Today was profusely filled with kick assiness. I wake up at 12, write out an interview for digital media, get to class, and I found out the commercial I made was the one chosen to go on television. In addition to that, PVT will be paying me. But not the good kind of pay that I want. Payment in 80 dollars worth of cell phone accessories. I don't have bluetoof or anything, but that's cool. I could buy like three chargers and a few phone cases...

Aside from that, my instructor offered me some sort of work study. Chances are, the news channel in Roswell, which would be pretty kick ass. So ya know... Things are lookin better... I hope. =D

Just kidding. I'm not. But I sort of am, seeing how I forgot about you kids and all. I miss you.

I have been doing many various things. Still working at Pizza Hut. What a pizza monger I have become...

Aside from that, I'm in college now. I have three online classes and one actual real class. Digital media. The greatest fucking class I have ever been in. I have unlimited possibilites, some of which I have acted on. I have created a wonderful abstract idea I have no clue how to finish. I'll attatch the brand ass new link so you can witness it as well.

There hasn't been much to speak of that's happened otherwise.

So... Here you go. My video.

It's got Animal Collective, Broken Social Scene, Modest Mouse, and The Moldy Peaches!

I graduate on Friday... Sort of... Even though I'm a dropout with a GED, I still get to walk and act like it's a real diploma!

It's settled...

Friday night will be a night to not remember.

Tonite was pretty good despite work... The gay ass waitresses went on strike after they threatened a waitress who worked there for two years. The waitress got real upset and ended up quiting. But thanks to them, I had to do their goddamn jobs.

Pizza Hut unions should be nonexistant.

After that, I chilled all nite, up until now, with a bunch of my good friends. We smoked, some drank, we watched the Forbidden Zone, smoked, played Warioware, and drove to Roswell to eat at IHOP.

It was my first time there...

Good stuff.

Hey bitches... It's Danno again.

I've got something to gloat about. The gloating only consists of the subject: GED Results...

For four out of five of the tests on the GED, I am considered to be in the top 10 percentile of graduating SENIORS. Not GED recipients... Seniors dammit.

In addition to that, For the language arts/reading section, I got a 99 percent based on a 1 to 99 percent system...

I didn't miss a single problem.

Science was my worst subject. The only thing I wasn't in the top 10 percentile of.

I'm coming up in the world...

Told ya' so...

This was my day:

6:45 - Woke up and cursed my lack of pot.

8:00-3:30 - I took my GED in these wretched seven and a half hours. Continued to curse my sobriety.

3:30-5:00 - Driving and getting ready for work. I arrived at about 5:15

I continued to work until 11:45.

Fuck that shit.

I have been unproductively productive. All I've been doing is the following: Work, sleep, eat, piss, and work. Obviously, this leaves little to no time at all for defecation.

Work is starting to lose the shine and hope that I once thought it had. Stephanie was fired. That's one less driver. Now, the other few drivers have to put on her load too. I've been doing alot of that. Closing every night, taking over 30 deliveries... The money is nice, but the strain on my mind and body is becoming intolerable.

For the past two days, I've had to deliver to the old folks home. That is the most utterly depressing place I've ever encountered. I walked through the halls watching people so old they are no longer able to move by themselves. I watched the eyes staring at the ceiling waiting for death.

The place smelt of death and feces. It gave me a strange claustraphobic feeling. I saw no hope for these people.

While on a delivery today, I came up with a theory. One of the reasons fat people stay fat, is because alot of them have scales. Fuck that. Who cares how much you weigh day by day? Do something more productive goddammit.

I haven't read anything in ages. I've been getting stoned too much. But now is the time.

I'm taking my GED on the 11th.

The manager at work asked me if I would like the twentieth off.

Someone is making me a cake.

And I'm out of things to say.

Let's end this bitch.

Yesterday was my first day off in two weeks straight, so I did the common thing by deciding to try a new drug.

I tried LSA. LSD's legal cousin. And to be frank, I took way too much. I took about three times an average dose. Well... That fucking sucked. I expected it to be no big deal. I mean... I'm a big guy, right?

It felt as if I was shot in the ass by a traquilizer, and left to die in the sahara. It was like that for the first 5 hours. Then, my sister took me for a ride in my car to the river. My appreciation for the drug grew as I experienced speeds that normally were not as shocking.

I still have a little bit left...

Ups:

I made 36 dollars in tips.

I was offered a five dollar sucky sucky which I will probably take.

I love my job.

Downs:

I got my first moving citation.

I'll describe the downs in more detail now... I was driving, and I got pulled over. I was freaking out. The cop told me it was my license plate light that went out and that's why he pulled me over. Then, he found out that my insurance had expired three months ago. So I have to go to court before the 12th.

But on a lighter note, I think my negotiation skills can get me out of anything there.

I just had my first day at Pizza Hut. It was so amazing.

This was how my day went.

At first I went on a few delivery drives. I wasn't driving. I'm not able to until tomorrow. But either way, it's going to rock.

After that this is what happened:

I washed dishes.

I smoked while doing dishes.

I was fed breadsticks by beautiful women

My ass was slapped many times by a gorgeous lesbian

Women groped me and called me a big teddy bear.

That list repeated for the five hours I was there.

I found my niche. I'm no longer afraid to say any sexually rude comments. This isn't McDonalds. I no longer have to live in fear. I can smoke pot in the freezer, in my car, out the door...

I can sing and dance and be treated like Dionysus.

I have found heaven.

I don't have a problem with women running the country. But I do have a problem with Hillary running the country.

I have a feeling if she gets the nomination and ends up winning the election, I'm moving to England.

Not only would she be the first woman to become president... She'd be the first blonde woman. And based on the current trends of blonde women, now is not a good time to start.

We may have another Bush type presidency if she wins....

I am going for Obama...

I have stumbled upon a rare occurance an hour ago. I was in Wal Mart, purchasing Cokes for my Jack and Cokes...

But as soon as I walked in, I immediately felt that I was damned. And sure enough... I was.

Some crazy girl who hunted me down while I was attending the highschool here apparently works at Wal-Mart... Of all fucking places. So I walk by her and she grabs me and forces a conversation upon me. So I stand there, uncomfortably listening to what she had to say, nodding and giving one word responses.

But lo and behold! My music rival Jose calls my name! I look there and see him and tell the crazy wench that I'll be right back.

He told me he saw me in that terribly awkward situation. Then he said, "Man... I see you over there, and I'm thinking... He doesn't like Norma Jean. So I should leave him. But I had to help you."

I was safe.

Then we walked around the store talking, and avoiding her general location.

We finally arrived at the checkout station. He made me go first. Usually... A twelve pack of cokes costs 3.50 on the dot... The price jumped up to 3.98. I only had 3.50. Then, I asked Jose if he had fifty cents. So, he gave me a buck, and I gave him the seventy five cents. Then some random people got in line behind Jose. Jose rang up his items, and he was about fifty cents short. So the guys behind him lent him a dollar and told him to keep the change.

It was like an international haggling line. It gave me a little more faith in mankind.

And that... Is exactly what I live for.

HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW BITCHES!?

Two prom dates son...

Both are attractive and darling women.

One is retarded, the other is ditzy... But hey... I still fucking rock.

She's not really retarded though. I just try and convince her that she is...

But that's cool.

Except for the cost of dinner

And a tux.

I need to find another job...

Fucking girls.

HAHA!

Lost my chapstick...

Now, I am going apeshit.