11-01-1996

Well, we're on the bus, 8 hours of hell. I was kicked out of my seat in the back because I'm fucking gullible. I was moved to the front, along with Skip. It sucks. There is noone to talk to. I feel so alone. Still. This neck brace sucks. I'm hot. noone cares about me. They apologize and give me hugs when they bump into me, but they don't care about ME. I heard that this kid, named Kevin something, thought that my fall was the best part of this trip.
I'm arguing w/ Skip. I don't know what about. I think about how society is fine how it is, or something. Shut up Skip!! Damnit, you are pissing me off. I start the sentence, he finishes the conversation with his self. I don't care any more.
I want to stand up and talk to people. I can't stand Skip's speech about politics. his speech is a low drone. a boring olows drone. Skip also lost my new magazine. The one I was going to read on this Bus ride.

Well, I'm at home. I'm glad. That bus ride was long, and I'm glad it's over. I wish I had a girlfriend. I wish I had self esteem. I wish I had confidence.

Home is good. My chip came in the mail. I really do with I had a girlfriend.

::sigh::
-g'night.
home, at last.
to bitch and moan
at home, is far better
then to bitch and moan
any where else.