I don't care who you've been sleeping with these days

You're outta my hair.




So here's the follow up to yesterday's post. We've caught two of our cats in the live animal trap so far, but not the one we're aiming for yet. So hopefully the two that have already been caught will be wise enough not to try eating the food in the cage again and the cat we want will come be a fool. About the dead chicken I found yesterday, well my mom called me while I was on the toilet, because moms always call at the most inopportune times. I didn't answer; I heard the phone from across the house and I still had to shit. So then she called me via my cellphone, which was in my shirt pocket (it's a flannel, I'm not really one of those guys that wears the t-shirts with pockets). I answered it and she told me that the chicken my sister had told her I was worried about was killed by a raccoon and didn't starve to death in the cage. That made me feel a lot better. I'd hate to think that it really was left to die in that cage with no one noticing its presence.

I went up to my aunt Kandi's house today. I think it's with a K. Anyway, my aunt Cris offered to make her and my cousin, Shandi, dinner this evening with my brother Zane. So I decided I'd go up and eat with them because I had nothing else to do on a Tuesday night since my mom went off to Myrtle Beach for the week. Well, let me start by saying that I am out of shape and need to start running and working out a little more this summer. I ran from my house all the way to my aunt's and was caughing and hypervenalating and all that jazz. It almost killed me, I swear. Anyway, so there was that. I don't get to see Kandi or Shandi very much anymore, so it was nice getting to see them and get to spend some time with them. I need to buy my ticket to Insubordination Fest.

So while we were there, we told lots of stories and shit to each other and laughed and laughed. It was a good time. Then my brother decided he needed to come out to them. That's always fun. This is how it happens when my brother decides to come out to someone: he starts talking about having a secret. He then tells someone that already knows to tell the people that don't know in the room what he's thinking. The people that already know refuse to tell because that's just kinda awkward, making the whole thing more awkward. Zane then gets really fucking goofy and avoids saying it, but won't change the subject. He just says "Guess! You know!" and no, they don't have any idea of what he's talking about. In this particular case, my aunt Cris eventually told Kandi and Shandi that he's gay for him and then he said, "You still love me, right?" and then started bawling his eyes out instantly. It's really rough to watch and he's geniunely concerned he's going to burn in a made-up hell. He's okay after a while though, and then gets confident and wants to start telling everyone, which, in this part of the world, is a bad idea in a lot of cases. And to think being gay is a choice? Why would anyone want to go through that voluntarilly?

I like you, blog. You make me happy inside. Alkaline Trio left their label, did I tell you? They've been using their soundcheck time to work on new material. Skiba says they're making a punk record. I am, needless to say, fucking stoked that they're doing an independent release and it's going to be a punk record. It's pretty much going to kill me, I'm pretty sure. American Steel are finished recording their new record, too, which is going to kick my ass. God, I love music so much. Here are my favorite bands: Propagandhi, Dillinger Four, Alkaline Trio, The Lawrence Arms, American Steel, Toys That Kill, Descendents, Dead to Me, blink-182, Weezer, NOFX, and whoever the fuck else I feel like! God, I especially love that first bunch, though. I can't get over how deeply I love certain bands and how amazing it is that I'm jealous of every type of sound they have. I hope I Forget makes me that jealous and proud one day. I love to be jealous of myself and wish I could always write songs perfectly. I Forget has maybe done it 3 or 4 times, I feel.

I'm doing a PowerPoint Presentation on Alkaline Trio in Computer Applications II.

I just joined a group on Facebook called "The word 'gay' is not a synonym for 'stupid'." And it's not. It really bothers me when someone says "That's gay," "Shut up, faggot," or "He's acting like a queer" because intentionally or not, you're being very offensive to someone around you.

Bleh.

Still gotta write my Holden narrative thing. I shouldn't put it off much longer. I think I'm gonna sleep and get a bath sometime tomorrow.

love,
Kyle