Shit. it's monday and i dont feel like capitalizing or punctuating...come to thing of it, though, i
never feel like doing it. the only reason i even bother to is out of PURE habit or to make a point. some would say im lazy, some would read WAAAY too much into it; like my german friend (whom i need to harass) who though i didnt capitalize because of some strange sense of self loathing. its pretty funny because my self loathing manifests itself in MUCH more bizarre ways.
at least i got to see Antidote last night. of course, i spend the whole time, almost, away from the pit, but i made the mistake of getting in so that i could 'experience' the band more correctly. i was doing a good job of staying 'away' from the action, but there was this lame ass skin head who kept trying to pull me into the action. combined with the music, i kind of couldn't help myself. shorty almost ate it, so, i tried to help him, but, as a result, my leg got trapped under some tool that fell behind me, and i was kind of trapped underneath someone with a pit going on all around me. i'm no bitch, and i love a good pit, but, in the end, my glasses got a bit fucked. gay, but 'twas a small price to pay to see Antidote on their first texas shows EVER. ...and, you can't really beat a shirt+2 cds gor $20.
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i've been rather ... um ... depressed(?) lately. im not entirely sure that 'depressed' is the right word, but it kind of connotates correctly. or mayb it conjugates correctly. who knows/cares? back on topic. when i was in the hospital, i did some research on the life expectancy of the 'average' acquired brain injury patient. turns out that most people end up offing themselves within the first 2-3 years after recovery. of course, there isn't a lot of reasoning as to 'why'; im of the opinion that the people doing the research dont look into any notes or anything as to 'why?' they kill themselves. its actually kind of scary, as its something like 80% mortality rate from suicide. my opinion is that they [being the people with ABIs] commit self-icide because life just gets 'too hard' for them to put up with. shit. it was insanly difficult for me to make friends or fin d a girlfriend before, but, NOW, i have like a million things against me for all sorts of stuff. hell, im kind of constantly in fear that im gonna get fired every day i walk into work. i know that its not a very REAL fear but 'tis there, nonetheless. pizza isnt my strong suit, anyway; i just do it so i can afford to go to red7 and buy comics and smoke cigarettes and drink. i dont know. id probably work ANY shit-job as long as it paid the bills, gave me just enough disposable income and wasnt completely mind numbing. fuck. id even do data entry again...and that SUX. shit, id mop up puke and shit and piss from old people if it paid me about 9-10/hr. i just dont give a fuck. im not out to create any kind of legacy or have any kind of support for the progenies i dont have. i dont wanna get married or have kids or any of that. i figure that i most likely will not see my 60th birthday [at the latest], so, its not like it really matters. if im going to hell anyway, why the hell not have a good time before spending an eternity enduring the victim's side of a Hostel-esque situation? i cant think of a reason, can you?..oh, right, i just remembered that i dont care. i will say that i am definitely looking forward to going mad. it should be great fun. fuck, id almost induce it, if i could control the manifestations of my insanity. id be on the most awesome quest to destroy the world since lovecraft's Cthulhu mythos.