craptastic voyage

on friday night Jason and Amanda came over and we watched Dead Ringers and it was great...yesterday i went over to my parents'...i found one of the missing pages from my novel, then i thought maybe there was only one missing page but when i got back home and tried to match it up i realized there are actually two missing pages (well, one now)...a little while later i went over to Jason/Amanda's...we mostly just watched Nightmare on Elm Street 3...it was exciting, yeah...then after that i went back over to my parents' to try to find the missing page...i searched and searched and searched but couldn't find it...i did some searching in the attic as well and of course got covered in fiberglass, but to top that i fucking managed to get fiberglass in my mouth...at first i was careful not to take my coke with me into the attic, but after several attempts of going around searching back and forth, my higher levels of thought process escaped me and i did bring it with me and finished off its last two sips...it wasn't the absolute worst thing ever, but i can certainly say it wasn't comfortable...so i didn't find that page, but i did run across a couple other things that will console me into thinking the second trip out there wasn't a total waste...i found my Zelda watch AGAIN...that time my sister came over to my apartment on mother's day, she saw it and commented on how she was upset that i had founded and had wanted it for herself...then i fucking find it in her room (which used to be my room when i lived there, so it was where i was searching for the much-talked-about missing page...) so she fucking came to my apartment and stole my fucking Zelda watch...well, i can safely say she'll never be allowed back in my fucking apartment again...not that she's over here often, actually that was the first time she had been over here...i've had enough of her shit stealing from me back in the old days of living with the folks...and now this, so yeah, my sister is no longer welcome in any structure that is currently my home...anyway, in one of my attic rummages i found another group of old old old papers...partially containg a few POEMS that i wrote in HIGH SCHOOL...just the thought of them makes me cringe with all of hell's fury, or something...i'm not sure what that means, but i know if i ever want to reach the pinnacle of embarrassment, well, i have the proper tools...aye aye aye...well, i'm hoping maybe that other page is hiding somewhere in the stacks of papers i've brought back, i'll just have to go through them all again, this time going through each page one by one...yeah, fucking exciting...bah...