Out Of Town @ MindSay

So basically my dad is the biggest asshole I've ever met. I cant stand him. I would do ANYTHING to get out of this fuckin house and out of this town. There's not one thing left here for me. I have no reason to stay. I have to get out of here. This town & everyone here are killing me. It's all just slowly suffocating me & I cant take it.

I hate this town.

I hate everything about this town... from the churches that attempt to brainwash everyone to the schools that keep us all locked up like prisoners.

And I especially hate how everyone in this damn town is scared to think for themselves, but I guess that should be expected when everyone has always basically been told "Oh, no, don't think for yourself, leave the thinking to someone else, and just copy their every move." Obviously being yourself isn't important to anyone anymore, everyone is just too busy trying to be just like everyone else that they've all lost everything that made them who they were. I basically live in a town full of clones that don't know who they are or where they're going, but I guess as long as they have someone to tell them exactly what to do all their lives they'll be just fine. It's just pathetic that people are too scared to be who they really are just because they think they have to fit in. It disgusts me.

I hate the way everyone here is scared to do anything. It is actually kinda sad. What's wrong with dancing up and down the streets at 2 a.m. with your friends singing any song you can think of, falling to the ground cuz you're laughing so hard and not being able to get up for at least 10 minutes????   Absolutely nothing, unless, of course, you live in my town where that is basically considered a sin cuz it just can't be right to have that much fun. Everyone here would be too scared to even breathe outside after 10 p.m. "oh god, what if soneone sees me?! no, i cant do anything at all. i must be perfect. and when i cant be perfect i just have to hide from the world." GAWD. people here disgust me.

There's not even one thing I like about this town. Well, I guess the only thing I like about this town is that because of the people here I can honestly say that I am probably one of the most interesting people in this town.

It has begun!  The US Open has come to town.  My header pic is the 9th hole of Oakmont Country CLub, the site of this years US Open, and I live less than 1 mile from the site, but if I try to drive anywhere ... ANYWHERE, I will sit for great lengths of time in my car going no place.  There simply is not enough room to contain the influx of humanity (and vehicles) that come along with such an event!  MERCY!!!

The building and fussing began in March with traffic steadily climbing both in numbers and in stupidity.  The town is an older quaint little one set along the Allegheny River about 20 minutes northeast of the city of Pittsburgh.  The tree-lined streets are mostly brick and narrow, with cars always parked on both sides.  The thing is ... we have 3 rivers and hundreds of bridges, but there are THOUSANDS of people, press, cars, busses, trucks and GAWKERS, all hoping for a glimpse of Tiger n Company.  Then there's those of us who live here ... work here ... and now, sit in traffic here (with the cost of fuel still at $3.00 gal). 

Golf has never been one of those "games" - "sports" that I cared much for ... I tried!  I even took it in school ... the first time around.  I like minature golf, but I don't get the fascination ... purses with plenty of zeros ... and the hype!  It certainly is a "rich" sport.  That is obvious by the lovely vehicles jamming the streets. 

Economically, it will be great for Oakmont, but I technically live in Plum, a neighbor, and Plum will gain virtually nothing but headaches from the event since what little business district Plum has is no where near the Open. 

So ... I propose that the next time OCC wants to bring the Open to town, it should be a referendum for us to vote upon!  I say ... Bah humbug!  (which is why phsbum and I are headed for Charleston, SC on Thursday morning!)

so . . I rollerbladed to t-Town yesterday (35 miles) from c-Bad . . took me an hour-n-half . . . took me two-n-half on my board . . . so it wuz a 'lil quicker on blades . . . fixed Menolly'z mom's 'puter . . . it wuz totally trashed -n- the motherboard wuz fryed big time . . . anywho after replacing the motherboard and reformatting her harddrive w/ XP Corp. it seems to be workin' pretty peachy . . . well, I'm Blogging from it right now . . . yea' they let me spend the night so I didn't have to sleep in my vacant house last night . . . it wuz a lot less dusty let me tell ya' . . . going to go 'round t-Town 2day and turn in apps-n-resumes . . . 

peace~outz,

5k0+

Wow, I really was tired. The first time I went to bed was around 11.30. I woke up around 4am, craving food, and after going back to sleep, didn't wake up until 6.30pm.

I dreamt that I was in a town with lots of bird-people. The had a different type of currency, but their slot machines would take american change. I spent a couple of dimes and a nickle, and won about 18 pig-shaped coins. Everywhere I went, I kept finding quarters laid out for me; someone was trying to help me out, because in this bird town, the quarter was considered sacred.

I think that was about the time Andy woke me up by squirting water in my face. I complained, flipped over my pillow, and told him to get out. He obliged, after doing the same to Daphne. Then I slept more.

Then mom came in bearing an old X-Files tape she found at Goodwill. It contained the Squeeze and Tooms episodes, which I've already seen twenty thousand times. So she went back to swap it for "Fight the Future."

I'm still trippin' out from those fireworks last night. When I close my eyes, I can still see the butterflies.

It's kinda nice.

<3 and peace,

.Cap'n.