3:17am // 10/15/00
Well holy shit god damn. It's been forever and a day since I've written in here, eh? It's not that I've been lazy, I just haven't been getting online. So here's a small update as to what's been going on.

Me and my best friend aren't speaking with each other. It all started when she called me on the Friday night of my birthday and said she was busy and would call me the next day to go out and do something for my birthday. Well, I called her around 2pm the next day and she said she'd call me back when her mom got home and we'd go out. Well, at about 6, I was already pretty fucking pissed she hadn't called yet and was even more pissed when I called her house and she wasn't there. Ditched for a boy. Don't you love when that happens? I'm not totally sure that's what happened but I'm almost damned positive and that pisses me off more than anything you know considering *I'm* the one that hooked them up. She could have at least called and cancelled so I wouldn't be sitting at home waiting for her call looking like a fucking jackass. Anyways, fuck that, I'm sick of shit like that. Then she goes and tells people she apologized to me which is bullshit. She never fucking apologized. I would have accepted it but it's hard to accept it when you don't hear it.

Moving on. . .

Wanna hear a funny story? Check it out. Me and my friend Sarah went out to this place called the mill (it's a big stone structure that looks like something out of the fucking discovery channel) to light off some fireworks. When we got there 3 other cars showed up. Ends up they came up there to shoot. Anyways, we were playing with the fireworks and these two dumb bitches come up and ask if they can have some. Sarah simple said, "Not to be rude but no" and when they kept just standing there she said "Okay, I do mean to be rude, NO". They walked off and went down to their friends and started talking shit. Well, we started talking shit to them from where we were and blah blah. Anyways, we went to get in Sarah's car and we heard "DYKES", me and Sarah looked at each other and knew what was going to happen. Shit was gonna go down. When we were pulling away, the two bitches were staring at us and i simply SCREAMED "Do you have a fucking staring problem?". They got an attitude, we got out of the car and started bitching them out. Sounds pussy yes, but better than getting thrown in jail. Then I said "Do anything fucking stupid as we're leaving and we're going to make you eat the bumpers of your car." We got back in Sarahs car and what'd they do? Start yelling shit at us. Sarah fishtailed her car around, came to a sliding stop, I got out with nothing and Sarah got out with a bat (Which is wise considering there were 8 of them, 4 girls, 4 boys, and only 2 of us). I start going after this one bitch and she starts running yelling "You guys, they're coming after me, HELP HELP" which now is fucking hilarious but at that time i just wanted to fucking kill her. I finally got her up on the hill and her boyfriend got in front of her and I simply walked around him and grabs his little girlfriends sweatshirt and put the fear of fucking god into her. She was almost crying, and she started blaming everything on her friend. When I knew she was just about to piss her pants, we went to her friend and did the same thing. It was god damned fucking hilarious. They needed to be taught a lesson and I think me and Sarah taught it to them.

Moving on. . .

I've been to a couple good shows lately. I saw my friends band 7 Choices play tonight. They've gotten a hell of a lot better and I'm proud of them.

Here's some links to some Reno scene webpages:

http://www.renopunk.com/
http://renoshows.cjb.net
http://www.renohardcore.com/

Anyways, that's all for now. Hopefully I'll be updating this more often. Please have some patience :P



-n0fx

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