. some shirtless spanish guy got thrown out by his throat, and that was cool. i seriously thought he was going to get murdered. today i was supposed to record but i'm very hungover, smelly, and exhausted, finishing my painting seems much more desirable.