outside of dA, im on a roller hockey team. its pretty kickass. pretty competative. my pa wont let me play tackle football and polo is too expensive, so i setttled for the next most competative game.

other than sports, its been the usual(playing tuba, playing in the drumline, being killed on (or rather off of)the horses, comitting suicide in sharpie fights...you name it).

lately, there hasnt realy been too many parties or trouble to get into. there was kinda a few over summer. i just sat and watched all the drunks fall off the motor home. ya, thats how i roll, a damned sraight edge. a poor fool. oh well, i guess its all for the better. in a way, its deeply upsetting: how much crap you can ingest or shoot or snuff to get your high. me, im high on life.

meanwhile, im still sitting at home, waiting for the big 18. not so im an "adult", or so i can do whatever the f*** i want, but so i can finaly go to boot camp. i hope to become a Marine and play tuba or sousaphone for the Corps.well, only 4 more years...

i guess my bro is good. hes in 29 palms with more training. hes also a Marine. he failed a test, but he was able to retake it. and he got assistance with the loss of 5 points. i havent heard from him in a few weeks.

on a better note: he comes home for a few weeks on december 19th.

thats that. im just liveing life. catching s**t as it thrown. bc, either way fits gunna hit the shan. haha.

but why am i babbling, who really reads crap like this anyways. h**l i could write: my name is bob and i live in a house, and nobody would care...(hmmm...)

my nmee is bob and i lvie in a huose

my nmee is bob and i lvie in a huose

my nmee is bob and i lvie in a huose
my nmee is bob and i lvie in a huose
my nmee is bob and i lvie in a huose

...wtf