No, I didn't fail my road test. I don't suck that much. In fact, I fancy myself as quite a cautious and safe driver. I was screwed out of taking it by the idiocy of one of my parental units, Mother Petteruto. Now, my mom isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, she's kind of ditzy, but she's a good woman so I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. But she royally fucked everything up today. I depart for Pawtucket around 7 AM to get some road time in before taking the test at 8:30. I did Ok except for some school zones, but I chalk that up to being nervous. At about 8 we rolled in to where the test is being taken. I waited, and went over everything I needed to stop for and what to do about backing up and such. The instructor came around 8:20 to greet us and then, a grand revelation was upon myself and my Father. I was not on the list. So, off we were to the main DMV building to straighten everything up. Turns out that my road test was scheduled for YESTERDAY. For months, my mother had been spouting the 'May 8th' date over and over and over again to the point of redundancy. Well, she fucked it up. After learning of this info, my road test was rescheduled to the 21st. So, we left, going to LaSalle. My father was going apeshit. He was the maddest I had ever seen him in my life. Seriously. So, school sucked as usual. I didn't have a lunch, causing much hunger and much boredom due to hunger. I then went home and slept for a bit and was awoken by my brother's stupid ass toys that make noise and annoy me so. Those fucking toys. So, in conclusion, this day sucked. Current Music: Black Label Society - "Stillborn"

Third week of Xian Service down.....two more to go. The day started with a Keefe class where we discussed genocide. I of course was on top of my game, spewing answers like Zarathrusta. Yes, I spake. I spake well. Then came 10 minutes of accounting. The class that really tugs at my emotions. I hate accounting. It is gay and it is suck, but the teacher is REALLY nice to me and she always gives me second chances when I lazy out of things. Its not like say, a Jimmy Quinn class where I both hate the class and dislike the teacher. So, I can't really act assholish during it or I feel like I've upset the teacher. It really sux0rs. We (Will Sibilia & I) then departed for Xian Service (minus one Brett Thornton) in his truck, blaring early Metallica the whole ride there. It was a step up from the usual Dave Matthews Band that is heard on our first two trips. Nothing like 'Hit the Lights' or 'Jump in the Fire' to get you psyched for 90 minutes of sitting around and saying words of encouragement to Alzheimer's stricken people who are being put to work by the EVIL~! Feinstein Alzheimer's Art Department. Soon enough we arrived back at the Academy, where I moped around until I left. SInce then, I haven't done much. I get my license (hopefully) tomorrow. And whence I do, there will be much METAL in my (mother's) MINI-VAN OF FUCKING CARNAGE. Watch out road, because you will soon feel the wrath of BLACK FUCKING METAL! ARRRRGGHHH....or as Jo Jo Sushi would say, HHHGGRRRRA! Current Music: Liquid Tension Experiment - "Paradigm Shift"

Take the What High School Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel. Finally, I take part in the STAPLE~! of online journaling....meaningless tests! Current Music: Immolation - "Of Martyrs and Men"

Sunday: USWF. DEATH TOURNAMENT. Milhouse (Stanson) and Greg (Drew) started things off with a lightbulb match that rocked the house, even if they had some major time constraints. I doubt the spinebuster spot through the deck steps will ever be surpassed in terms of brutality. Good job, guys. By the way, Greg won. Next was Smokey & Scotty Slotts (Mike Phelan) in a Thumbtack match. After a brutal Angel's Wings (Sitting Pedigree) onto the tacks, Smokey got in my face. I had to layeth down the law and POWERBOMB THAT SHIT DOWN~! The crowd popped big time. Aside from that, it was a great match which involved some big time juice from the Smokester. Smokey wins after a Smokey Stash to the tacks. I reluctantly count the three...... The last Death match was Mr. Glen taking on Loverboy in a Thumbtack Balloon/Ladder match. This match was the f'n crazy shit, with Lover taking a deck spot in nothing but a pink G-string. Very sexual. The other non-Death matches were good too, Xtreme v. Draven in particular. X is just a fucking amazing wrestler. Big props to Draven too. The Battle of the Steves was a success! Monday was the blah blah blee blee bloo. I did skip gym for the second Day 7 in a row. I hope I don't get caught. Nothing special happened. Everyday I find it harder to get up and go to school, I mean, every bit of work is meaningless now. Hell, if you aren't graduating, you should know it by now. Unlike years before, I am NOT failing any classes, and should pull into the finals with an 85+ accumulative average. Fo sheezie. One mad phat shout out goes to Rob Van Ulmschneider who answered my e-mail in his latest Rob Journal. Keep on fightin' those fires. You are a true American hero. Current Music: Deviates - "The End"

Aha....with a rant out of my system I will now update thee about my day. Simply put....today absolutely sucked. Usually Fridays are somewhat entertaining, as most people are anxious to get out of school and do whatever they do on weekends, but today....no excitement, no nothing. I felt like I was smack dab in the middle of one giant BOREgasm. The only good period was B where I got assembled into my new project group of Tom Kane, Matt Karalekas, Jackie Grossi, and Cris "CYAHHHHHHH" Ryan. I know all of them good except for Jackie & Matt, but they seem cool. Funny, I always though Jackie hated my 'group' in Video Production (Matt Carpenter, Rob Ulmskittles, Ben Caccia, and Seany Foxw00ds) due to our lobnoxiousness (loud & obnoxious nature). I guess not. Well, good to know that not everyone hates my presence....woe is me. At Lunch, I sat by myself for a few minutes until I decided to move over and join Ryan, Cassie, and Ray. I wonder where the BACK TABLE OF DOOM~! crew went. I ended up seeing them towards the end of lunch. Perhaps they moved and didn't tell me. Woe is me. So, where do you guys sit now? I feel lonely at Lunch. After school, the Cable Guy came to fix my modem problem. Turns out that all I did was hit a button, which shut my internet off. Yes, I am that fucking dumb. The guy was mad that the customer service couldn't help me over the phone, but then said that this type of stuff happens all the time and causes unncessary house calls. My mom just arrived and brought with her the gift of a Chelo's Chicken Frisco Salad, I shall partake very soon. And oh yeah, my CD Burner absolutely rules it all. Why I didn't get one of these sumbitches earlier in my life, I'll never know. Current Music: Soulfly - "Seek and Strike"