I'm sorry that this journal has been stretched out a bit, but I wouldn't be able to describe the new tattoo that I want. Well, I could, but you wouldn't understand because I'd drag it on to be longer than it really had to be. I'm sure I could go to TinyPic or something, but I just woke up and I can't do anything but type right now. So please forgive me for the stretched journal and I will get on with everything.This (to the left) is the tattoo I'm going to get in August. I don't know why, but the second I saw this picture, I knew that this was gonna be my back piece. I had to have it. And I will be getting it. Don't worry though. I'm going to get everything relating to Warped Tour 13/'07 removed. The guitars won't have any band logos on them and there won't be the AT&T logo either. All the words will be removed and my last name will be in the big scroll at the top. Underneath it, where the fancy squiggle lines are, I'm going to have the date I was born. And that for now is all I can think to do of it. It's going to be in full color too. The spiderweb is going to be stretched across my whole back as well. I can't wait! smile Oh and if anyone who reads my journals is reading this, do you remember my last journal? About the 7 Deadly Sins and the 7 Heavenly Virtues? Well, that idea is gone now. Instead of gettting both, I'm going to get just the sins. My buddy Dom is going to get the virtues. Mine on the left, his on the right. Then the one sin/virtue that we like the most or the one that defines us, will go on the opposite arm.
So I got kicked out of my house and stayed away for a little over a month, I believe. I stayed at a couple places and the last place I stayed at, I was kicked out of too. I won't go into details as to how I got kicked out, but let's just say some illegal activity was going down. So I had to come back home. To be honest, I really had no desire to come back, but I guess I had to. It's unfortunate though, I was really having fun with my friend Dom. We never did anything but walk to places. My pants are loose again! Whoot! But I've been home now for a couple days and I'm already getting sick of it and seeing why I wanted to leave in the first place. But whatever.
So last night was my first night up at the movies in a couple months. Apparently there was supposed to be a huge reunion of all the kids that used to go up there. I was excited to go up there and see everybody, but it didn't exactly turn out the way my brother and I had pictured. Okay. So first we went to the mall. Walked around for a bit. Like we used to do. Mall then movies. We left there and headed up to the movies. When we got there, the cops were already telling people (some of them were there for the reunion) to move along or to leave. I was out of cigarettes anyway so Vance (my brother/best friend) and I walked to a gas station on Falkenburg and got a pack. We walked back to the movies on 60, which is a major road in Brandon. When we got back, more people finally showed up and it was a sort of small reunion. In my head, I pictured tons of people to be there. Anyway. We were all sitting on this little circular brick thing with plants (lol) and my brother was sitting by himself. Well this kid who I just met, Corey, was talking about these black kids who were pacing back 'n forth around the circular brick thing with plants and out of nowhere my brother gets punched in the mouth. Then some other kid comes up and starts wailing on him, but Vance blocked those. Then he was turning to go sit back down after standing up and he got punched in the side of the head. His eyebrow was cut open and he was bleeding pretty bad. I gotta tell you, I haven't been that pissed off in a minute. I wish I could've kicked one of them in the mouth. UGH!!! Then the police showed up, doing something good for once. They caught one of the kids but not the other two. It turned out though that two of our other friends were hit too. Not as much as Vance, but enough to file a report. OH! And someone said that the black kids had pulled a gun on our friend Ganja. Assholes, seriously. Two hours later, Mommy dearest picked us up and we went home.
