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The_Redrum_Murderer
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Name: Josh
Location: Madison County, Mississippi, United States
Birthday: 12/5/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: I like learning about people and how they act in all situations of life. And I like living and dealing with life, in general. It's a never-ending challenge.
Expertise: "There is nothing but this music."
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
AIM:  hellbentsoldier
Member Since:
12/19/2004
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| "If I do not find You in this life, let me know the lack; one glance from Your eyes and my life is Yours."
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| Man I am frustrated. When I sit down and think about the fact
that I really don't have one person in particular to just spend an
entire day with, it bugs me. Because, out of the three good
friends I have, Scott, Devon, and Matt, they have their girlfriends or
their own agendas that don't always call for me being around
them. Everyone else? I either don't know 'em too well, or
they're doing drugs. I mean this whole summer was set for me to
work, work out, hang a little, and sleep. Not necessarily great
fun, but atleast time consuming.
This shit is not fun at all. I'm uncomfortable, bored out of me
head trying to find things to do to occupy time. I'll play my
guitar a little when nobody's able to do anything, or I'll beat the
same video game over and over again. They took the gym away from
me so from time to time I'll do crunches and push ups just to pass time
positively and productively. But when it comes down to it, a
guitar cant go to the movies with me. I can't eat an entire pizza
by myself and just have fun chilling out alone at my house. All
emo-ness aside, I don't deserve it. My last summer to actually
have alotta free time and fun before I start getting a job that will
swallow up the most of my time. This is fucked up, and I guess
I'm just tired of sitting here doing nothing, but when it comes down to
it I don't know where to look for good things to do. I'm not
doing no drugs, I'm not going to church, because half the ones at
Highlands are a buncha potheaded preps.
I'm just. . . pretty upset about the whole thing. But hey, I'm
whining right now, because I haven't been able to openly in
awhile. I hate whining, but. . . gets it outta ya, sometimes.
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| Alot has gone on since that last entry. Believe you me, I'm doing
a good deal better. Last week was my trip to Destin with
Danielle. I had alot of fun, and she did too, so it was a well
deserved trip anyhow.
I love you.
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| I am a mother fucking prophet. I knew you would do this.
And it's not that I didn't have faith that it wouldn't happen, it's
just I knew it would.
Now, let's see what happens because of this.
I am not going to have my fun in this summer be ruined for you.
So fuck it. If I have to stay fucked up, working jobs day in and
day out and meet. . . new people. . . who cares huh?
Peace.
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| After working at The Club on Lake Harbor for nearly 3 years, never
being late, being a straight-edge, loyal, dependable, blemishless
worker, I have been fired for missing one shift. I had to work at
Abners and the Club at the same time, and I called the Club ahead of
time, but they never found a worker for me so they fired me.
There is an alterior motive. There's something more political
going on than this.
So, now I'm out of a job- a good paying job, I have nothing to do with
my spare time, everyone I know is either with their girlfriends or
getting high. . . still. I am devoid, deprived, and somewhat
depressed. The one thing that has me more down than people would
expect is the fact that I have no where to work out anymore. No
Joseph. No big Jimmy. I'm pissed. off.
But I'm gonna try not to let these get me down. I go to Destin
next week, so I should have some fun there. After three years of
going no where anywhere, being stuck here. . . I'll take anything.
I miss Danielle.
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